"Kennedy, let it go.""I'm being nice. I'm asking for a manager. That's nice.""Jasmine, table six needs coffee. I'm the manager on shift. What happened?""She ruined my bag. I'd like her fired, please.""It's water. It'll dry. I'm sorry it happened.""Did I ask if it would dry?""No.""She's not getting fired over a glass of water.""Fine. For your trouble. Split it with her. Go on. Pick it up.""No.""It's more than you make in a week.""Probably. It's still on the floor.""Wow. You'd rather be broke than polite.""Kennedy.""Dad!""I said five minutes. That was twenty minutes ago. What is this?""The waitress poured water on my bag, and this one—""I was at the door. I heard you. Pick it up.""Dad, someone's filming!""Go wait in the car.""Her table?""And for the trouble?""The table's 62.40.""Please. Put that away, Mr. Hale. She never touched it. It's paid for.""I'm fine. Thank you.""I don't throw food out. Eat it or give it to someone.""Can we go?""Dad? Dad!""Forget something?""There's something in the crust. Brown butter... and black pepper.""Pepper?""Most people don't notice.""Who taught you that?""Why?""Please, who taught you?""My mother.""What's her name?""Why do you need my mother's name?""Loretta. Loretta Carter.""How do you know that? Is she here? Does she still cook?""She's not— That's not your business, Mr. Hale.""You're right. I'm sorry.""Your daughter's waiting.""I know.""I think you should go.""The pepper... Did she ever tell you where it came from?""No.""Who was that?""I don't know.""Loretta Carter, around 50. She used to cook. Find out where she is.""Of course, sir. It may take a few hours.""Then take a few hours. Call me tonight.""Dad, your hand... Who's Loretta Carter?""Someone I used to work with.""You made me crawl on the floor on camera, and now you're shaking over a dessert?""Kennedy.""We're late. Grandma's going to ask where we were.""Then tell her the truth: you were cruel to a waitress. Go in. Tell Grandma I'll be late.""Late for what? Who's in the hospital?""Kennedy, go in.""I had your cobbler today. You still put the pepper in.""I never stopped. You got old.""So did you.""I have an excuse.""It's flat. It needs something.""That's for steak.""Trust me. Don't tell anyone. It's ours.""You left, Loretta. No note, no number. I looked for a year.""It was a long time ago.""That's not an answer.""It's the one I have.""Your daughter... how old is she?""Mom, they were out of the green grapes, so I got— What are you doing here?""Mom, who is he?""Loretta...""Naomi, this is Marcus. We cooked together a long time ago. He came into the diner today. He tasted the cobbler and asked for your name. He's your father.""You told me you didn't know where he was.""I didn't.""You knew his name.""Yes.""Why didn't you tell me?""I was 22. I was scared.""Scared of what?""Not tonight, Marcus.""I would have—""You were sleeping on a friend's couch. You would have what?"