Burnt Page #3

She will destroy us.

You set this up?

Your restaurant is f***ed

unless you let me cook for her.

You are insane.

Wait. Wait.

Wait!

Service.

The bastard could cook gravel.

I want to make amends for Paris.

So I hand my restaurant over to you,

and it's you doing me a favor?

If your father didn't own this place,

you would have been fired years ago.

Michel will be my sous chef.

Michel is in Paris.

- Max is in.

- Max is in jail.

He's out in two days.

Also I found a chef de partie

who doesn't know how good she is.

"She?" Ay.

Right there,

the whole thing falls apart.

Because in three days

you will be f***ing her,

in another three you will dump her,

and then she leaves

with screams and tears.

No more women.

I've been sober two years,

two weeks, and six days.

Now, I want you

to talk to your father.

- My father is sick.

- Your father's not sick. He's dying.

I'm giving you a chance

to finally make him proud of you.

You are the best maitre d' in Europe.

My kitchen is going to be

the best in the world.

And we're gonna get the third star.

The money the Balerdi family has

agreed to pay to renovate the restaurant

is contingent upon you

showing up here every Friday.

I'll be taking samples of blood to test

for drugs and alcohol.

Should a test prove positive,

the family will withdraw their financial

support for your restaurant immediately.

I've been psychoanalyzing

Tony Balerdi for many years.

- Do you attend meetings?

- No, I'm not much for groups.

How do you to plan

to maintain your sobriety?

Oh, long walks in Walden Wood.

The power of prayer.

You have a disease;

there's no shame in seeking help.

I run a group here on Tuesdays

and Thursdays at 10:00.

You'd be more than welcome to join.

You could make the sandwiches.

I don't make sandwiches.

Well, I've injected

so much junk in my life,

there may still be stockpiles

in my ankles.

In my experience, people who

come in here and make silly comments

are generally frightened

of what they might reveal

if they really took the time

to be themselves.

Oh, I've been myself since the '90s.

Do you have a fear of needles?

Well, that question indicates

a serious lack of research.

Did you ever see that movie,

Seven Samurai?

That's how I want my chefs to be.

Chef.

Chef, I'm afraid

there's been a complaint.

Do we have a problem?

Please don't fight him

among all this bone china.

It'll be me who picks up the tab.

Hello, Reece.

A little bird told me

you'd lost your touch, so...

a little lobster confirmed it.

Leave us alone.

So, not dead.

- Apparently not.

- Ah, looks can be deceiving.

I mean, "dead" these days can

mean barbecuing chicken wings

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