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Hmm?

Jiro?

You're lucky it was us who found you.

I...

I... I need to go to my restaurant.

Nuh-uh. Sit.

Look, they're waiting for you inside.

How many?

I don't know.

Yeah, let's see what he's got.

Come on,

some pretty cool stuff.

Ooh, this looks good.

Mmm.

Ah, jackpot.

Ooh, this is really...

Nice.

You'd enjoy that more if you sipped it slowly

from a ceramic ochoko...

...and...

Forget it.

Whoa! Check this out.

Let me see.

Astonishing.

It's a Yanagiba.

How do you know all this shit?

Hi, Bob.

Yes, of course.

I understand, sir.

Preferably alive, yes, but dead will do just as well.

Mmm...

the meals you must have made.

This is as bad as it gets.

Oh, uh... uh...

-Whoa! -Huh?

It's nothing.

Okay.

Count to three for me.

One...

two...

I lied.

This is as bad as it gets.

Where did you learn to do this?

-Medical school. -Hmm.

Kinda improvised that one, though.

And you're a doctor?

No, not even close.

I had to drop out of med school after my dad died.

Bob's men shook him down

until the stress gave him a heart attack.

I came back to run the place.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah, well, you know.

Here...

have some food.

Thank you.

Can you believe the balls on this guy?

Stop. I swear, that's all I have.

I barely had any customers this week.

Shut up! The next time we see you,

you better have Bob's money.

And there's too much goddamn cilantro on these.

Hey, hey, hey, stop!

That's my damn cart, you sons of bitches.

You thugs!

How am I supposed to make a living, huh?

How am I supposed to live?

Look, Jiro, something you should know...

Cam and I are leaving.

Leaving?

I can't take it here anymore.

I've had enough abuse.

I need to get away from all...

this.

I got a cousin in Vegas who'll put us up.

He bribed a few officials to let us through

but the window is only open for a few hours.

We have to leave now.

We don't have to do anything.

Cam, enough.

We can take you with us.

It's the smart move.

You won't live long out here.

Not in your condition.

I can't go.

I need my knife back.

Your knife?

W-What are you talking about?

It's a special knife.

You're telling me your knife is worth dying for?

Hai.

Thank you for these bandages.

You didn't have to help.

I don't know how to repay you.

You wanna repay me?

Be straight with me.

Why did you come here?

I came to open a sushi restaurant...

Oh, don't give me that bullshit.

You could've opened a restaurant anywhere.

You chose the armpit of the world.

Why did you come here?

I had a plan.

What plan?

It does not matter anymore.

Let's go, Cam.

We have to get to Vegas by midnight.

You're hurt.

Come with us, Jiro,

even for just a little bit?

Cynda?

Are you all right? What the hell happened?

It was an ambush!

Shit!

-It's gonna be okay. -Hmm.

Bob must have men inside the AFF.

Listen, it's you and me.

I don't know who else we can trust

so we don't trust anyone. You got me?

Yeah.

Beautiful day.

Got Jiro?

Soon.

I flooded his restaurant with men

and I got eyes on every inch of the city.

Hmm...

What's your favorite flower, Bob?

My what?

Your favorite flower.

Despite my namesake, I have to say I love poppies myself.

For such a small and dainty little thing,

it stood for so much throughout history.

Sleep, peace, death.

That last one is my favorite.

Oh...

okay.

Because there is no peace or sleep until Jiro is dead.

And I can't wait.

What do we have here?

Ooh!

Hello, handsome.

Anything good in here?

Show some respect and take that cigarette

out back.

And keep your eyes open for the sushi chef.

Yeah, yeah.

What the fuck?

Huh?

Mr. Madison!

Mr. Madison!

What?

Please, Mr. Madison,

he's gonna kill me.

Give him his knife!

Oh...

Your knife for my man, is that it?

Hai.

Please, Mr. Madison.

You just lost your bargaining chip.

I want my knife.

Ah, yes, the immaculate Yanagiba.

It belongs to me now...

unless we make a deal.

Here!

It's been over a year since I've visited my beloved Tokyo.

Make me a meal worthy of that city,

and you get your knife back.

And then you deliver me to Bob.

If your cooking

lives up to the standards of Japan, then...

Well, forget Bob.

How can I trust you?

Because I know honor.

I have been to Japan.

Torihiki?

Hai.

I told you

we didn't wanna have to come back here.

-Guys, please. -Where the hell is he?

I don't know anything.

Spill it, shithead!

I will not miss this.

Hey, remember how Dad made you go to all my soccer games?

I remember how much you hated soccer, yes.

Well, duh!

But we always got to stop

by Tio Paul's fruit cart afterwards for watermelon...

For watermelon con chamoy y chile y limon?

Yeah, I remember.

Mmm, I can taste that right now.

Watermelon isn't enough to keep us here, Cam.

It's not worth the sacrifice.

What about the "sorry your team lost so badly"

pho at Saigon House?

And how Miss Pham always comped our meals

because Dad gave her oxtails?

That was pretty good pho, not gonna lie.

I used to lose on purpose just so we could eat that pho.

For real?

Yeah, I'd do anything for those meals.

I am gonna miss this place.

I know. I'm gonna miss it a little, too.

Why do we have to be the ones to leave?

This is our home, not theirs.

I mean, what's gonna happen to these people when we leave?

I'm going to need some additional supplies.

Go on a run.

Whatever he wants,

wherever he wants it from,

however much it costs.

But Mr. Madison, shouldn't we call Bob first?

He said we were supposed to call him immediately

when we get Jiro.

Do you want to pick up groceries for Jiro

or do you want to join your fellow coworker

on the pavement outside?

I'm on it.

You seem to know very much about the Japanese culture.

Arigato, Jiro-san.

Yes.

Some say I'm more Japanese than the Japanese.

Your palate, is it precise?

Hai.

Let us put that to the test.

I will serve you five pieces of sushi,

and you tell me what kind of fish it is.

I hope I can impress you.

Mmm.

Exquisite.

Mmm-hmm, hmm, hmm.

Hirame.

Mmm.

Tai. Sea bream.

Mmm!

And the madai varietal at that?

Color me impressed.

Mmm.

Barafuedai?

No, saba.

Mmm, mmm. Mmm!

Oh, this is interesting.

Buri!

Nice try, Jiro.

You think you can put fugu on a plate

and put it past me?

That's Takifugu.

Known as blow fish. It possesses a fatal poison

known as tetrodotoxin. If not prepared properly,

it can kill you.

Clever Jiro, but not clever enough.

Hai,

you are correct.

But you are also mistaken.

Huh?

I hid fugu... in all five dishes.

All of them?

Huh?

Hai.

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Worth it.

-What? -Holy shit!

Don't move.

So we're breaking bread with Bob now.

Freddie...

You'd really work with that son of a bitch

after everything he's put us through?

We shared one meal. It's just business.

That's the thing, Rose,

it used to be about food.

Now it's all about business.

What do you want from me?

I'm just sick of what this city is doing to us.

What it's doing to you.

Come on, leave with me.

We can start fresh in Portland.

Rose, if you pick that up, I walk.

Yes?

I got Jiro.

Get on the roof of your building.

I'll pick you up in ten.

Fine. I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, Freddie, but Portland? Really?

The food scene is shit.

Bob said dead or alive?

And unfortunately for you...

it's much easier to deliver a corpse.

Holy fu...

Oh, shit, he's getting away!

You're still here?

Hey, Jiro, we're here to rescue you.

Cam, you better stay in that truck.

There you are.

Bob wants to talk to you.

Get out of here.

Come on.

Holy shit.

Back up, back up.

Why didn't you leave?

I did.

But then we thought,

"Why should we have to leave?"

So I called up my dad's old buddies.

Some uncles and aunties I grew up with

-around the neighborhood. -Kill him!

And some new friends.

Because this is our home, not theirs.

Oh, I better get Bob.

-Bob, you gotta send more guys. -Guys, get his phone.

-They're everywhere. -Come here,

-you piece of shit. -They're killing us!

Ah, for fuck's sake.

Get ready.

Go, go, go!

Clear the streets. Let's move!

Take him down!

Residents

of the Outer Ring are continuing to riot

and cause destruction of property

in their own neighborhood.

Bob, head chef and CEO of The Summit,

has generously offered to provide his

own security forces to quell this cowardly threat.

Well, that's the Outer Ring for you.

...recover this event...

Outer Ring gonna Outer Ring.

You couldn't pay me enough to go down there.

Shit. Jiro.

What are you doing? You need to hide.

No, it's my neighborhood, too.

Goddamn it! Get behind me.

Give it up, Jiro.

We can do this all night.

You can still surrender.

It doesn't have to end like this.

Hey, don't listen to her.

If we panic and scatter...

-Cam... -...we're all dead.

Keep this safe for me.

We'll pull through this if we stick together.

Uh...

Everyone, I know this is scary, but...

Jiro, what are you doing?

Jiro!

No!

Hey, Jiro!

Long time no see.

You and I

have a lot of catching up to do.

Mmm.

Would you like to do the honors?

Ah, you're a real gentleman, Bob.

Mmm.

Yakuza?

He's...

a fucking gangster.

What the hell is going on?

No one shows up in LA covered in yakuza tattoos

for no reason.

What's a Yakuza member doing on my turf?

Who sent you? What do you want?

Huh? Huh?

Answer me, motherfucker!

Oh, to hell with it.

You don't want to talk?

Fine.

I'll teach you to screw with me.

-Freeze! -Huh?

Hands up. Don't move.

Secure that weapon!

-Keep 'em up! -Coming after me

in my own kitchen?

I'm not here for you.

Jiro, you are under arrest.

-For what? -On what charges?

For the Ortolan murders.

This is...

this is bullshit.

You have no authority here.

I'm going to need your badge, Officer.

I'm gonna need a whole lot more than that.

And I'm gonna need both of you to get out of my fucking way.

Come on.

Hey. Secure this area!

Command, we have one suspect coming out.

You're safe, Jiro.

For now, anyway.