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Alright, so you guys wanna
hear the story or what?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Hmm? Hmm?

Let's go, let's go.

Alright, here we go.

Here we go, here we go.

So we're at Ceres, right?

Which was the, the bar
at the bottom of

the Board of Trade
building, right?

Just this little bar
in the lobby, right?

The thing is, the place opened
at like 6:30 in the morning

so that when traders,
when they lost their ass

when the market opened,
they could just,

you know, they could walk over
and just get fuckin' hammered

in this little fucking bar.

Anyway, the name Ceres,

it was named after

the Goddess of Agriculture.

- Sorry.
- You and your fucking stories.

Someone's jealous they
weren't invited, huh?

I would not have gone.

You would've fuckin' gone.

Hey, Carmy, do some parm.

Yeah, I got you. I got you.

Anyway, on top of the building,

there was like a statue
of Ceres and her back,

for all of you historians,

was facing towards the east.

And that's because
all the trading

had just moved to the Midwest.

So the architect,
John Storrs, legend has it,

he built this statue...
It was like a, It was like
a big "fuck you."

Christ, wake me up
when the story starts

and the fucking
class is dismissed.

He's trying to tell his story.

I'm trying to tell
the fucking story.

So anyway...
Just let me add this.

Anyway, so, the point is
we're out all night,

we're drunk as shit,
we're fuckin' high as shit.

We figured the only place
that's still open,

of course, Ceres!

And being 6:45 in the morning,

we are right to assume
that the place

is gonna be a fuckin'
ghost town, right?

- No, no, no. Fuck off.
- Yo, get the fuck outta here

with those raisins.

Mom always added raisins!

We are not fucking
doing raisins.

Anyway, Cousin,
was it a ghost town?

It was not a ghost town.

Not only was it
not a ghost town,

it was a fucking rager.

It was fucking packed!

- It was just like.
- Right?

All fuckin' Blackhawk fans,

and, Cousin, who was there?

- Savvy.
- Oh!

- Get the fuck outta here!
- Fucking Savvy!

- Denis motherfucking Savard.
- Number 18!

In the house!

- Okay.
- But not only that.

No, no, no.
It does not stop there.

Chelios fuckin' Belfour,
let's go!

- Right?
- Okay, that's cool.

The night before,
Savvy had gotten inducted

into the fuckin'
Hockey Hall of Fame.

We walk into this
giant fuckin' party.

I mean, it's going off, right?

A fucking brouhaha.

And this motherfucker,

he somehow, this curious fellow,

he somehow gets
his hands on...
What was it?

It was like a, It was like
a Ceres pamphlet or some shit?

Yeah, it was behind the bar.

- Right, so he's...
- Behind the bar.

He's reading aloud
about the history

of the Goddess of Agriculture,

and somehow in that process
he somehow decides

that he too has this
deep connection to, uh,
to agriculture, right?

So he takes out his phone,

and he starts leaving this
outgoing message, right?

What was the fuckin' message?

"Hi, you have reached
the voicemail

"of Richie Jerimovich,

the Goddess of Agriculture."

So fuckin' stupid.

That shit is genius!

So the goddess over here,

he's trying to leave
this message,

but he's a puddle,
he keeps fucking up.

It's just getting louder
and louder and louder,

and somehow
with all the cacophony

and all the fuckin' nonsense,

with all the fuckin' hullabaloo,

we hear this fuckin'
voice ring out,

and the voice says,
"What are you doing?"

Right?

And right in front
of us, this guy,

he turns around, who was it?

- Bill Murray! Bill Murray!
- What?

Of course, it's Bill Murray.

Bill fuckin' Murray!
He's right there.

Bill fucking Murray
actually says to Richie,

he says to him, he goes,
"Why are you doing that?"

And Richie says,
"Because it's funny."

He fucking says
that to Bill Murray,
"Because it's funny."

And Bill Murray says, "No, no."

- "No, it's not."
- "That is not funny."

He goes, "Give me your phone."

Yeah, yep.

And then he goes...

"What's your name?"

Right?

I mean, Bill Murray
says this to me.

The king.

Fuckin' Bill Murray.

Yeah, no,
I understand
who that is.

If you call me,
you can hear it.

- I get it.
- Call me.

- I-I-I...
- I still got it.

- I believe you...
- It's still on my phone.

I'm good.

- Really?
- Thank you.

You don't wanna hear it?

You guys were at a bar
at 6:45 in the morning?

Uh...

Yeah, but, I mea...

The, the whole point of it is...

Okay, there we go.
That's a good picture.
-Checks!

That's better.

She has nice eyes.

She does have nice eyes.

No sense of humor, you know.

- And even worse,
Tina, I'll tell you...
- Behind.

...even actually much worse,

- it's like she got no...
- Behind.

no sense of Chicago history,
you know what I'm saying?

Whatever, other fish in the sea.

See you in another
galaxy, puta.

Yo, listen up!

Okay, I just yelled like that?

Yeah, make it worth it.

Take this green tape off
before it gets to us.

It takes five seconds,

'cause once it's soapy
and our fingers are pruned,

we can't fuck
with this shit, cool?

Yes, Chef!

Thank you for your time.

Two hours to open, Chefs.

- Here, Chef, I think
this new dish is dialed.
- Great.

- Can we jam on that later?
- It's what we were
talking about.

- That elevated...
- Later is better for me, Chef.

...the risotto
with etouffee stock.

Hey, T, watch those peppers.

It's easily adaptable,

we can make it
for a great to-go.

Are you saying
"risotto to-go" to me?

I am barely convinced

we're ready for to-go
at all at this point.

I'm just saying if
you should dine in,

dine out, plus we're
using ingredients

that are just lying around here.

It's pretty smart,
let's just try it.

-I don't understand.
It's right here.
-Chef. Chef.

- Chef. Chef.
- You can have a taste.

Hey, listen to me, please.

One, I'm thinking about it.

So hold on, please. Okay?

Two, I know everybody
you used to work for,

I called them
before hiring you.

And why'd you do that?

Because your resume is excellent
and this place is not.

Everybody said you
are incredibly smart,

you are incredibly talented.

They also said you
are incredibly inpatient

and incredibly green.

Okay, so that's why
my business couldn't cut it,

that's why I'm here,
that's why you...

That's not what I'm saying, no.

So, So what are you saying?

I'm saying, give me a minute.

Yes, Chef.

Okay. Now, can
you make this work

- without ruining the flow?
- Yes, Chef.

Did you talk
to Manny and Angel?

- Yes, I spoke with them...
- They're gonna have a shit-fit...

- already, Chef.
- with the pans, okay?

Now, so you know
where I'm coming from.

We have finally gotten
this to a place

where things
are sort of, kind of
a little bit chill, right?

I would like to hold on to that
as long as I possibly can.

God damn it, Carmy!

Hey, did you get it?

What, What exactly is it
I'm-I'm-I'm looking for?

Oh, wow. You are special.

- Yeah.
- You know, there is something

called the
Internal Revenue Service

and they collect taxes
from human beings.

I know this, Natalie.

Yeah, and the people
in this place,

they haven't given that
government organization anything

in five years.

And somehow I'm a co-owner
in this nightmare

and my home will be seized
if I don't give them some money.

Okay, so I've spent
the last few days

on top of my other job
and my life

getting all of your
documents in order,

so I can reach
an agreement with them

to pay a smaller amount.

So I'm gonna need you
to go in there

and to get the payroll
records from 2018.

Can you do that for me, please?

- I can do that. I can do that.
- Thank you.

Who's, uh, seizing
your house, Shug?

Ugh. The IRS, Rich.

Tax shit... Yikes.

- You’re yikes.
- Yikes.

Okay, go, Carmy.

I know. I know exactly
where it is, alright?

Thank you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Wait a minute, it's a fuck you.

Why the hell would he
organize it like this?

I don't know.
I'll ask him when he's not dead.

Ass.

Should I be wearing
a gas mask?

No, man, you're good.

Who's that?

Hmm?

Oh, that's Richard Hart.

Hart Bageri in Copenhagen.

That's a bad motherfucker.

Cool.

You good, man?

Yeah, you?

Yeah, yeah.

You know, if you need anything,
like whatever, you know.

Like what?

I don't know, like...

Ah, fuck it.

Look, man... when I
tried out for the Cubs,

I was playing on the farm team
and they wouldn't put me up,

and I was broke.

And I got pretty good at...
figuring out places to stay.

Bro, I'm... What?
I'm not homeless.

Then what's up with the nest?

Oh, I just started
sleeping here

so I could save time
on my commute.

I'm just so close
to nailing these donuts

and they gotta be perfect.

Okay, good.

So you're a psychopath, cool.

I just want them
to be perfect.

You want perfection, bro?

Start with a shower.

It's not even that bad.

Wait, you used to play
for the fucking Cubs?

You good?

Yo.

You okay?

Yeah.

It feels weird out there.

Bar closed.

You go there a lot, or...

Nah.

The owner and I
don't really see eye to eye.

- Huh.
- But nice to know it
was there, you know.

It was like a fixture.

Yeah, like Logan...

Wicker... Pilsen.

Yep.

They all suck now.

They're different.

Yeah, they are different.

That's why I keep
telling you guys,

stop fuckin' with this place.

You know, you let up
a little bit...

everything changes.

You know, you don't realize

this is a delicate ecosystem...

and it's held together
by a shared history,

and love and respect.

There's this statue
on top of the Board of Trade,

goddess, right?

She has no face.

People are like,
"Where the fuck's her face?"

An, uh, a-architect
John Storrs, right?

John Storrs goes,
"Well, when we put it up there,

"it was the tallest
building in the city

"and no one really
gonna see her face,

so we didn't bother to put one."

But now, every goddamn building
is taller than the next one

and they all just look out
at this chick with no face

and it's just...

Yo, what the fuck?

Yo, what the fuck?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Is everybody alright?
- You good?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mother fuck!

- Everybody okay, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Sounds like a pistol.
- Everybody straight?

The fuck is going
on around here?

Yo, Richie, don't go out there.

What you doing, bro?

It's getting crazy out here.

Hey, yo. Crooked John.

What's up?

You guys see who
shot up my window?

I didn't see it, man.

It scared the shit
out of me though.

Sounded like a little marble.

Yeah, right?

Probably some dumbass kid
fucking with his mom's 22.

Listen, man.

You know, you guys
aren't supposed
to be hanging out here.

I asked you to hang out
down there.

Yeah, don't call the cops.

John... Don't hurt my feelings.

How long have you known me?

Alright, I do not give
a fuck what you do

or who you do it with.

All I ask is you
do it over there

and, you know, keep it
at a reasonable volume.

But we can't chill
over there, man.

Why can't you chill over there?

- It's dangerous.
- Dangerous?

But you motherfuckers
have weapons on you.

It's a different dangerous.
Construction dangerous.

The vent went cold,
the whole shit's gutted.

They're building a Sweetgreen.

Are you fucking
kidding me right now?

You know, the bar's closed too.

It's getting ugly.

Alright, I'll tell you what,
do me a favor, okay?

Ask around,
and see if you can sniff out

who shot up my shit.

- Check Alice. Alright?
- Okay.

In exchange, you guys
can hang out here,

but low pro, alright?

I don't want any noise.

I don't want any fucking
gangster shit popping off.

I don't want anything
that's gonna freak out
my customers, okay?

- Alright, alright.
- You dig?

- Dug. Respect, alright?
- Alright.

Thanks, pal.

You all heard him. Okay?

-Wow, I love coming here.

- Are you okay?
- Hmm, yeah, you?

Yeah. Fuck, I don't
even know anymore.

Should we call the cops?

No.

They're sweeping glass up.

I know.

- Tuesday afternoon?
- Sugar.

I'm gonna lose my house.

Don't co-sign
for a drug addict.

Forty-five minutes
to open, Chefs!

Yes, Chef.

Keep not processing
trauma, Carm.

Dude, what? I can't close.

Yeah, just keep working.
It's like nothing ever happened.

A window got shot out,
everybody is fine, the end.

'Cause that's what
I'm talking about.

- Natalie.
- Carmy.

You're pissing me off.

And you're pissing me off!

Fucking go.

What?

I didn't say anything.

Did you find, uh, Sugar's...

I don't know...

No. No, I didn't find it.

Yeah.

Paperwork's not really my jam.

Me neither.

They didn't teach you
accounting at, uh... Noma?

They teach you at DeVry?

Yeah.

What is that, oven?

No.

No, it was, um...

Michael's 15th birthday party.

Jan-Carlo and Fak
got into a fight,

I tried to break it up,
I fell into the barbecue.

Fak.

Is there a name
for that thing where

you're afraid of something
good happening

'cause you think something
bad's gonna happen?

I don't know.

Life?

Other night my kid asked me if

my real last name
is "Bad News."

Bad News. Like Bad News Bears?

I guess I'm in her mom's phone
as "Richie Bad News."

I go...

Tiff, "What the fuck?"

You know.

She says I'm contagious,

I only call with bad news.

Maybe that's not what
you're talking about.

Fuck, I don't know.

Fuck it all.

Alright,
put me outta my misery.

Flip it, T.

Hey, look alive, Chefs, we open.

Ba-da-ra-ka. Let's go.

Alright. Come on,
step right in. Let's go.

Oh, shit, it's the man
with the golden dick.

How are you, Tom?

Good to see you, bro.

Let me get one beef,
little hot, little sweet,
dip it!

Thanks, Tom.

How is that
dog of yours,
by the way?

Okay, man?

Got the, the thing off,
the cone and everything off?

How are you?

Damn, Chef!

Mm!

Brava.

Thanks, Chef.

Alright, Ebra and Richie
are out front.

Tina, you're floating.
We good back here, Chefs?

- Yes, Chef.
- Alright, shit.

We better watch the heat
on the stove, guys.

Those chickens are coming
out pretty dark, yeah?

Yo, Sweeps,
when was the last time you
cleaned out the grease trap?

- It's getting
backed up in there.
- I'll get to it.

- Still dealing with
the circuit breaker.
- Thank you, Chef.

Alright, Chef, you think
now might be a good time

for you to try this?

Yes, thank you for asking.

Yes.

- This one?
- Yes.

It's tremendous, Chef.

Thank you, Chef.

Sauce is a little bit tight.

Yeah, heard, thank you.

Mm! Mm-hmm!

Um, do you think maybe so...

- Fire.
- Thank you.

Uh...

Maybe we start rolling it out
as a special soon?

- See how it plays.
- It's getting closer, yeah.

How... How close?

I told you it was great.

You actually said "tremendous,"
if you remember.

I didn't tell you
it was perfect.

Well, yeah.

I mean, you know, I-I like it.

I think it's great
and I'll definitely
loosen up the sauce.

- Sydney... Sydney.
- Just, you know,
I don't understand.

Chef, it's not ready yet.

You understand?

Yes, Chef, I understand.

- Thank you, Chef.
- Thank you, Chef.

Hi, um, these are Cola-braised
short ribs with risotto,

and they're yours.

- Really?
- Yep, I had an extra.

And I'm Sydney,
if you need anything else.

Well, thank you, Sydney.

Have a good day.

Hey, Sugar, maybe it's not here.

- No, it's here.
- All right.

I knew it was dumb
to co-sign, FYI.

I would've done the same thing.

- You wanna fight?
- Please.

- I know you're mad at me.
- This is just irresponsible.

No, no, no, no.
I mean, at your house,
all that stuff you said.

I was annoyed.

Yeah, clearly.

Ah, look, I think the thing
that just pisses me off,

is, is the thing
that I'm probably too
embarrassed to admit.

Is that you never ask me
how I'm doing.

Like ever.

I know it's childish, but...

that's why I'm mad at you...

I think.

Plus, we never spend
any real time together.

This place is eating
you alive, you know.

You always blame this place.

What do you mean?

I mean, you blame
the restaurant, right?

You don't blame Mom,
you don't blame Mikey.

How can I not blame this place?

I just cleaned up shot-out glass

and now I'm covered in carbon.

All of our time, money, work,

gets sucked up into this place.

The only thing we get back
is chaos, resentment.

It's bullshit.

Sounds like Mom.

- I'm serious.
- I'm serious.

I just want things to be calm.

I just want things
to be on solid ground.

- I-I-I want things to feel...
- Consistent.

Yeah, consistent.

Yeah.

That's totally reasonable.

Well...

I appreciate you saying that.

Um...

I guess all the time
I feel like I'm kind of trapped

because I can't describe...
how I'm feeling.

So to ask somebody else
how they're feeling,

that just seems, uh...

I don't know, insane?

Okay.

But I'm sorry,
you know, you're um...

you're right.
I wanna know how you're feeling.

How are you feeling?

Really good.

Just great.

Right.

Yo. Yo, is this it?

Uh...

- Y-Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just, uh...

- sitting in this
file labeled...
- "Shit."

Hey. Checks.

The lowboys look great, guys.

Oh shit! What's he doing?

What's going on
with these edges, Chef?

You gotta be cleaner than that.

This knife is shit.

Okay, well, you
gotta sharpen it.

When was the last time
you sharpened it?

Fuck!
Where's my gun?

Any of you motherfuckers
take my gun?

Carmy!

What? You know I stay here.

Huh? Fuck me!

He's gonna get him!

Um... Uh...

Hello. Everyone, uh,
thank you so much

for your patronage.

Everything's under control.

Um, please enjoy your beefs.
Focus on that.

Uh, Chicago, am I right?

Hey, guys!

Hey! Guys!

Guys! Shut up! Please.

Thank you.

What's going on here?

This isn't his space.

Yeah, 'cause you're...

Hey! Hey!

Can we lower our voices, please?

Thank you.

I'm Sydney, let's start there.

I'm Sydney.

John.

Mr. Carl.

Okay, Mr. Carl and John.

Hello, associates,
good afternoon.

Uh...

Fuck!

- We didn't take your gun, bro.
- Fuck!

Shit.

You apparently know
Tina and Gary as well.

Great, so now we all
are in various states

of knowing each other.

Cool, okay.

So... So, how do we fix this?

Can't be fixed
because this guy's a bitch.

Oh, you fuckin' said it
for the last time.

No! No!

-Alright, so we do this
every week, yeah?

Sandwiches,
civil conversation,
no yelling,

no, no smoking
where all the food is.

- You know what
I mean, alright?
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Gonna need a pop too.

Wash down the sandwiches.

RC, Green River,
whatever we're working with.

Sure. Great.

Deal only applies to the guys
that's out here right now,

so don't go telling your auntie,
brother, cousins, friends

to come down here
every Tuesday, okay?

- Cool.
- Alright.

Cool. Okay, so we good?

Great, you guys take these.
I'mma get more of these.

Wild, man.
Stay safe out here, G.

Hey, fancy now, my guy?

Yeah, man, real fancy.

This is exactly what
happens when you

sweep the Padres
but fail the drug test.

Ooh!

It's handled.

Alright, you think we
can handle this, Mr. Carl?

Okay.

This fuckin' goon,
he pulls up again, right?

Tina, now, this is
the third stoplight, right...

Let me get, uh,
two dogs, two chickens,
four all day, please!

Two dogs,
two chickens,
four all day.

So finally I roll down
the window, right?

And I'm like, "Guy, take
a breath, it's a fuckin' Honda,

let's just chill for a second."

Sorry about that, but you're
gonna love this next shit.

- Listen to this...
- Yeah. I-I-I...

- I'm rocking in here,
I'm rocking.
- Oh, you rocking?

- Richie, I need you
on register...
- Yeah, one second here.

Let me just fuckin'
tell this story.

- Richie!
- Just one second here.

- Richie!
- Yeah, one second.

- Richie, now.
- Yo!

Will you shut the fuck
up for a second!

- Richard, outside!
- Outside now.

Damnit, I'm gonna
throw some shit at you.

You remember, T, this place
used to be cool, man.

You need to go home
and cool off.

- What?
- You need to get outta here.

You are fuckin' my shit up.

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

I feel like I'm on a different
fucking planet right now.

My, My game has improved
300% in two months.

This, This place
is, is organized,

and, and, and clean,
and, and smooth, and...

Yo, I love Mikey.

You know how much
I love that kid,

but, this...

this is real and alive, and...

And what?

And good.

It's good.

Tina.

They're kids, you know.

She doesn't understand.
She's a baby, you know.

Walking around thinking
that she can handle shit.

This is a delicate
fuckin' ecosystem!

I don't need this
right now, I really don't.

I cannot fuckin'
emphasize enough

how much I don't fuckin'
need this shit right now.

I'mma quit.

Quit?

And where you
gonna go, Richie?

Where you gonna go?

Alright, let's 86
the ravioli, please, Chefs.

86 ravioli, Chef.

Behind you.

On it, Chef.

Alright.

♪ If you wanna roll me ♪

♪ Then you gotta roll
me all night long ♪

♪ And if you wanna use me ♪

♪ Then you gotta use me ♪

Alright, can I get
two chicken, three beef,

all day, please?

Two chicken, three beef,
all day, Chef!

Thank you, Chefs.

I even wanna know
what happened out there?

No, you do not.

I just gave some
people some leftovers.

Listen, uh, I'm sorry if
I was shitty earlier today.

It's all good.

- Yeah?
- Hmm.

Can I get two more
chicken and peppers, please?

With greens,
that's four all day.

Can I hear four all day, please?

Four all day, Chef!

Thank you, Chefs.

Yo, there's VIP on 21,
it's Tom Skilling!

So can I get
a dessert drop, please?

Yo, Marcus, you hear me?

- Hmm?
- Dessert drop.

- Yes, Chef.
- Say it back. Please, Chefs!

Okay, we got four beefs here.
We need 'em out front, please.

I love this tempo though.
Let's keep it up.

Let's take it up another level.
More urgency, please.

- Can I get hands, please?
- Hands.

Chef Sydney, three chicken up.

Thank you, Chef.

Can I get hands, please?

Hands!

♪ No matter how you work it ♪

♪ Things go wrong ♪

♪ It don't belong ♪

♪ So if you're coming
with me, let me know ♪

♪ Maybe you're
the last train ♪

♪ Maybe you're
the last train home ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ I'm on the last
train running ♪

♪ And I surrender ♪