The Bear (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Hands - full transcript

Chefs, table 38, two people!

Table 23, four people.

-Broken sauce, Chef.
Need a new one.
-Yes, Chef.

- Fire 31, 25!
- Two out on 31, Chefs!

- Still not there. Again, Chef.
- Yes, Chef.

Thank you, Chef.

Wait on 31, Chefs!

♪ ♪

- Why?
- Chef,

- I'm sorry. It got too hot...
- Why?

- It didn't cool down...
- Why?



- Well, it was my fault...
- Go.

- Fine.
- Fire 19, Chefs!

Hold on 17, Chefs!

Why do you hire fucking idiots?

Do you like working
with fucking idiots?

- I'll do better.
- Say "yes, Chef."

- Yes, Chef.
- Can you not handle this?

-Is it too much for you?
Answer me.
-I can handle it.

- I can handle it, Chef.
- I can handle it, Chef.

-12! 10! 36!
Don't fuck with my count!
-Fire 8, 13, 36!

- 3! 52! 14!
- Sorry, Chefs! 8, 13, 29!

Why are you serving
broken sauces? Why? I get it.

You have a short man's complex.

You can barely reach over
this fucking table, right?



Is this why you have the tattoos
and your cool little scars,

and you go out
you take your smoke breaks?

It's fun, isn't it?
But, here's the thing.

You're terrible at this.
You're no good at it.

Go faster, motherfucker.
Keep going faster.

Why are you so slow?
Why are you so fucking slow?

Why? You think you're so tough.

Yeah. Why don't you say this?
Say "yes, Chef, I'm so tough."

-Yes, Chef. I'm so tough.
-Say "fucking yes, Chef.
I'm so tough."

- Yes, Chef. I'm so tough.
- You are not tough.

You are bullshit.
You are talentless.

- Say fucking hands.
- Hands!

You should be dead.

♪ ♪

Hands!

...the sandwich.

You giving that to
the homeless guy?

Hands! Somebody
fucking answer me!

Get that sandwich...

Hands!

Fucking Christ! Hands!
Please! Please!

Yeah! Thank you!
Thank you, Chef!

Now what,
I put this in the trash?

Chef, do you want me to
strain that oil for you?

No, no, I got it.
Thank you, Chef.

Why am I using
a toothbrush, Chef?

It's about consistency
and being consistent.

We can't operate
at a higher level

- without consistency.
- I like this level.

- Me, too.
- Yeah, well,
at the French Laundry,

- you know how much time...
- Well, go fuck
your French Laundry.

Stupid fucking name.

- Alright, then at Noma...
- Oh, and fuck your Noma, too!

System, baby.
Noma's the shit, huh?

The best. Teach you
to operate at a level

you didn't even know
you could operate at, Marcus.

And, just so we're clear,
I wanted to work here.

- Mike wouldn't let me.
- No, no, no.

You went halfway
around the world

to learn all this fancy,
useless fucking bullshit.

I went to West Lawrence Avenue
and learned every lesson.

- West Lawrence?
You talking about DeVry?
Yeah, exactly!

Oh, DeVry.
We're serious about success.

Oh, is that... You supposed
to be fucking funny, fucko?

Yeah? Let me tell
you something. No,

for real! Where else
are you gonna learn

crucial database management
specialization skills

while troubleshooting
a vented Optispark distributor

- in a TransAm?
- I would never
need to learn that.

Definitely not Noma!

I would legit do
anything to go to Noma.

And eat bugs?

- And be inspired, stupid.
- Oh god,

- and be lame.
- The ice cream machine
is broken!

- Shit.
- DeVry teach you to fix that?

You know what?

Actually, yes.

- Go fuck yourself.
- You graduated?

Fuck no.

Does anyone ever
order the ice cream?

- I forgot we had ice cream.
- Hm.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

...every time in
the same direction.

Maria forms the dough,

picking up all the flour,
so her board is clean.

She then kneads it,
until it is smooth.

The dough should rest
for at least 30 minutes.

Maria roughly chops
two cloves of garlic

...and two sage leaves.

She wraps this up in muslin...

Fire! Table 16!

17! Table 23! Order!

Go faster, motherfucker.

Why are you so slow?

Why are you so fucking slow?

Take a break, sweetheart.

Fuck!

♪ Yeah, check it, but I should be good ♪

♪ I see the Benetton green,
they been gone for a minute ♪

♪ This collab is a dream ♪

♪ Grey Poupon had a thing,
eating meals in a car ♪

♪ It made you feel a certain
way when you held that jar ♪

♪ That's what I can achieve,
I feel the same about drops ♪

♪ I feel a bit rare in
the shoes and the watch ♪

♪ Or those Preston socks... ♪

- Hey, you got time?
- Hey. Always. What's up?

Uh, I-I just wanted to say
thanks for this past week.

It's been a really
great opportunity. Uh,

but I wanna do more. I wan...

- I know. You want more to do.
- More to do, yeah.

And I wanna get paid.

- You get paid.
- I get paid to stage.

I wanna get paid
to work here.

I feel like I've been...
working here.

I-I did do some
extra credit though.

It's um... Lot of words.

Yeah, but th-they
basically say

we're getting
killed on labor.

We're open from 11:00
to 9:00. That's dumb.

We should be open from
11:00 to 2:00 for lunch

- and 5:00 to 9:00 for dinner.
- Mm-hmm.

Not to mention
you're spending money

on pretty high-end stuff.

- Farmers market produce...
- Is my hair on fire?

Uh, not yet, no,
but you need help, and...

you do this, I mean,

these savings, 20% of them
could cover my yearly salary.

That's not even accounting
for other people's, you know?

Plus, we're sleeping
on to-go's.

- That's business just
sitting right...
- Yeah. No, no, no.

We don't have the support
system or organization

for a food-to-go business.
We need to figure out pack...

Packaging, right.
On page 27, randomly, um,

th-there's actually
some... a pretty good layout

- of just that.
- Page 27?

Yeah, it's...
mostly graphics.

Yo, Carm!

- Listen...
- Yo.

Yo. I can handle this
myself, cousin. I got this.

So...

You're not Ron.

Ron's gone. Gone gone.

- Ron's dead?
- Who is Ron?

My partner, Ron Pager.

He passed away.
I'm running his routes now.

Nancy Chore,
Chicago Board of Health.

I'm here to inspect
the property.

Okay, Nancy, hi.
I'm Carmen Berzatto.

- I'm the owner.
- He's the owner's brother,
actually.

He's also dead.

He doesn't look dead.

No, no, I'm not dead.
My brother's dead.

- I'm very sorry to hear that.
- Thank you.

Yeah, I'm sorry
for your loss, too.

Can I, uh, see some
kind of identification?

Yeah.

Interesting.

Is it? It's interesting.
What's interesting about that?

-It's an interesting...
logo on the badge.
-Nancy,

you need anything,
just find us.

- Make yourself at home.
Okay? Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

Where's Tina and Ebra?!

No funny business, Ms. Chore.

- You, too.
- Okay.

I also noted on the COG

that, uh, it's not
necessarily flour

that's expensive
but the shipping.

So, we could just have
somebody go and pick it up.

Yeah, Marcus.

Okay, sure.
Marcus. Great.

No, it can only be Marcus.

Why can it only be Marcus?

Sweeps, Tina, and Ebra
don't drive.

Uh, well, what about Richie?

Suspended license.

I-I saw him drive in
this morning.

I'm telling you, beware of
bitches with little notebooks.

Sydney walked in here
a couple of days ago,

and now she running shit
just like that?

All fucking willowy
and scribbling.

"Chef, I would do anything
to work at Noma."

Bitch, look around.
This ain't Noma.

The health inspector
is coming in here.

She's not nice.
She's not your friend.
She may smile.

Don't... See the teeth?
Those are daggers.

- The point is it's one of
a hundred things we can do...
- Sydney.

-...to save costs and...
- Sydney, Sydney, Sydney, Sydney!

Look, I'm sure
this is all correct, okay?
But, it's a lot.

The job you're describing
goes way outside

what I can afford
to pay a sous,

which I can barely
afford already.

But, I-I hear you, okay?

I have every intention of
turning this into an efficient,

respectable place
of business run by adults.

Oh my god.
That's some fucking ass shit!
-Eventually.

♪ ♪

Does anybody know
how dangerous this is?

-Yo! Yo! What's going on?
-Nah, just...
It wasn't dangerous...

- What's dangerous?
- ...Ms. Chore,
until you pulled it out.

I discovered a large
hole in the tile.

Looks like a former gas line
next to the stovetops.

Not only was it not properly
dry-walled and caulked,

but someone clogged
the hole with napkins

- and then proxied over it
with some kind of plastic.
- Don't look at me.

Grease seeped into the napkins
and the proxy became unproxied.

- What does that mean?
- A potential cross-contaminate.

Additionally, no hot water
in the hand station.

- Wait, that hot water actua...
- Okay, that one,
you know, Ms. Chore,

I told Chicago Ron
this a hundred times.

-You just gotta wait a minute...
-You're gonna talk over me?
And take longer?

- ...so you can relax
on that one. So, relax.
- Cool. Good.

Health code states
any sink near a prep area

needs to deliver
instantly hot water

- to prevent the spread
of bacteria.
- Yeah...

I haven't even delivered
the big one yet.

- There's a big one.
- W-what is the big one?

Someone left a pack
of cigarettes

on the stovetop
near the burners.

Not only very dangerous,

but also a potential
contaminant.

- Motherfucker.
- You can say that again.

- Motherfucker!
- Don't actually say it again,
you fucking idiot!

You're about to get
fuckin' power-washed, cousin!

Unfortunately!
These violations
leave me no choice.

- I award you a C.
- No! No, no, no!

- Wait, no, no, no!
- That's some hood shit.

You know what? I'm gonna
caulk that shit right now.

Oh, oh, oh, it doesn't
matter how fast you do it.

I can't come back
to test for 30 days.

What! It'll take five...
No, no, no! Don't touch that.

It will take five seconds
to caulk!

- I can caulk!
Let me fucking caulk!
Richie!

- Richie, there's
no caulk in-house, dude.
- Shut the fuck up, Fak!

See you all later.

- Shut the fuck up!
- Yeah, but I'm saying
there's no caulk in the house.

Dude, it's okay. We'll fix it.

Bitch at me?
You wanna run this place,
you fucking slob?

How do you know they're
not your cigarettes?

Put it in the fucking window!

You put it in
the fucking window!

Stop! Stop!
Let's not do this.

- That's your C.
- Alright! Here's what
we're gonna do.

You're gonna go
to the hardware store,

you're gonna get
some joint compound,

you're gonna get some caulk,

and you're gonna
caulk that shit.

- Okay, well, uh, FYI,
I'm not your fucking gopher.
- FYI?

FYI? FYI?

You cocked it up,
you're gonna caulk it out.

Well, I would love to, but, uh,
my license is expired, FYI.

You drove in this morning...

Sydney, you wanna help?
You can take him.

- No. Time out.
I'll Uber. Thank you.
Grow up.

Surge rates, fucko.

Fine.
But I'm taking my car.

I... I don't care.

He's that broke
that took him out?

- I graduated with a C.
- We know.

Ballbreaker...

er... er... er... er...

Fak, fix that fucking sound.

Fix that fucking sound.
Please fix that fucking sound!

- I will fix it.
- Fak always fixes it.

The kids come in,
they break it, what happens?

I fix the Balls.
Fak always fixes the Balls.

- Fix it!
- I'll fix the Balls!

Such fucking bullshit.

Can you, um,
can you hold this?

♪ Never look back ♪

-You got...
You gotta wiggle it.
-Oh.

Okay. I should've known
that I had to wiggle it.

Th-that's on me.
That's me that
I don't wiggle it.

I wasn't expecting company,
by the way.

These Arby's cups are
from different visits.

I respect that.

♪ Have you seen me lately? ♪

♪ Have you seen me lately? ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ Was out on the radio,
starting to change ♪

♪ Somewhere out in America ♪

♪ It's raining... ♪

Shit...

Where is this shit?

- We can always talk to
somebody who works here...
- No, no, no.

I can find this myself.

Can't believe I'm taking
orders from a fucking toddler

right now. You know,

my entire life,
I had to listen to everybody

acting all worried about him
all the time. "He's a baby.

Don't get Carmine into trouble."
You know?

I was a baby too once, Sydney.
Nobody gave a fuck.

Okay, um, I'm sorry about that,

but none of that, like,

messed up the wall that
we're here to fix, so...

Fuck that.
He's giving me crap

about not letting him work

at the restaurant
when he was a kid?

You think I give a fuck
where that dude works?

It was fuckin' Mikey.

Wait, why didn't Michael want
him to work at the restaurant?

Because he's a little bitch,
probably.

Can I ask, like, what...

What was, like,
the deal with Michael?

Uh, he shot himself in
the head four months ago.

Jesus. Uh...

W-were you guys, like,

related on your mom's side

or like your dad's or...

Neither.
He was my best friend.

Boom!
There's that shit.
Told you.

Silicone, adhesive caulk,

acrylic caulk...

Are you just reading
what's on the labels?

Okay, we got rubber sealant...

- I'm gonna find somebody
who works here.
- No!

I got this.

And then, you know, the,
uh, the produce bill is due.

You know,
and the power comes in,

and, uh, I-I can't build
enough of a parachute.

You know, even if we got
this place packed,

that's only, like,
a week of survival cash.

It's exhausting
listening to this.

- You asked me what's going on.
- I asked you where you been.

Yeah, you're looking at it.
This is where I been.

Carm, this place is bullshit.

Alright? I mean,
you're never gonna fix it.

Y-you can't start at fucked.

You understand that, right?

- Is that really a question?
- You're operating a business

historically has a lower
success rate than...

I don't know,
Chicago fucking Bears.

You know, you're
having a hard time

keeping your vendors current,
your crew paid.

Alright? And we're
not even getting into

the money I lent your brother.

-I didn't know Michael
took money from you
-He took a lot of money from me.

I mean, cash infusions
for this place,

you know, term loans,
which he never paid back.

Now, I gotta hold
you responsible.

Okay.

How, uh, h-how much?

300 grand.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

Jesus Christ is right, Carm.

And it's not like he
put it into this place.

Still looks like some kid
painted it with his ass.

Look...

No disrespect,
you know, your brother,

he was an animal, you know,
surrounded by dickheads,

and then he lost
his mind, and now

he put you in
a real tough spot.

That's why you stopped by?

I stopped by to see you.

Shoulda stopped by
to break your legs,

but, you know,
I guess I'm becoming forgetful.

Why'd you give him the money?

Very good question.

You know, I, uh...

I don't know. He said he was
gonna franchise the place,

but you knew that
was bullshit.

You still gave it to him.

I loved him, too.

Look...

Let's just do
the easy thing here,

and you sell it to me.

No.

No, you just said restaurants
are bad for business.

Who says I'm gonna
keep it a restaurant?

I'll get you
the money, Jimmy.

Alright? I promise you.

Oh, shit. We're gonna be in
gridlock for over an hour

- 'cause of your
new best friend.
- Okay, well...

I don't even know why you wanna
work for that little stunad.

- Because he's good.
- Oh my god...

Like, whether you
like it or not,
he's incredibly talented,

and we could all learn
a lot from him.

-You know he was one of
Food & Wine's Best New Chefs
-Oh, we could...

- when he was 21?
- Oh my god!

He was one of Food & Wine's
Best New Chefs?

Is that what you just told me?
That changes everything!

Really good short-term memory,
Richie. Congrats on that.

You know the restaurant
could be good.

Like, I know you know that.

Like, it doesn't have to be
a place where the food is shitty

or everybody acts shitty
and feels shitty.

- Like, it could be
a good legit spot.
- Okay, you know what, Sydney?

You're getting
a little aggressive,

and I think maybe
you should just pause

- and take a breath
before you start driving.
- Okay.

Man or woman,
I'm not discriminating.

It's dangerous to get
behind the wheel
when you're hysterical.

The fuck does
she keep calling me?

- Hey, why do you
keep calling me?
- Fuck me...

What's going on with her?

Is she crying again?

What'd you say?

Well...

I'd be crying, too.
She's at this different school,

and those kids are
a bunch of fuckfaces.

Hold on...

Hold on.

Can I just talk to her, please?

Hey, sweetie.

How you doing?
You not doing so good?

What's wrong?

Oh, you're scared?

Uh, w-what are you scared about?

Yeah.

I get it.

But, you know what?

You're gonna do great.

I promise.

And if you don't,
I'm gonna give you $500.

But you're gonna do great.

And I'm gonna see
you on Friday, right?

Of... How can you...

Of course, I still love you.

I love you so, so much.

I love you more and more
every day, if that's possible.

I just...

No. I don't need
to talk to Mommy.

But, uh, call me after,

you know, let me
know how it went.

Okay.

I'm so proud of you, kiddo.

I love you.

Sorry.
My, uh, ahem,

my daughter's going
through a phase.

Uh, yeah. Uh...

Uh, h-how old is she?

Uh, she's 5.

Like Carmy.

Food & Wine's
Best New Dickhead.

Fuck.

I fucked up with
those cigarettes.

I'm sorry, uh, about Michael.

And I got the wrong
caulk, I think.

You did.

But...

I didn't.

Oh, shit.

- Syd making moves.
- Fuck off, Richie.

♪ Shammy cleaning
all the windows ♪

♪ Singing songs about
Edith Piaf's soul ♪

♪ And I hear blue strains
of no regret ♪

♪ Across the street from
Cathedral Notre Dame ♪

♪ Meanwhile,
back in San Francisco... ♪

Carm?

- Hey, Pete.
- Pete : Hey. Uh...

Everything okay?

Yeah. No, I'm good.
I just, um...

Sugar wasn't picking
up her phone.

Oh.

Look, I was just, um...

Uh, h-hold on. Why...
Lemme get Nat.

I... No, I just...
I-I-I'm sorry. I, uh...

- Nat!
- I wanted to talk to you about
something. I, uh, I just...

I wanted to apologize.

- Oh.
- Uh, for last time.

No, you know what?
I went to Urgent Care,

and they gave me some stuff
to put on it, and, uh...

No, I-I shouldn't...

Hey, Nat! Just hold on.
Let me grab her.

-Oh, uh, okay.
-Let me grab her, one second.
No problem! No problem.

- Sugar: What is going on?
- It's Carmy.

- Why's he calling you?
- I don't know.

- You calling Pete?
- Carmy: You weren't
picking up the phone.

I'm making dinner.

Did you hear I apologized?

So?

- Cicero was here.
- Yeah, I heard.

I also heard there's
a C in the window?
Nice.

Listen, Sugar...

I woke up in the middle
of the night

cooking a bunch of
wrapped frozen shit.

I almost set
my apartment on fire.

Does that happen a lot?

Carmy:
Sometimes.

Did you look at the thing?

No, I didn't look at the thing.

Sugar:
Pete and I have
been going lately,

and it's actually
been really nice.

Yeah, of course Pete would go.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

You want me to
shut the fuck up?

No, not you, sweetie.
Y-you didn't say anything.

Oh. Copy that.

What are you making?

Mom's chicken.

Look, I'm, uh,
I'm fine.

Really. You know, I just have
trouble breathing sometimes,

- and I wake up screaming.
- What?

I-I know tons of people
that cry out of nowhere.

Okay. I just sent
it to you again.

Like, I don't wanna
bother you, okay? Uh...

No, you're not bothering me,
but that isn't, like, un-scary.

When did the breathing
problem start?

I think maybe
sometime in New York.

I was throwing up
every day before work.

Oh. Okay. Well,
that sounds chill.

- I kind of dug it.
- You dug throwing up?

No. No, no, it was awful.

Uh, chef was a piece of shit.

Then why'd you stay there?

I don't know. Um...

People loved the food.

It felt good.

Chefs always say
a big part of the job

is taking care of people, right?

Yeah. Yeah. No, I guess.

Okay, well,
you can't really do that

if you're not taking care
of yourself then.

And I like when you
tell me things. Just...

- I'm asking you to
look at the thing.
- Mm-hmm.

It's okay to ask for help.

I understand. I do.

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ And we're over in
a 52nd Street apartment ♪

♪ Socializing with
the wino few ♪

Oh, f...

Ass!

♪ But they're flying too high
to see my ♪

♪ See my point of view ♪

♪ As we gaze out on ♪

♪ As we gaze out on ♪

♪ As we gaze out on ♪

♪ As we gaze out on ♪

♪ Saint Dominic's preview ♪

♪ Hey,
Saint Dominic's preview ♪

Yo. Need you up front.

Uh, y-y-yeah, yeah, yeah.

I-I'll be right there.

♪ Saint Dominic's preview ♪

♪ See them
freedom marching ♪

♪ Saint Dominic's preview ♪

♪ Freedom marching ♪

♪ Out on the street,
freedom marching ♪

♪ Out on the street ♪

♪ Turn around and come back ♪

♪ Look at the man ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ St. Dominic's Preview ♪

♪ One more time ♪

♪ St. Dominic's Preview ♪

Thank you very much.

♪ ♪

Chef, let's fire
two chicken peppers,

- two sausage pepper,
two mortadell.
- Two chicken pepper,

two sausage pepper,
two mortadell, Chef!

- Thank you, Chef.
- Yes, Chef.

Fire, one with sausage pepper,
one with mortadell!

One sausage pepper,
one more mortadell, Chef!

- Thank you, Chef.
- Okay, let's fire
one more sausage pepper,

- two more mortadell!
- Behind.

One more sausage pepper,
one more mortadell, Chef!

- Two more mortadell.
- Two more
mortadell, Chef!

Gorgeous. Thank you, Chef.

- You want a line change?
- No. No, stay. I'll tournant.

- Thank you for taking
Richie today.
- Oh yeah, no sweat.

Do you want me to,
uh, come in tomorrow?

- Please. You're hired.
- Yeah?

Yes. Your pass, Chef.

Thank you, Chef.

Uh, can I get hands, please?

And fire one more
sausage pepper!

- One more
sausage pepper, Chef!
- Thank you, Chef.

♪ ♪

Yo. Fix that hole?

Yeah. Yeah. Is the Health
Department coming back?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

- Fuckin' Cicero.
- Cicero.

- We all good in there?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
I'm just gonna burn one.
I haven't had one all day.

- I'll see you in a sec, alright?
- Alright.

Fuck.

♪ Get away from me ♪

♪ Just get away from me ♪

♪ This isn't gonna be easy ♪

♪ But I don't need you ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ Yeah, you got a piece of me ♪

♪ But it's just
a little piece of me ♪

♪ And I don't need anyone ♪

♪ And these days ♪

♪ I feel like I'm fading away ♪

♪ Like sometimes ♪

♪ When I hear myself
on the radio... ♪