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(monitor beeping)

(softly) Itchy.

(monitor beeping)

(rubbing palms, exhales)

(beeping continues)

(softly) Towel.

(beeping continues)

(wringing cloth)

(beeping continues)

MARCUS (quietly):
Love you.

(engine starts)

("The Show Goes On"
by Bruce Hornsby playing)

♪

♪ What's the long face?

♪ What's all the crying for?

♪ Didn't you expect it...

(exhales)

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.
-SYDNEY: Hey.

-How's my budget looking?
-Great.

-Not good.
-Shitty.

CARMY:
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...

-SYDNEY: Very.
-Very deep...

clean
and drywall insulation.

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

The fryer is fucked.

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.

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

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

CARMY: So we're at 80.

-Eighty.
-Ninety.

Ninety. Ninety.

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

-Also AC.
-HVAC?

So we are at 85.

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

Ninety-five, 95K.

SYDNEY:
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.

♪ ...falls down

♪ See, the lights do a long

♪ Slow fade

♪ The show goes on

(footsteps approaching)

(quietly) Fuck.

Yo. Cousin, can you call Sal?

I need a drywall estimate.

Thirteen.

CARMY:
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?

RICHIE:
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?

RICHIE: 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)
-RICHIE: 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.

SYDNEY: 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.

-TINA: 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?
-MARCUS: 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.

(indistinct chatter)

FAK:
♪ When your back's
against the wall ♪

♪ That's when
I kick you in the balls ♪

♪ Ballbreaker

I'm gonna find you a new home.

That's gonna be my home.

Your home's my home.

(sighs)

Oh, don't worry about me.

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

Shit, uh...
Well, never mind.

That was much easier.

("Handshake Drugs"
by Wilco playing)

♪ Saxophones started
blowing me down ♪

♪ I was buried in sound

♪ Taxicabs were
driving me around ♪

♪ To the handshake drugs
I bought downtown ♪

SYDNEY:
Corner.

RICHIE:
Corner.

♪ To the handshake drugs

♪ I bought downtown

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

You...

♪ They were
translated poorly... ♪

Fudge.

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

-The one I said to write down?
-CARMY: Yeah.

I don't suppose
you wrote it down?

-No. I'm starving. You want?
-SUGAR: 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?

SUGAR:
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.

SUGAR: 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

but you have to get
the fuck outta here.

-You gotta save yourself.
-Um...

Sydney asked me
to be project manager.

Really? That's interesting.
What did you say?

That it was interesting
and that I'd think about.

We need a project manager?

Yes. Yes, we do.
Very much so.

Yes. Hello. Good morning.

I'm not making
the same mistakes
I made last time.

Yeah, but then, you know,
who's gonna approve

all these insane interest rates?

Oh, that's nice.
Carm, go fuck yourself?

-What's going on?
-Oh, you're not gonna like it.

-Awesome.
-SYDNEY: So gas is off

until hoods and overheads
pass the new
fire suppression test.

-Okay. Is that a Fak?
Sounds like a Fak.
-No, it is not a Fak.

It is not a Fak.

It's a specialist. Aw.

-Shit.
-SYDNEY: Yeah, shit.

But some good news.

Everybody is food certified
except for Ebra,

who just needs to be renewed.

And Richie, who actually
has never done it because...

-Richie.
-SYDNEY: Yes.

Also, I filed with the BACP

for our
City of Chicago Consultant.

-Right.
-SYDNEY: We need them to approve

all of our
new business paperwork,

and then they'll send a rep
and that rep will sign off

on another rep
who will come and look at stuff

and then sign off
on a, on a different rep.

-How many reps is that?
-Many.

A lot. A lot of reps. Yeah.

But it's-it's gonna be okay,
you know.

All we have to do
is just stay calm

and make sure--

-CARMY: Fuck.
-Sydney.

-Fuck.
-MARCUS: What was that?

Uh, fell through a wall.

-Good morning.
-Damn, you got strong.

What kind of
insurance coverage do we have

for people falling
through the fuckin' wall?

The really good kind
where you pray they don't.

Yo! Syd, you just fu...

Why'd you tear Fenway?

Why did I tear Fenway?

That's been there
for five years.

SYDNEY:
You think I intentionally
fell through a wall?

"A," fuck the Red Sox,

and "B,"
what has it been hiding
for five years?

"A," that's...

Three, four, five.

"A," that's Mikey's
favorite squad,

so please show
some respect, okay?

And "B," that's the result
of some failed Jewish Lightning.

-Yo.
-What?

What?
That's what it's called.

No, we're not doing that.

I'd like to add it
to the list, please.

Look, I haven't said

G or R in over a week.

No, cousin, explain.

In an effort
of personal growth,

I promise not to say
gay or retarded--

-No, cousin, the hole. Explain.
-You just-just said it.

Jewish Lightning
is when you burn down a place.

Yeah, the explanation
makes it seem worse.

RICHIE: Look,
there was a time when

Mikey was maybe on some shit
and he thought

that if this place were
to accidentally... burn down,

that maybe there'd be
some insurance money.

I got it, thank you.

SYDNEY: I just wanna
say that I think

the explanation
of Jewish Lightning

does cement it as something
that we shouldn't say.

You're correct.

Alright, this is salvageable.

Um, Natalie, do you know
where the tape is?

The tape is packed.
It's up front.

-Okay?
-TINA: Jeff.

-You fell through the wall?
-RICHIE: Corner.

-SYDNEY: Yes. Yes.
-You okay?

Okay. What was I saying?

Gotta stay calm
and take it step by step.

No, I know. We will.

Not the first hole in a wall
I've fallen through.

-No, no, that's what
you were saying.
-It is.

SYDNEY: Huh? Really?

Okay.

(snaps fingers)
Paint in the crawlspace.

That was the great idea?

Yo, cousin, you do me a favor

and get the paint
from the crawlspace?

RICHIE:
I'm on the operating table
right now, cousin.

Purpose, Chef.

RICHIE: Good point, Chef.

Thank you.

So there's a hole in the wall.

SUGAR: Yeah, I heard.

Do me a favor.
Just keep thinking about it.

I'll definitely
keep thinking about that hole.

CARMY: No.
No, the project management.

Oh.

Um, timing on my side
is not great.

Never is.

There's not enough money.

Never is.

Where do you get more?

(alarm blaring)

Is that in my head?

Ow.

(blaring continues)

No.

-Okay.
-(blaring continues in distance)

So, um, this is coming

from a place of wanting
to start fresh and clean.

(blaring continues)

I love this place.
I love this city.

I wanna start
our first business here.

I want it to be a real business,

an honest business
with-with-with honest partners.

We wanna do high-level dining

and hospitality
and-and-and beverages.

And we can and we will
because we know

that any good restaurant starts

with dedication to service
and taking care of the customer.

We drafted a quick term sheet
that specifically lays out

not only
our business prospectus,

but an execution guide
as well as a return portfolio.

Hey, Richard, will you turn
that fucking thing off, please?

-RICHIE: I'm trying.
-(blaring continues)

What the fuck we doin' here?

What's going on?
What are you...

What are you doing?

Mikey was
telling you the truth.

About the-the petting zoo?

What? No, no, no, no.

-Mini golf?
-CARMY: No.

-About franchising.
-(blaring continues)

He wanted to franchise
this place.

He wanted to open
a restaurant with me.

How the fuck do you know?

'Cause we found your money.

(blaring continues)

Motherfucker didn't put it
in a bank, did he?

No, he-he definitely
didn't put it in a bank.

CICERO:
Oh, God. Thank Christ.

What is KBL?

Kalinowski, me,
Berzatto, you, Layne, Lee.

Lee? Who's Lee?

Uncle Lee Layne.

Oof. That's not our uncle.

Yeah, well,
Richie's not your cousin.

-RICHIE: Heard and resented.
-(blaring continues)

Hey, Richie, could you
please turn that

goddamn motherfuckin'
thing off?

It's making me insane!

How's it not makin' you insane?

-I don't mind it.
-CICERO: Lucky you.

I'm on it, Uncle J.
How the fuck did I know

that the crawlspace
had a goddamn alarm on it?

Mikey's fuckin'
Kevin McCalliper--

-ALL: McCallister.
-McCallister.

Yes. Hello.

Uh, the password
is "gofastboatsmojito,"
all one word.

Yeah. Go fast boats
and then mojito.
All one word.

Okay, so just to be clear,

'cause, you know,
I can't fuckin' hear correctly.

Not only are you
not giving me back

the original $300,000
you owe me,

but you are also asking me
for an additional $500,000?

-Yes, that sounds correct.
-CICERO: Okay.

And so how many times
you've done this, Carm?

None times.

And what's
your track record, Syd?

-Not great.
-Cool. I'm in.

Okay, you are first out
with a bonkers interest rate

because, well,
we have no choice.

And you'd also be
entitled to a partnership.

Partnership of what,
my love?

Hey, you throw a rock,
you hit five great restaurants.

We're going to be better.

Um, this is going to be
a destination spot.

This is going to be
an excellent restaurant.

And I know that because
we're going to get a star.

-Syd.
-Carm.

-Fuck stars.
-Okay, well, you can say that

because you already got one.

No, no, no, I never got one.
I retained it.

That's basically a cousin
of getting one.

-Okay, kids.
-CARMY: It's not getting one,
it's retaining one.

Somebody else got it,
I retained it.

-SUGAR: Guys.
-You kinda got one, though.

-What do you mean?
-SUGAR: They're being funny.

SYDNEY: Let's get a star.

-(blaring stops)
-Oh, thank fucking God.

-Thank fuck.
-RICHIE: Yeah, bitch.

Okay, so you get a star.
Now what?

-We're dialed.
-My trapped.

My friends,
can I tell you a story

about complete
and utter failure?

Look, we don't pay you back

by the end of 18 months,
and it is yours.

-What's mine?
-CARMY: All of it.

The building and the lot.

-Well, Carm.
-Yeah, Carm.

What do you think?

I don't know
what the fuck I'm thinkin'.

-Tell me more.
-You can get
five million for this lot.

Two maybe.

-Your math is--
-Fucked.

-Yeah. Not good.
-Okay.

Look, we don't pay you
the money

by the end of 18 months,
worst-case scenario,

you helped out your nephew,
he blew it.

You're out 800 grand,
and you can make two million.

And then we are done forever.

Jimmy, I wasn't gonna
tell you about the money,

but we need more, okay?

And we need a partner,
and that is the truth.

What do you say?

How long'd it take you to open?

That is a great question.

CICERO: Well, you know...

great partners
ask great questions.

(exciting music playing)

Okay.

Alright, Fak, Gary
on construction and demo.

-Syd, we're on menu?
-SYDNEY: Yes, Chef.

SUGAR:
With Jimmy's injection,
it's gonna take

at least eight months
to get into profit,

which, to put it generously,
is tight,

given it's gonna take
six months to open.

-Six months?
-Six months?

Yeah, at least.

And that's being...

-What, confident?
-Cocky.

Crazy. You guys. Crazy.

Dude, um, we have 18 months
to pay back that loan.

Uh, is there anything we can do?
I mean...

Dude, you are the one
that said 18 months.

-That's a CP.
-CARMY: What's a CP?

-Carmy Problem.
-A Carmy Problem.

-Great.
-Six months is gonna kill us.

Yeah. No, we're gonna have
to be rockin' from the jump.

Just fuckin' packed right out.

And you want a, uh, star.

I think it'd be nice. Yeah.

-Godspeed.
-Thank you.

-CARMY: Start looking into crew?
-Yeah.

Natalie, do you work here?

I'm still thinking.

I have one person
still thinking, Chef.

-CARMY: Tremendous.
-Thank you.

Alright, okay,
we're gonna have to

find people that want to learn,

which is gonna be impossible.

But, you know,
it's even more difficult

to teach people
how to give a shit, so.

TINA:
Good night. Jeffs.

-Bye, T.
-Good night.

TINA:
Okay. Oh, and Sydney,

I got a bunch
of those stains out.

That Bar Keepers works.

Science, baby.

Yeah, okay, I'll see you all
bright and early tomorrow.

CARMY:
Yep. Night, Chef.

-SUGAR: Bye.
-Night.

(door opens, closes)

Tina.

Tina? Tina, hey.

-Sorry, uh...
-What's up?

I wanted to...

I wanted to ask you something,
and-and you can totally say no.

-It might be completely insane.
-I could stay later.

-It's just there wasn't
that much left to do.
-No, no, go home, obviously.

Go home. It's-it's more...
I wanted to ask you...

Uh, yeah.
If you-- obviously
feel free to say no,

this is probably insane.

And it would just require
a lot of training.

And, I mean,
like a lot of training,

like, more than you've
probably ever done before.

And you also know this place.

I mean,
it's a fucking hell hole.

And why would you
wanna be here?

But, um, yeah,
it was just about earlier.

If you, you know,
you were talking about

the new sous and I guess--

Oh, yeah, I can ask around.

I just don't know
anybody off the top--

No, no, no.

T... Tina, I'm asking you

if you would,
um, be interested

in learning how to be my sous.

Yeah, if you... I guess...

I don't know.
if you wanna be
my Jeff or whatever.

(Tina laughs)

Oh, fuck. Oh, Christ.

-You're very strong.
-Yes. Yes. Yes.

SYDNEY:
You're very, very strong.

-I am.
-That's cool.

-Great. Okay.
-TINA: Okay.

Um, yeah, go home, though.

-TINA: Okay.
-Yeah.

But I'll talk to you tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?
-SYDNEY: Yeah.

-Yes, Jeff.
-SYDNEY: Okay. Night.

Okay.

She all good?

Well, I'm almost outta here.

I appreciate you, dude.

DVR it.
She'll watch it later.

Alright.

Quiet.

Don't think I've ever heard it
be quiet in here.

Definitely not.

Good evening, Chef.

Good night, Chef.

♪ In the darkest hour

♪ Of the longest night

♪ If it was in my power

♪ I'd step into the light

♪ Candles on the altar

♪ Penny in your shoe

-Night, guys.
-SYDNEY: Night.

-Thanks for today, Bear.
-Yeah, you're welcome.

-Ah, we'll see you tomorrow?
-SUGAR: Uh, we'll see.

Okay. Well,
I'm choosing to believe.

Really gonna leave early?

I mean, there's only so much
we can do without permits.

It feels weird, though,
right?

Very. Yes.

-It's too chill?
-(Sydney scoffs)

Well, I don't know.
We can go home early.

Right.

-Um...
-What are you, uh...

Oh, uh, I don't know.

Um, what are you gonna...

No idea.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

-Yep.
-Cool.

-Okay, night.
-Night.

♪ Transcendental blues

("New Noise"
by Refused playing)

(train rattling)

Yo!

Six months is too long.

We need to open this shit ASAP.

Heard.

Is this a terrible idea?

Cool. Good. Okay. Yeah.

Just making sure.

♪ Can I scream?

♪ Yeah!

♪ We lack the motion

♪ To move to the new beat ♪

♪ Whoo!

♪ We lack the motion

♪ To move to the new beat ♪

♪ It's here for us to admire

♪ If we can afford
the beauty of it ♪

♪ If we can afford the luxury
of turning our heads ♪

♪ If we tried
and tried and tried ♪

♪ Adjust that
thousand-dollar smile ♪

♪ And behold
the creation of man ♪

♪ Great words
won't cover ugly actions ♪

♪ Good frames
won't save bad paintings ♪

♪ Whoo!

♪ To move to the new beat

♪ Yeah!

♪ We lack