It's Cooked — Episode 3

I lay there for two hours after Kane left, not because I couldn't move, because I had nowhere to go Three days, no money, no phone, no one The world has no flavor, not even the bad parts I stand in a cloud of frying garlic and sesame oil, and I get nothing Just warm air How long since you ate? Two days, maybe three Eat Those hands Show me Five years since I held a blade My hand remembers Forty years I've been cutting vegetables I've never cut one this thin in my life Can you taste anything? Anything at all? Nothing Not for five years Maybe never again A chef who can't taste is a plane with no pilot I'm sorry, kid