Get Jiro! (2026) s01e07 Episode Script

Free our chefs!
He doesn't deserve it!
Release him at once!
Can we help you?
Cynda Lynn, detective with
the City of Angels Health Department.
I have an appointment to see the warden.
And see him you shall.
Welcome to my Cathedral to Justice.
Welcome to
Butcher's Block Correctional Facility.
Impressive.
Can you take me to see my suspect now?
I would be ding-dang-delighted.
Right this way.
I apologize for the hostilities outside.
We're executing a very
dangerous prisoner today.
In fact, we just did it.
You see, I prefer poisoning their food
to using lethal injection.
Why is that?
Because food is the ultimate comfort.
Of course, it takes them
about 20 more minutes to die,
but it just feels more humane, you know.
The panopticon layout was my own design.
That allows me a godlike view
of the entire prison.
Every inch of the facility is automated
and under my control in the watchtower.
My own design.
- Did I mention that?
- Twice.
I find exercise keeps the inmates docile,
and believe you me,
these are the worst of the worst.
Thieves, murderers, tax evaders.
You name them, we got them.
Including your boy here, Gyro.
It's Jiro.
And I'd like to speak to him. Alone.
Of course.
Well, good luck getting him to talk.
He's a quiet little fella.
Jiro. I
- How are you?
- Busy.
Hey, I have something for you, from Cam.
Of course, I had to, you know,
take out all the lock picks
she baked into it,
but the gesture was sweet.
Look.
Cam isn't the only one
who sees you as a hero.
And I never did get a chance
to thank you for saving my life
that night at the safe house.
You saved mine.
Debt paid.
You know, the more I dig,
the more corruption I uncover
in my department, in the city.
Bob and Rose should be
rotting in this cell.
Not you.
I know you're after a bigger fish
than Bob and Rose.
Give me something, a name,
anything I can use to get you out of here.
- You have to trust me.
- I can't.
I am a curse on those who get near me.
I bring only misery and death.
That's not true.
You lit a spark in Maria.
She's out organizing,
giving voice to the Outer Ring.
All I did was paint a target on her.
Never should have gotten involved.
What I must do,
I must do alone.
Well, then there's nothing
I can do to help you.
You want to waste away in here,
be my guest.
Warden!
Yes, ma'am.
I'm done here.
You get what you came for?
The opposite.
Just more walls and even more questions.
Outside confections?
That's contraband in these parts.
Mind, body and soul.
I keep the prisoners
on a strict nutritious diet
- of my own
- Design?
Here. It's all yours.
All right.
Listen, Jiro is a key witness
to an ongoing investigation.
I need to know he'll be safe in here.
Despite all the wild ruckus outside,
I assure you,
everything inside
is under my purview and control.
I am this prison's guard
and it my kingdom.
Just watch out for him, okay?
Ah! Look who it is.
About time.
I'm hungry enough,
I could eat this motherfucker for lunch.
He ain't kidding.
He was sizing me up like a T-bone.
Hey, you got any pineapple in this bitch?
White pepper powder!
Sesame oil.
I got you, chef.
- Soy sauce.
- Yes, chef.
Garlic.
Coming your way, Chef.
You dice the garlic or use full cloves?
Inquiring minds would like to know.
Alister? The food critic?
What are you doing here?
As a critic, I've known hundreds of chefs
who should have been jailed for the slop
they passed off as a meal.
You are not one of them, Jiro.
On behalf of the larger culinary world,
I am here to get you back in the kitchen.
Now come on. There's not much time.
I'm not ready to leave.
- Not yet.
- What?
Are you kidding me?
Hey, look. Sorry, big fan.
I once described your nigiri
as a transformative outlier
in an LA sea of sushi mediocrity.
But now is not the time to meander.
I mean, we are going to be
discovered at any moment.
Before my very eyes.
Such an open act of defiance in my house!
Look at him, smug little kitchen rat,
high on the power
his kind amassed since The Unraveling.
But I see these chefs for what
they really are. False idols.
Golden calves in the form of men
who would grill them.
And what do we do to sinful
atrocities such as these?
We break them.
Amen, brother.
An example must be made.
I want you to paint my walls
with their blood.
Spill their teeth across my floors.
Sir, yes, sir.
You will be my hand, my wrath incarnate.
Go!
On me. Move out.
You.
Go. Flee.
I do not need your help.
I told you, I am not leaving
this prison without you.
Then I relieve myself
of any responsibility
for the pain you are about to endure.
Wait, what?
Back in your cell, inmate.
There's no way through.
I see one way.
Attention, inmates.
Should you see a sushi man wander by,
do not let him fill you with false hope.
You are exactly where you belong.
This agitator
has forgotten all of what
your dear warden has given you.
A warm bed,
ample yard time, three meals a day
of the finest nutrient paste
federal money can buy.
But most importantly,
I have brought you closer to God.
I am his conduit.
I have steered you
from your violent natures,
your carnal desires,
even the dark temptations of your bellies.
So when one of you
rejects my benevolence,
you are, in fact,
rejecting the Lord himself.
And now, my congregation,
please join me as we unite in prayer.
The only food my body shall crave
is the nourishment of my soul.
Anything more than sustenance
is sacrilege.
May God forgive me
for every nibble, every bite,
every crumb that distracted me
from his divine grace.
Amen.
We're trapped.
Why did you lead us down here?
I had an escape route ready to go.
An egg? You came all the way
back here for an egg?
For the ramen.
Adds both flavor and texture.
Take a look around you.
You're trapped, outnumbered and outgunned.
Welcome to the hurt box, inmate.
And here I thought this was a kitchen.
Heh. Missed.
The backup generator
will be up in 20 seconds.
Hold the room!
Over there!
Find him!
To your six.
What was that?
You two! By me.
I've got him.
Jiro!
Jiro!
Did you see that?
I told you, we make a great team.
Let's go, inmate.
You and me!
Jiro, catch!
Enough with your meal.
You can have all the ramen
you want on the outside.
We have to leave now.
When I begin a meal,
I always plan to finish it.
What is wrong with you?
Since my arrival
at this prison, I have been
systematically testing
the weaknesses of my cell,
memorizing guard patterns,
identifying all security cameras
and blind spots.
I had worked out
12 different escape plans.
But your sudden appearance
has ruined all but one.
On the outside,
I began a quest for revenge.
And like this ramen,
I intend to complete it.
Good evening, my faithful flock.
God has beseeched thee
with a glorious opportunity
for repentance.
I offer a reduced sentence in exchange for
whomever brings me the devil's spawn
they call Jiro.
Your salvation awaits in the kitchen.
Good hunting, my children.
Do you smell that?
Yeah, rice.
No, not rice.
Gas. Don't open that door.
I can't believe that worked.
You finished your ramen. Let's go.
Not before it's served.
You've got to be kidding me.
Hmm.
Where are we going now?
Up.
Can you please explain your plan?
If we're gonna survive this,
you need to trust me.
My plan is to go up.
Damn it! I risked my life for you.
Why? Why do this for a stranger?
Reinforcements are on their way.
Redemption does not wait for you,
Jyro.
I've trained my eye to recognize a demon
when I see one,
and that evil must be purged.
Before The Unraveling, I was the pastor
of a prosperous Mega Church.
People used to go to brunch after service,
but then they just started
skipping right to it.
Gluttony took them.
Kitchens became the new altars.
Menus replaced Scripture.
Maitre d' stands the new pulpits.
But I did not lose my faith.
God asks us to serve in many ways.
Instead of his mouth, I became his fist.
Punishing those that stray from the path.
And your punishment has just begun.
You will spend an eternity here,
as I humble you before
Buddhists believe there is more to gain
from silence than sermons.
I tend to agree.
My, my hands, my hands.
They, they broke my hands.
Help, please help me.
Help!
Behind, behind. Coming down past behind.
I don't belong here.
Let me out of here. Please!
Do you have any food?
Just a little bit of food, I want that.
I can smell it. Short ribs.
Huh? Hey, these aren't killers.
There's gotta be, like,
ten Diamond Menu Awards
between these four cells alone.
What is this place?
Chef's Row.
That card you have is now useless.
I can override all
the security parameters in here.
Everywhere is a cell if I want it to be.
Go! Run!
Okay.
What's behind this door?
An old friend.
This is all pointless.
Go back to your cell.
The prisoner already ingested the poison.
He's all but dead.
Okay, stop.
We can talk about this.
Okay. Okay.
Jesus, I'll
Jean-Claude.
Ji-Jiro.
I have ran countless scenarios in my mind,
but could never find a way to save you.
I have failed you.
Like I have failed so many others.
The actions that led me
to this fate are my own.
What did they serve you?
Overcooked chicken, undercooked rice.
Didn't even bother trying the dessert.
No one should die with
a bad taste in their mouth.
I made you something.
You're welcome.
I'm sorry, Jiro.
You asked me earlier
why I risked my life to save you.
It was your sushi.
When I tasted it, I felt a connection,
like, I could read your entire life story
through your cuisine.
And
even though I almost died eating it,
I felt more alive
than I had in years.
And whether that kinship was real or not,
your cooking made me feel
like I was a part of something,
something worth saving.
I
understand.
This man passed his knowledge on to me.
Taught me to cook an impossible meal.
I wanted to repay him before he died.
Now we can leave.
How?
We're locked in.
No. The doors can be overridden
by fingerprint scans from prison staff.
You think I'm gonna help you scum escape?
Over my dead body.
We don't need your body.
Not all of it.
We're cool.
We're cool.
Or we can just use this.
Why do you have that?
Well, I was thinking ahead.
Let's go.
Okay, come on.
If we can get to the loading dock,
we can use the finger to escape.
Then we take the quickest route.
We go down.
Oh, shit.
Okay, okay.
Just over there.
We're home free.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
That's far enough.
We have escaped your cages.
We have evaded your traps.
We have killed your men.
And now we will be exiting your prison
together.
Whoo-whee!
Everything gone cattywampus now.
You see that, Jiro?
That's what happens when
you put your faith in people
instead of a higher power.
People will always let you down.
We'll find your cowardly pal later.
But now, before you receive
penance for your sins,
I'd like to offer you
a final chance to beg for mercy.
A very generous offer I must decline.
You will submit to me.
Now, I promised that cop
I'd keep you alive.
See, there are plenty of painful places
a man can be shot without dying.
How those bullets got there,
well, we'll just tell her
it was divine intervention. An act of
God.
- I
- Doubted me?
owe you my freedom.
I told you, we make a great team.
Now let's get out of here before
the reinforcements arrive.
Quick, get in the back.
Alister?
Alister!
Settle in, Jiro.
You're about to cook
the meal of your life.