Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[low conversation]
- Chef? The menu. - Hey. Right here.
[laughing]
Chef.
- Yes, chef. - How come we're slow?
I'm gonna figure out...
we would've gotten in an argument in the taxi.
[signing] AY'
[whispering] I'm afraid.
[speaking French]
You marinate the lamb in za'atar and lemon zest, right?
Show me, show me, show me. It all has to be same size.
you have to be...
I mean, "dead" these days can mean barbecuing chicken wings
Sweeney's Irish, by the way, not Scottish.
we otherwise wouldn't go.
But they have habits. They have to stick to a routine
I'm not deaf.
[in English accent] Oh, long walks in Walden Wood.
[Adam] Oh, shit.
And to be in my kitchen, you have to defend yourself.
[up-tempo music playing]
- Starters are finished. - Mains to the pass, right now!
[Adam] And today's the last day of my penance.
[chuckling] Yeah. Yeah, fuck you.
- Tonight went wrong... - You're a piece of a equipment.
What are you guys doing in here?
[coughing]
- It's good. - Better than yesterday?
to remain in the pan for an extra minute
Along with, uh, sniffing, snorting, injecting,
[quietly] How long did you say he could stay?
...you're one of them.
[Max] What's wrong? What's wrong?
I got it, I got it.
[Lily] Turbot? Not again.
Remind me never, ever to discuss food with you in public.
the short ribs for the beef, and I want you to make
Tell me, what else?
who will kill Adam Jones is Adam Jones.
Really? Oh, fantastic.
When are you gonna do something about Medusa out there?
under the table to see if you notice, and they wouldn't drop it
[speaking French] Michel is in Paris.
[sighs]
I say to myself, "Simone, you're a lesbian.
They ask for tap water. They wear business suits.
[Kaitlin] Sometimes the Michelin man could even be a woman.
[shower running]
- [door opens] - Hello?
[low conversations]
Do you know about the Michelin men?
to explain what Michel had done to your dish.
The first of the pair arrives early and has a drink at the bar.
[laughs] Thank you.
Yes, chef.
Some nights I was almost as good as I thought I was.
- Tell me... - Everybody out, now.
No, this place is easy, accessible, and cheap. It's easy to find.
Mm-hm, sure.
No water bath, okay?
I saved up a bunch of money, bought a one-way ticket to Paris.
- [woman] Adam Jones at The Langham. - Excuse me.
- One minute on that pork, Max. - [Max] Yes, chef.
You're wasting your talent there.
Yeah, I didn't know that he'd died.
Closed down any, uh, good restaurants lately?
The maids don't come?
Okay, good. Every one, glaze on every one.
- You look great by the way. - Thank you.
Where is he?
- And exactly how I gave it to you. - Yes, chef.
- Chef. - Chef.
- [man speaking indistinctly] - Yeah.
So you-you took, you took matters into your own hands?
Because each slice of potato for pommes Anna
That's your verdict, is it?
But slowly...
Whatever it was or whoever it was in the past,
I don't close good restaurants.
At about 6:00, I decide it's okay.
on a bed of ricotta for you.
- For what? - Wild guess. Drugs?
I'll be taking samples of blood to test for drugs and alcohol.
You can't do it alone.
Then I destroyed it all.
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
Mmm.
Every night. At what, 2:00 in the morning?
[low conversations]
- You cost me my fucking job! - Yes.
Eat it.
[muffled shouting]
[laughs] Three years without a word.
- How are you? - Good, good.
[metal objects continue clattering, spinning]