01x04 - Secret Sauce

[bunniefuu]

[Peggy humming]

[sizzles]

[humming continues]

Now, baby,
what are you doing up?

I wanna help.

Please, Mom.

Please?

Remember.

You have to put the ingredients

in the pot
in the exact right order.

Why does it matter

if it's all going
into the same pot?

Because we still
make this sauce

the exact same way
my grandmother made it.

And her grandmother
before her.

Cynda. This recipe defines us.

It's our family code.

And if we didn't follow it
to a T,

it wouldn't be right anymore.

[splashes]

[serene music playing]

[sizzling]

[switch clicks]

- [Cynda yawns]
- [creaks]

[sizzling]

How do you...

I mean, doesn't that hurt?

Aw, baby girl.

You do this thing
as long as I have,

and you can't even
feel the heat anymore.

[music continues]

Thank you so much
for coming in.

Hey, how you doing today?

Good to see you.

Hey, welcome.

[rustling]

[Cromwell] You saw this coming,
didn't you?

Hey, Cynda.

What?

- Yeah.
- [sighs]

No denying it now.

The mayor was in Bob's pocket.

You always suspected it,

but now we have proof.

I got a bad feeling
about what's next.

They just beheaded
some of the top powerbrokers

in the city.

What do you think?

Vegans take out all ten guys,

as revenge
for the Mother fiasco?

What is it?

[Cynda] Well, we got ten heads,
and only nine bodies.

This your so-called "Cannibal"?

- I think so.
- Jesus.

Wait.

Then why m*rder the rest?

[Cynda] I said
he took the body.

I didn't say he m*rder*d them.

[sighs]

There's only one person
in all of Los Angeles

that could have done this.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- Jiro.

Some no-name Outer Ringer?
Come on.

Thing I can't wrap my head
around is, what's his motive?

The guy's working with Bob.

Well, you better
be right about this,

and you better be quick.

This town's about to see a
level of carnage it hasn't seen

since the Great Unraveling.

So, you gotta
give me something,

anything that can tie this
to Jiro,

and bring him in
before the Feds arrive.

[dramatic music plays]

[door rattles]

He's not there.

I've been waiting
for him all morning too.

Shh, don't engage an officer.

Do you know the chef
that runs this place?

No, please.

I'm his apprentice.

Apprentice?

Jiro has an apprentice?

Yeah, I just graduated
from rice to nori.

Then it's onto fish.

Just like Jiro.

He's pretty good
with a knife, huh?

Have you ever seen him use

those knife skills
in a violent way?

He's done a lot
to make the lives

of the people
in the Outer Ring better.

More than I can say

for the City of Angels
Health Department.

- That's for sure.
- [siren wailing]

Yeah. I think that's
everything I need.

Thanks for the chat.

Oh. And don't
let her outside alone.

I wouldn't want her
catching strays

in the crossfire.

What crossfire?

- [tense music playing]
- Oh, sweetie.

Didn't you hear?

- There's a w*r coming.
- [music intensifies]

[Bob] They say
in the restaurant business,

that competition is healthy.

Tell that to your fellow chefs
bleeding out in the street.

- This is our moment...
- [splashes]

...to show who has a better
vision for LA.

Bob's menus and methods
are outdated.

If we're going to move

- this town forward...
- [g*ns c*ck and sh**ting]

[Rose] ...the old ways
need to die.

- So grab your shovels...
- [splashing]

- [Rose] and let's bury the...
- [Bob] Dead.

- [Bob] I want her f*cking dead.
- [screaming]

I've served and earned
the people's trust,

kept them fed,

and she has the ba*ls
to challenge that?

- Hell, no.
- [grunts]

We snuff out
this little uprising

- while it's still in the crib.
- [crunching]

- In this town...
- [grunting]

- the actions have...
- [screaming]

[Rose] Consequences.

- Bob's become bloated...
- [screaming]

- lazy.
- [sighs]

[Rose] So let's just put him
out of his...

- [Bob] Misery loves company.
- [grunts]

So, don't leave a single one

- [Bob] of them alive.
- [screaming]

Let them burn in hell,

- together.
- [thudding]

[Rose] As one, we cut Bob
off at his knees,

- make him crawl and beg, for...
- [thudding]

[Bob] Forgiveness
is for the weak.

Stand with us,
or die in front of us.

[Bob and Rose together]
Because we won't stop

until there's nothing
left to k*ll.

- [siren blaring]
- [thuds]

[door slams]

- [engine starts]
- [sinister music playing]

[Jean Claude] But I had nothing
to do with that g*ng violence.

I was only trying
to board up my restaurant.

Right. Sure you were.

The only innocent man
in your neighborhood.

- Come on.
- [scoffs]

You're just targeting me
for being an Outer Ring chef.

[indistinct chattering]

[Cynda] Can I help you?

Hello. Cynda, is it?

We'll need all your files
on the Ortolan m*ssacre,

plus everything
you have on Bob.

And while you're up,
some decent coffee.

- [door slams]
- What the f*ck?

This is my case.

Cynda, I'm sorry.

It's the Alcohol, Firearms,

and Food Agency's
jurisdiction now.

Between the high
profile murders--

- I am close on this.
- [bangs]

For Christ's sake, Cynda.

The mayor's head
was in his lap.

Not to mention, the streets
are filled with blood.

The department's being
stretched to the max.

And now the Feds
are stepping in.

- Oh, come--
- But I know it's Jiro,

I just need more time
to prove it.

Cynda. [sighs]

My hands are tied.

[groans angrily]

[shattering]

[clicks]

[Jiro] Breaking and entering?

- sh*t.
- I see

you are willing to play dirty.

- You're under arrest.
- For what?

The Ortolan murders
at the Summit.

Drop the knife.

If this is your idea
of justice, then...

Fine.

[vibrates and beeps]

I got Jiro.

I'm bringing him in.

Wait, you have him?

Because you weren't
the only one with that hunch.

Hold on.

Turns out the AFF came to
the same conclusion you did.

And they want Jiro as well.

But this place is crawling
with crooked cops.

You can't bring him here.

Okay, so...

The AFF is setting up
a safe house.

I'll text you the address soon.

But what am I supposed
to do with him in the meantime?

- [beeps]
- Hello?

This... [sighs]

[exhales]

You hungry?

Hai.

You want to eat...

here?

Well, since you asked about

my idea of justice,
let me show you.

Welcome to Pig-EZ.
First time?

Can we just get some brisket
and burnt ends?

Okay.

- And is he...
- [Cynda] Hungry?

Yes. Brisket. Burnt ends.

No sauce.

[footsteps receding]

Why did we come here to eat?

Why did you decapitate

all those big wigs
at this summit?

Ah, I see we both have
questions for each other.

Have you seen a lot of
decapitations, Jiro?

I've seen a lot of
decapitations.

In all cases, the neck is
mangled from hacking,

the flesh a mess.

But the Ortolan cuts?

These cuts were flawless.

Clean around the cartilage
membrane and bones.

Now, the last time I saw
a decapitation this precise,

was when I checked
Louie Cervantes'

severed head into the morgue.

You know the last guy who
put soy sauce on your sushi?

[tense music playing]

Bob says
you're working for him.

So why did you take out all his
prized associates at the Ort--

Wait a minute.

Are you not working for Bob?

[drums beating]

Are you working for Rose?

Or are you working both of them
against each other?

[people talking]

- [laughing]
- [indistinct chatter]

There he is. Bob, welcome.

Quite the turnout.

You got at least half
the deepest pockets in LA

assembled in this room.

I'd say more than
half, actually.

[laughs]

Look, I know you're
off the clock,

but we just remodeled
our kitchen.

And I'd love
to get your take on it.

As long as you ain't
putting me to work.

I diced my last onion,
hours ago.

- [laughs]
- Onions.

- Uh.
- [dramatic music playing]

[clattering]

What the hell
is she doing here?

[gasps]
You lying prick.

- You set me up.
- I swear to God.

- [Rose screams]
- Hey, hey, easy, easy!

The two of you are costing

the people out there
a lot of money.

And we f*cking
like our money.

Now, this w*r between
the Summit and the farm

is hurting more than
the dead chefs in the street.

It's k*lling our bottom line.

So, the two of you are going
to stay in this kitchen,

until you find a way
to peacefully resolve it.

This ends tonight, understand?

[door slams]

[grunts]

He took all the weapons.

[clanking]

You f*cking sadist.

You sausage'd my Devon
to death!

You're k*lling my restaurant

- and my soldiers.
- [crashes]

Me?

You started all this

when you sent Monty's head
to me in a box.

[shatters]

I didn't k*ll any Monty.

But now I'm wishing I did.

You and Jiro
sabotage my mother delivery.

You cost me a fortune.

Well, you decapitated
my entire business board.

Why would I decapitate
your board and not you, moron?

You hired the baker.

That's why Jiro had to...

Leave.

[tense music playing]

You ever k*ll a man
to send a message,

and then refuse the credit?

- Hell no.
- Me neither.

But within all this confusion,
I'm recognizing a pattern.

A constant.

Jiro?

- Jiro.
- [ominous music playing]

- f*ck!
- g*dd*mn it!

[exhales]

You hungry?

Oh, I can eat.

[Cynda] Why are you
playing Bob and Rose

against each other?

Why do you come
to a restaurant you hate?

[sighs]

This used to be
my family's place.

Before it was stolen from them.

[suspenseful music playing]

So, how you been...

[crow caws]

Cynda, honey.

I need you to go
to the spot right now, okay?

- But Mom--
- Now!

[clanks]

- [g*n c*ck]
- [tense music playing]

- [explodes]
- [whooshes]

- [whooshing]
- [clattering]

- [explodes]
- [people coughing]

[coughing]

[engine roaring]

- [g*n firing]
- [yells]

- [gasping]
- [g*n firing]

[crackles]

[alarm blaring]

[clinking]

[shuddering]

[rattles]

- [Cynda shivers]
- Oof.

All right, come on with me.
Come on.

[sniffles]

[groans]
[gasping]

[gasps]

[whispering] Daddy.

[gasping]

[sniffles]

[gasping]

[mournful music playing]

[crying]

- [door opens]
- [Cynda shivering]

[Cromwell strains]

I found this.

It was the last one intact.

I think it belongs to you.

[sighs]

[waitress] Here you go.

I know you said no sauce,
but, like, I couldn't resist.

Dropping off some of our
most popular selections,

in case you change your mind.

We have the Oink Oink Ooze,
Mustard n'Stuff,

the Fiery Freebase,

and my personal favorite,
the Whole Hog Slush.

[laughs]
Enjoy your meal.

[clatters]

[moans]

[strains]

Needs sauce.

[Cynda] No.

Use this.

This sauce, this...

This is what
injustice looks like.

They slaughtered
and stole from us.

But guess what?

They'll never get
to eat our food

the way it's meant to be eaten.

[plopping]

[chewing]

Mmm.

It's not too sweet.

Thank you.

Did you know
that I'm the only one

who still gets
to eat this meal,

the right way
with the right sauce?

Well, until you,
just now I guess.

You do not come here to eat.

Whenever I feel jaded,
whenever I feel like giving up,

I'll come back here
and remind myself

why I do what I do.

Oh, we are the same, then.

You and me.

And how am I the same

as someone
who beheaded ten men?

I am also seeking
a kind of justice.

There's a right way
to make barbecue sauce,

and there's a right way
to pursue justice.

Maybe, but we both know
this town

is full of people
who deserve to die.

Maybe so, but...

I still have hope.

- [bangs]
- I can't believe I got played

by that Outer Ring peasant!

- [clunking]
- When I get my hands on him,

I'm gonna gut Jiro

- throat to scrote!
- Get in line.

I'm gonna spatchcock
that m*therf*cker,

- and snap his ribcage in two.
- [splashes]

I'm going to sous vide him,
until his insides are jerky.

Not before I purée his
unmentionables into a gazpacho.

- [dramatic music playing]
- [slooshes]

You know what this needs?

Butter?

[clink]

[dramatic music intensifies]

[hissing]

[glooping]

[beeps]

[beeps]

[plops]

[lips smacking]

Cloves, chili pepper,
ground mustard seed,

salt, garlic, turmeric and...

Mmm.

The last ingredient
in your barbecue sauce,

I can't figure it out.

Well, if I told you,
I'd have to k*ll you.

- [Jiro scoffs]
- [smiles]

Well, you nearly got them all,
which is pretty impressive.

Thank you for dinner.

[beeps]

Well, fun's over.

I gotta take you into the Feds.

Okay.

Okay?

That's it?

No fighting or running off?

It's almost like you wanted

or waited for this to happen.

Well, I learned everything
I needed to know about you

from our meal.

And though we exist
in different worlds,

you are trying to do
the right thing.

Just like I am.

So, okay.

Let's go.

Uh, yeah. Okay.

Let's go.

[footsteps receding]

[customer] Get me another one.

[peaceful music playing]

[engine accelerating]

It's quiet out here.

Yeah, I like quiet.

[ominous music playing]

[handcuffs clinking]

CAHD. Asset delivery.

You can go.
We got it from here.

Where are the release forms?

I know how the AFF
gets with their releases.

- Am I right?
- [door creaks]

[whispering]

- [agent 1 sighs]
- [agent 1] Aww, c'mon.

[agent 2] Why are you sweating,
newbie? Huh?

[agent 1 sighs]

[agent 2] Got something
to hide?

[agent 1] How? Like,

how do you keep
having this hand?

[agent 2 laughs]
Read 'em and weep!

[agent 1 sighs]
This is so frustrating.

[agent 1] All right, I'm out.

Hey, where are you going?

Don't worry.

- I'll be right back.
- [keys jangling]

Can I help you?

I've cleaned a few dishes
on my way up.

May I?

Yeah, sure.

Knock yourself out.

[door creaks]

[Cynda] These aren't
the Asset Releases.

I need the Asset
Release Protocol.

Look again.

[dramatic music playing]

- [swishes]
- [clinks]

[whooshes]

Hey, what are you
doing over there?

You'd be surprised what a
little lemon can do to grease.

[door creaks]

- [g*n firing]
- [agent grunting]

- [g*n c*ck]
- Get on the f*cking floor!

[thuds]
[groans softly]

- [slamming]
- [groans]

- [grunting]
- [groaning]

[screaming]

- [swooshes]
- [gasping]

- [straining]
- [groaning]

- [gags]
- [thuds]

- [Cynda gasps]
- [agent groans]

[g*nshots]

- [Cynda grunts]
- [thuds]

[g*n firing]

- [Jiro groans]
- Jiro!

- [Jiro screams]
- [g*n fires]

[plops]

[breathing heavily]

[g*n firing]

- [Cynda gasps]
- [Jiro grunting]

[both sighs]

Tamarind.

That's the last ingredient
in our recipe...

[Jiro clears throat]

...is tamarind.

Hai.

- Now go.
- [Jiro sighs]

[exhales]

[grunting]