Get Jiro! (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

[dog barking]
[pigs grunting]
[humming]
[car engines whirring
in distance]
[gasps]
[intense music playing]
He found us.
Run!
- [rapid gunshots]
- [yells, thuds]
- [gunshots continue]
- [people screaming]
- [crashes]
- [man yells]
[people screaming continues]
- [panting]
- [clanking]
- [panting]
- [gunshots]
[exclaims] Oh, no.
- [panting]
- [indistinct shouting nearby]
- [people screaming]
- [whooshing]
[intense music continues]
[slams]
[engine whirring]
[glass shatters]
[sloshing]
[groaning]
- [breathing heavily]
- [somber music playing]
[grunts]
[somber music fades]
[intriguing music playing]
[Freddie] What are we
doing here, Rose?
We should be
on the street fighting.
Bob is never gonna
stop coming for you.
In medieval times,
they built castles
on the edges of cliffs.
We'll be safe up here.
There's power
in the higher ground.
You're talking about setting up
your restaurant here?
Not just a restaurant, Freddie.
A hydroponic farm
connected to it.
We can grow just about
any fruit or vegetable.
And we'll be protected.
But where will the animals go?
That's the thing.
There won't be any animals.
Are you suggesting
you're going vegan?
[chuckles] You're out
of your mind.
As I said, there's power
in the higher ground.
They say revenge is a dish
best served cold.
But I'll take it
any way I can get it.
[dramatic music playing]
- [clangs]
- [chittering]
[cages clanging]
[moos]
[liquid hissing]
[monkeys chittering nearby]
[menacing music plays]
- [cages clanging]
- [chittering continues]
[foreboding music playing]
Please come with me.
[breath trembling]
[thuds, grunts]
Bravo, Jiro.
We've been trying
to bring in the mad scientist
for over a year now.
So, we have a deal then?
Indeed, we are partners
against Bob.
What's more,
with what's in that briefcase,
we are one step closer
to introducing that motherfucker
to his maker.
I'm told what Dr. Verhoeven
has been working on
is nothing short of a miracle.
- [indistinct mumbling]
- [mysterious music playing]
A creation that will change
dining and cuisine
as we know it.
Behold.
It's not meat. It's other.
It's Mother.
A food product capable
of absorbing, recreating,
and tricking the brain
to perceive the flavor
and texture properties
of any meal it touches.
From braised pork belly
with pickled radishes
to pan-seared branzino
with lemon butter sauce.
Whatever your tastebuds desire,
Mother provides.
[scoffs softly]
Believe it, Jiro.
Freddie, take Dr. Verhoeven
to the pantry.
And if he doesn't tell you
how to replicate Mother,
- you have my permission
- [muffled screams]
to turn him
into an insect buffet.
- Right this way, Doctor.
- [muffled screaming]
Allow me to cook for you.
How about
my grandmother's favorite dish?
Pot-au-feu.
[in Japanese] Hai.
[in English] I had to start
with the bone marrow yesterday.
It needs to soak and stay
refrigerated overnight.
Like Grammy always said,
"You need to bleach
as much blood as possible."
- [curious music playing]
- [scraping]
- [whooshes]
- [sizzling]
[burbling]
[sloshing]
[in French] Et voilà.
[in Japanese] Itadakimasu.
[curious music fades]
- [in English] Mm.
- [gulps]
It is perfect.
Save some room for Mother.
Freddie, dear, if you would.
If this works, Jiro,
do you realize what this
will do for my business?
I'll be able to cook
anything on Bob's menu,
and I won't need to kill
- any animals to do it.
- [sizzles]
This will change the way we eat.
[compelling music playing]
[in French] Bon appétit.
- [Rose] Mm!
- Oh, that is incredible!
It tastes exactly the same.
To a "T."
What's the matter, Jiro?
Give it a try. You'll see.
It's just like eating
my grandmother's
- pot-au-feu.
- No.
It's missing the magic.
I told you he can't be trusted.
I get it. [chuckles]
You're a purist.
- [intriguing music playing]
- But in my experience,
sometimes the only way
to get things done
is to stick your hands
in the goulash
and get 'em a little grubby.
I am used to getting
my hands dirty.
Don't I know it.
Jiro, tomorrow
is the LA Feast Fest
and everyone will be there.
Mayor Sneed,
renowned food critic
Alister Attenborough.
Bob.
I plan to unveil Mother
to the public.
But when Bob catches wind
that I've got
my hands on Mother,
he'll stop at nothing
to sabotage me.
I'm having a truck
full of Mother
delivered to the festival.
I want you to accompany Freddie
and ensure
the delivery makes it.
You really believe
this will ruin Bob?
I do.
After all these years,
I'll finally be
on equal footing
with that bastard.
- Bob is the past!
- [clattering]
And Mother is the future.
[sighs]
There isn't much time
to prepare.
Meet Freddie
at Verhoeven's laboratory
tomorrow by noon.
- I still don't trust him.
- Aw.
Is someone getting jealous?
Mm. [kisses, chuckles]
Once we introduce
Mother tomorrow,
we won't need
the sushi chef anymore.
And you have my permission
to make him fertilizer.
[engine whirring]
- [brakes screech]
- [engine stops]
- [car alarm blaring nearby]
- [dog barking in distance]
Hmm?
[ominous music playing]
- [door creaks]
- [dings softly]
[ominous music intensifies]
[door creaks]
- [Jiro yells]
- [Cam] Ah! Jiro, it's me!
[Jiro sighs]
I was just practicing
my knife skills.
[angrily] Never touch this!
No one touches this.
Ever. Understand?
Sorry, I I
I just wanted to try and learn
to cut fish like you.
[sighs]
Wait.
You want to learn about sushi?
- Yes.
- Hm.
[thuds]
First, you must learn
to make rice.
- [Maria] Cam?
- [car whirs away in distance]
Cam, where are you?
- [siren blaring in distance]
- [dog barking in distance]
Again.
Again?
That's, like,
the fifth "again."
[Jiro] Again.
[Cam sighs] Fine.
- [crowd shouting in protest]
- [man] No justice
- [shouting continues]
- [man] Boo!
[orchestral music playing]
[sizzling]
[bell dings]
[indistinct chatter
and laughter]
[Sneed] Okay, okay.
All right, try this one.
- Try this one.
- [Alister clears throat]
What do you get
when you boil a funny bone?
A laughing stock.
- [all laughing]
- You get it? A laughing stock.
Oh, Mayor Sneed,
always such a prodigious
and lively raconteur.
[chuckles] Rose,
good to see you.
And you, Mr. Mayor.
And you, Alister.
Ah, Rose.
Nice to see you.
Bob.
[tense music playing]
Careful, Rose.
We're in the company
of the mayor.
LA's restaurant scene needs
a little healthy competition.
Just as long
as you two remember,
I get fed first.
Rose and I know
the customer is always right.
Especially the one in City Hall.
Excellent.
Now, I hear
you're presenting, Rose.
Come on, give us a hint.
What kind of delicious
fruits and vegetables
can we expect
to bite into today?
Today I'm going to serve you all
something that will change
your entire conception of food.
In fact, in a few hours' time,
this city will never
be the same.
Well, that's a high bar.
Good for you, Rose.
I feel like your cooking
has been stuck in neutral
for quite some time.
Let's hope this gets you
into first gear.
[gate rattles and clangs]
There he is.
- Right on time.
- Hm.
- Let's get moving.
- [grunts]
We need to get this truck
to the festival by 1 p.m.
That only gives us one hour.
- [pulsing music playing]
- Be ready for anything.
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
[pulsing music continues]
[sizzling]
[dinging]
[pulsing music intensifies]
Hm.
[meat crackling]
[sizzling]
[whirs]
[gun cocks]
[slams]
[engine whirring]
[whirring, beeping]
[Freddie chuckles]
Rose's little eye in the sky.
That's what that is.
- She doesn't trust us?
- She doesn't trust you.
Hm.
You know what I don't get, Jiro?
You're a sushi chef.
Not exactly a vegan.
So, why team up with Rose
and not Bob?
[grunts softly]
Enjoy the mystery.
[chuckles] Fair enough.
I like mysteries.
Especially once they get solved.
- [intense music playing]
- [truck engine revving]
A truck comes for us.
Many trucks come for us.
Well, I see Bob has
called in some mercenaries.
Something you should know
about me, Jiro.
I think food trucks
are fucking overrated! [grunts]
- [tires screeching]
- [clangs]
- [gun cocks]
- [gunshots]
[engine accelerating]
- [gunshots]
- [shattering]
Keep driving.
- [grunts]
- [shatters]
[both grunting and groaning]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[gasps] Hm?
[grunting]
[groaning in pain]
- [squishing]
- [screaming]
[gasps]
- [grunts]
- [door slams]
[thudding]
- [clangs]
- [splashing]
[tires screeching]
- [tires screeching]
- [crashes]
- [cars honking]
- [banging]
- [intense music continues]
- [engine accelerating]
[gunshots]
- [clinking]
- [shatters]
Son of a bitch!
- [launcher fires]
- [rocket whooshes]
- [explosion]
- [rattling]
[Jiro grunts]
- [Jiro thuds]
- Huh?
- [gasps]
- [gasps]
[panini thug 1 groans and thuds]
[panini thug 2 groans and thuds]
[engine accelerating]
Something wrong, Rose?
[chuckles] Not at all.
You know, Rose, timing
is everything in a kitchen.
When's the last time you saw
the inside of a kitchen, Bob?
[intense music continues]
- [drone whirring]
- [gunshots]
[tires screeching]
[clangs]
[engine accelerating]
[grunts]
Ah! You made it.
For a second there
I thought you were roadkill--
- [groans]
- Watch out!
- [tires screech]
- [clangs]
[gagging]
[music intensifies]
- [engine accelerating]
- [tires screeching]
[rumbling]
- [loud crash]
- [glass shattering]
[drone whirring]
[tires screeching]
[intense music fades]
[engine revving]
- [tires screech]
- [engine stops]
[Rose] Oh, God. Hurry!
The festival is almost over.
- [gasps] Oh, Freddie.
- [tense music playing]
[gasping for breath]
Just hang on, my love.
Hang on.
Get her to a hospital. Now.
Fucking Bob.
He won't stop until he's
taken everything from me.
But now it's our turn.
This next chef has
one of the finest restaurants
in the Inner Ring.
But would it kill her to add
a burger to the menu?
[laughs] Just kidding.
Chef Rose, come on up.
[indistinct chatter]
Thank you, Mayor Sneed.
For far too long,
our meals have suffered
under the tyranny of cruelty.
Every bite,
no matter how delicious,
was served
with a side of violence
- until today.
- [woman] Huh?
- Today, everything changes.
- [curious music playing]
Let me introduce you
to Mother.
[crowd exclaiming]
[woman] What is that?
Mmm!
Oh, my goodness. Ah!
That is delicious.
Now, may I have a volunteer?
[crowd] Me. Me. Me.
You. Have a bite
and tell me what you taste?
[chomping] Oh!
Holy shit.
That tastes like
like duck confit.
And it's the best damn
duck confit I've ever had.
[chuckles] Everyone
step forward and try some.
- [indistinct chatter]
- We've got smash burgers,
braised short ribs,
grilled octopus,
fried trout, chicken Francese.
And of course, you can't leave
until you've tried
our lamb chops.
[chuckles] Look at Bob, Jiro.
It's like we pissed
in his gazpacho.
You have a saying here
about Just Desserts.
[giggling]
Fuckin' A, Jiro.
[chuckles] Fuckin' A.
Here comes Alister.
[orchestral music playing
over speakers]
Well, Rose, do I get to taste?
Of course.
In fact, I prepared
something special for you.
I know you have a weakness
for beef bourguignon.
Julia Child, eat your heart out.
[stomach grumbles, gulps]
- [Alister chomping] Mmm.
- [clears throat]
I must say,
it's authentic.
You'd never know it wasn't real.
Oh, it's real, all right.
It's real healthy.
It's like eating
a bowl of raw vegetables.
And real inexpensive.
We could feed an entire family
for the cost of a hot dog.
But most of all,
it's real humane.
Well, you've given me
a lot to think about.
- [chuckles] And thankfully
- [stomach grumbles]
- [gulping]
- even more to write about.
[suspenseful music playing]
Rose, you all right?
- I'm [sighs in distress]
- [stomach grumbling]
- I'm fine.
- [stomach grumbles]
[gagging]
- [retching]
- [gasps]
- What have you fed us?
- [plate shatters]
[people retching and coughing]
- [laughing]
- [menacing music playing]
You did this.
[groans in pain]
Rose, Rose, Rose.
You thought you could beat me
with your revolutionary
new food product?
But bad news,
it's been recalled.
Forever tainted.
Motherfucked.
How? [groans]
How did you do it?
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
- [crashes]
- [tires screeching]
[tires screech]
[whimpering]
- [whimpering]
- [seatbelt clicks]
[engine revving]
[breathing heavily] Why, Jiro?
We had a deal.
Bob's food is not
missing the magic.
[sighs] You're both dead.
[angrily] You hear me?
I'll kill you both!
[thuds and groans in pain]
Sorry about the food trucks.
I had to make it look real.
- So did I.
- [laughs]
- Lunch?
- [in Japanese] Hai.
[Rose groans]
[whimpering]
[newscaster in English over TV]
Chef Rose,
owner of the famed restaurant,
The Farm,
unveiled her new
meat substitute, and it was
- an unmitigated disaster
- [indistinct chatter over TV]
inflicting its eaters
with food poisoning,
stomach cramps, and diarrhea.
[man coughing over TV]
- [intriguing music playing]
- [keyboard clacks]
What's your game,
Jiro from Japan?
- [truck engine whirring]
- [brakes screech]
[clanging]
[siren blaring in distance]
What's this?
This is for you.
You can sell your food from here
until you get your restaurant
back up and running
Are these bullet holes?
Hai.
Wow. Um
thank you.
I will help you fix up
the truck tomorrow.
[foreboding music playing]
They beat me, Freddie.
I'm ruined.
All because of Bob
and that fucking sushi chef.
- [tense music playing]
- [gagging]
Oh, Freddie, you're awake.
Thank God.
- [groggy, indistinct speech]
- Double cross.
You were trying to tell me
it was a double cross,
weren't you?
- [Freddie] G G
- What is it, Freddie?
- G G
- What is it?
Tell me, my love. Tell me.
- Get [gasps for breath]
- Yes?
[Freddie] Jiro!
[closing theme music playing]