Autumn in New York

:03:05

I’m looking to see the Chilean Sea Bass.

:03:09

- It's not on the sideboard?
- No. I see no Bass.

:03:12

I’m gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch!
Fakir! Did you move my fish?

:03:19

I’m talking to you.
Did you move my fish?

:03:23

Could it be this one lying here
disguised as an Artic Char?

:03:28

Artic Char! The other son-of-a-bitch,
Glucksman, who calls himself the fish man.

:03:34

- Boss, I’m getting pissed.
- I validate that emotion. Netto, Problem!

:03:39

- Yes, boss.
- Bouillabaisse?

:03:41

- In there 20 minutes.
- This pot is empty.

:03:45

- This pot is bouillabaisse-less.
- Fakir! What did I tell you?

:03:52

- You got a minute, boss?
- Yeah. Where'd it go?

:03:56

- Taste it.
- Tumeric.

:03:59

- No tumeric!
- How much? Three or four?

:04:03

- Four.
- You're right. Perfect. Congratulations!

:04:38

Excuse me? I’m here to meet Will.

:04:47

Of course.

:04:56

I know, I got it, I got it.

:04:59

What happened to Lynn?