The Bear – S02E01 – Beef | Transcript

Faced with the reality of opening a new restaurant, the crew must come up with a plan, but the financial problems are bigger than expected, and Carmy has to make a risky decision

Original release date: June 23, 2023

Carmy and Sydney begin to develop a menu for The Bear and bring in Natalie as project manager for renovations. Needing more funds, they ask Cicero for an additional $500,000 loan. He agrees under the condition that if the loan is not paid back in 18 months, he takes ownership of the property, estimated to be worth $2 million. Sydney asks Tina to be her sous-chef, to the latter’s delight. Carmy, Sugar and Sydney plan to open the restaurant in three months.

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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…




Fak, it’s a facelift, it’s not a gut.

Bear, it is a facelift and a gut.

He is not wrong, Jeffrey.


How’s my budget looking?


Not good.


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…


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 pieceofshit 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.



Ninety. Ninety.

I was gonna say 90, okay.

SUGAR: Fridge is fucked.

Also AC.


So we are at 85.


Ha, ha, no, just kidding.

Ninetyfive, 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.


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 brotherinlaw,

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.



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.


CARMY: Thirteen what? For what?

That’ll be his drywall estimate.



Yo, you ever think about purpose?

I love you, but I do not have time for this, alright?

I have time for this.


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,


They drop his ass.

They just… cut that motherfucker off.

Why do they do that?

‘Cause he’s got no purpose.

Okay, so, whwhat does he do?

RICHIE: I don’t know. I haven’t read that far.

But I do know that I’m…

fortyfive. 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.


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 goodgood 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, goodgood 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 goodgood,

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?


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.


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




♪ They were translated poorly… ♪


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.

Mmhmm. 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.


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.


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.


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.


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…



Also, I filed with the BACP

for our City of Chicago Consultant.


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?


A lot. A lot of reps. Yeah.

But it’sit’s gonna be okay, you know.

All we have to do is just stay calm

and make sure

CARMY: 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.



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 justjust 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.


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?


(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.


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?


(blaring continues)



(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 withwithwith honest partners.

We wanna do highlevel dining

and hospitality andandand 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 thethe petting zoo?

What? No, no, no, no.

Mini golf?


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, hehe 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.


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.


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.



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


Yeah. Not good.


Look, we don’t pay you the money

by the end of 18 months, worstcase 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)


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?


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.


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.


Thank you.

CARMY: Start looking into crew?


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.



(door opens, closes)


Tina? Tina, hey.

Sorry, uh…

What’s up?

I wanted to…

I wanted to ask you something, andand 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’sit’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.


But I’ll talk to you tomorrow.



Yes, Jeff.

SYDNEY: Okay. Night.


She all good?

Well, I’m almost outta here.

I appreciate you, dude.

DVR it. She’ll watch it later.



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.



What are you, uh…

Oh, uh, I don’t know.

Um, what are you gonna…

No idea.

Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.



Okay, night.


♪ Transcendental blues

(“New Noise” by Refused playing)

(train rattling)


Six months is too long.

We need to open this shit ASAP.


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 thousanddollar 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


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