Bitter Feast Page #3
For more on
this developing story,
we go to News 3's
Melissa Sanchez.
- Katherine Franks,
the wife of missing food critic
J.T. Franks,
made an emotional
televised appeal today
for any information
on her husband's whereabouts.
Can you tell us
where the police are right now
in this investigation?
- We're asking anyone
who might have seen him
to please come forward
and to contact
your local law enforcement.
- And is there anything
you would like to say
to your husband
if he's watching this?
- Jimmy,
if you're watching this,
please...
Please,
know that I'm here
and all I want to know
is that you're safe.
- Franks was last seen
leaving the midtown offices
of Gastropunks.com
on April 19th.
Anyone with information
is asked to call the
phone number on your screen.
- Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!
We've got the dinner rush!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Fire those entrees!
- Fire those entrees!
Good afternoon,
Mr. Franks.
- Okay.
You've made your point.
Look,
I'm a dick.
I understand that now.
without thinking about
the consequences
for people like you,
and it's just because
I hate myself,
and I'm sorry.
Do you hear me?
I'm sorry.
- Oh, my dear sweet Jesus,
is that good.
- Listen.
Listen to me.
Just look at me.
What do you want me to say?
- Do you like steak,
Mr. Franks?
- I've learned my lesson.
What do you want?
- Do you like steak,
Mr. Franks?
- Do you like steak,
Mr. Franks?
- Yes!
- Well, you might
be interested to know
a local farm,
pasture-raised,
grass-fed,
no drugs, no hormones.
The flavor is sublime.
How do you take yours?
- Medium rare.
- You don't say.
"June 24, 2008.
Black and Blue,
reviewed by J.T. Franks."
- Not again.
- "What is it
about medium rare
that the city's chefs
find so difficult to execute?"
- What the f***
do you want from me?
- "Season
with salt and pepper,
"3 1/2 minutes
on the grill,
"flip and repeat.
right?"
Well, calling all monkeys.
Hungry?
Well, tell you what.
I have another
of these babies
right here in the cooler.
Toss it on the grill.
Cook it just right,
medium rare,
not a flea fart
hotter or cooler.
If you can manage that,
then the steak is yours.
I grew up in these woods,
Mr. Franks,
me and my big brother,
Johnny.
Johnny was kind of
the type that would pull
the hind legs off a rat
and put it in a box
with a blind cat,
just to see what would happen,
I suppose.
He did things to me too,
mean, nasty things.
One day,
he pushed me too far.
It's amazing
the kind of rage
that can build up
in a small child.
I dug his grave
with my bare hands,
covered his body
with leaves and dirt.
No one ever looked twice at it.
It was hard on my parents,
never knowing
whether he was dead or alive.
But eventually,
many years later, they died,
and with them,
the pain was resolved.
There are two classes of men
in this world,
Mr. Franks.
One who create
and add something to
the collective human experience.
And those who destroy,
who lurk in the shadows
and wait for saps like me
to come along
and collapse
so they can poke me
with sticks
until I beg for mercy.
There will always be
these two classes of men,
and they should be enemies.
seeks to destroy existence.
And your steak
is overcooked.
Why?
- What?
- Why?
- What, Mr. Franks?
I can't hear you.
If you're going to speak,
then speak up!
- Ah!
- That's right, Mr. Franks.
That's right.
After all,
we're just animals.
There will be a special reward
for you after this.
For he's
a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
which nobody can deny
- Whoo!
- Bravo.
Ah, listen, they say
they say that all good things
must come to an end,
and despite all the headaches,
this show
was very good indeed.
- Too good.
- Too good.
Too good, absolutely.
To Peter and Peg.
We didn't always see
eye to eye,
but there's nobody
I respect more.
Salute.
Salute.
- Cheers.
- Cheers, guys.
- Thanks.
Well done, well done.
- What are you doing in here?
- The door was open.
You know,
I had to wear makeup once,
back in my cop days.
Did this, uh,
public service announcement,
little thing
on domestic violence.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Coley?
Is there something
that I can help you with?
- There's no need to be rude,
Mr. Grey.
- I'm sorry.
It's just that
I have an important meeting
I have to attend.
- Oh, really?
'Cause it seemed to me
that you are on
a bit of a losing streak,
you know, what with
the restaurant and the show.
- That which does not kill me
only makes me stronger.
- Well, you must be pretty
damn strong at this point.
What happened to your hand?
- I burned it.
- Mm.
So I've been doing
a little digging.
It's a terrible tragedy
with your brother.
Yeah, in that regard,
you and J.T. Franks
have a lot in common.
- Oh?
- Yeah, his son died
two years ago.
Leukemia.
- Well,
that's a very sad story.
I didn't even know
he had a wife.
- Yeah,
a real nice lady.
It's a funny thing, though.
She's convinced
that Franks has run off,
you know, that he doesn't want
to be found.
I mean,
I don't believe it.
See, I got these
superhuman nostrils.
I can smell bullshit
a mile off.
How'd you burn your hand?
- Cooking.
- Cooking what?
- Souffl.
- What kind?
- Cheese.
- Was it good?
- Delicious.
- Okay.
You...
you take care of that hand.
Looks serious.
- Cheese souffl, Mr. Grey.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna get you
out of here.
Gonna get you
out of here.
I need something
for that chain.
I'll be right back.
I promise.
- No!
No, no, no, no!
- Hello?
No!
- He's dead.
He's dead.
Go on,
you f***ing coward.
Coward.
Come on!
Come on!
- No one can save you now,
Mr. Franks.
Open raviolo with wild rabbit
and red mulberry ragout and...
open raviolo with wild rabbit
and red mulberry ragout.
May 19, 2009.
"Feast reviewed
by J.T. Franks."
Who am I kidding?
I don't need the paper
to remember this one.
"Silly.
"That's the only word
that could characterize
"Peter Grey's open raviolo
with wild rabbit
"and red mulberry ragout.
"How else
to describe a dish
sweetened with the very berries
"as a happy creature
in the wild.
"L was left wondering
"what horrible sin
did Mr. Bunny commit
"that he should have to suffer
"such a twisted
and Dante-esque fate.
"And who does Peter Grey think
would actually believe
"such culinary balderdash?
"Note to Peter Grey:
"J.T. Franks knows
frozen Chilean mulberries
when he tastes them."
Two preparations,
identical in every way
except that with one,
I have substituted
Atropa belladonna,
or deadly nightshade,
for the red mulberries.
Consumption of two to five
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