Original subtitles

Excuse me, 49th Street?

Uh, that train over there?

You're gonna go a few stops...

- No speak English. - Oh...

49th Street? The Grill. Broadway.

You ever see a body?

This is the heart.

Right here. Times Square.

You go look at it, what is Times Square?

Uh... The Grill?

Time has no squares in it,

but time does have a surface,

and as you circulate yourself.

So each time you walk around here

you can see somebody that's not a square.

I know I'm not.

Life in Times Square is not just about living here.

It's about the extravagant part

about knowing that you're

a real New Yorker.

Now, you can think about it.

There's one square, one block.

Every different block

has somebody sitting on it, though.

See, I'm just one of the fortunate who God knew

where his square was.

Not to be in a cinder block, cell block, prison block.

But to be in a block where I'm not blocking life.

It's all about what you wanna be out of life.

When you're not thinking about being a square.

So, you gotta wonder,

what is Times Square about?

Is it about the people?

The euphoric life we got?

Or the illumination?

But the funny thing is everybody doesn't realize.

You've already been here.

That's why they call it Times Square.

You circulate around time,

you never realize there's no corners.

You just know that there's a corner

that you're gonna come to.

Every point of life has a corner.

It's just the angle that you don't know

which way you're going.

Remember what I told you. Time's inevitable.

Thank you.

Hello. The Grill?

The Grill?

The Grill? You're looking for The Grill?

Girl, you're right in front of it.

- Come on, girl! - Yeah!

Morning!

To get in?

It's closed. Closed.

To get in? How do I get in?

Left.

Around back.

- Back? - Around back.

Argh!

Excuse me, is this The Grill?

Wha... What?

Is this The Grill?

Yeah, here. The Grill.

I'm here about a job. Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

- Pedro? - Pedro Ruiz.

Are you friends with Pedro?

If I had to put money on it,

I'd say Pedro ain't in yet.

What time is your appointment?

Work? You came for work, right?

Work, yes. Work.

Come on.

Okay, you wait here,

and someone will see you soon, okay?

Here.

Thanks.

- My name is Nonzo. - Estela.

Estela?

That's a beautiful name.

Ever heard of the song Stella by Starlight?

♪ Have you seen Stella by starlight? ♪

♪ With the moon in her... ♪

No?

Alas!

♪ That's Stella by starlight, ♪

♪ raptures so rare... ♪

Hey...

Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

Pardon?

I was just asking if you know Pedro Ruiz.

Oh, no.

I don't work here.

Not yet, anyway.

What time's your appointment?

No, I don't have one.

I was told to come here, is all.

Thing is, they won't see you

without an appointment.

Yes?

Uh, I have an appointment for an interview

at nine for front of house.

Ok, so I got a...

Citlali Posadas at 8:30 and a Laura Arias at 9:00.

Yeah, I'm Laura.

So let's start with you, Citlali.

Are you coming?

Grab a seat.

Okay,

Citlali... Where are--? Here you are.

I got your form right here, that's great.

You wanna work

Back of the House, that's good.

Ok. So, what's your age? You didn't fill in your age.

Mm?

Mm?

Your age is mhm?

Age?

I'm twenty. Well... almost twenty.

Well, which is it?

You know, you can't work here unless you're legal age.

What's that?

Legal age? Twenty-one. So, how about that?

- Sucks. - I know, right?

Sucks for you. Your loss.

You're a feisty one, huh?

Oh, shit.

I like that. I like that.

So, Citlali Posadas...

Do you have any experience working the line?

Yeah, I spent two years cooking at Sanborns.

Sanborns?

Shit.

We got a fucking 3-star Michelin Chef over here.

Goddamn. OK.

You got a boyfriend, Citlali?

You're very pretty.

Relax, I'm joking!

All right, your SSN.

Social Security Number.

Pedro said you're hiring.

- Pedro? - Pedro Ruiz.

- You know him? - He's my bro!

Of course! Why didn't you open with that, mija?

Any friend of Pedro's is a friend of mine.

Okay, listen up. I'll tell you what.

I'll let you get your SSN,

and bring it over later.

There's a locutory over on 49th Street.

They sell them, 50 bucks.

The others will tell you how.

There's just one thing, though.

Luis, got a minute?

Not really.

- We've got a problem. - Okay...

- Privately. - She can't understand, man.

I think I'm missing $800 from one of the registers.

- You think or you're missing? - I'm completely sure.

I counted again with Trisha, scanned the logs,

checked receipts.

You haven't told Mr. Rashid, have you?

Hello?

Yes. Good morning, sir.

Yes. He literally just-- Yes, sir.

Why the fuck didn't you come to me first?

He's my boss.

All right, let's have a look.

- - What's up? - - About what?

- Omar said come and see you. - Not now.

That's fucking great.

- Luis? - It's only about

- the soda machine. - Yeah.

Cherry Coke's fucked again.

Somebody broke the fucking thing.

I know. Somebody's getting ducked.

I didn't break

- the fucking thing. - Luis?

I had nothing to do with it.

I'm not getting-- I'll come get you later.

Luis.

I didn't break the fucking thing.

I'll come get you later, Samira.

- I had nothing to do with it. - Rashid!

Oh, and there's a woman

asking for you.

Take Citlali to the dressing rooms,

show her how to get started.

And the lady outside too.

Ms. Arias 'cause she's starting today.

What am I, fucking tourist guide?

When you talk to me that way, it hurts me.

Samira will show you where to start.

Welcome to The Grill.

Excuse me,

- I'm here to interview. - You got an appointment?

I'm a little late because

I got lost in the subway.

I can't help you, sweetie.

Sorry.

This is very disappointing.

I know. I feel the same way. 800 bucks!

No. I mean you not coming to me first.

We could have sorted this out without bothering the man.

Now I'll look like a...

- Like a... Like a... - Fool!

Fuck!

Good morning.

Please, close door.

Sabotage.

That's what this is. Sabotage.

So. I look through the logs. And, yes,

it looks like we have thief in The Grill.

It's a shame.

It is a shame, I agree.

I would also be ashamed.

If I was Manager and this happen on my watch.

So it looks like this happened

at close of night shift?

That's right.

So,

this is registers one and two.

Registers three and four.

And...

registers five and six.

Register five is...

$823.78 short.

Here. Take my money.

Come on, take it!

Throw it in the trash, give it away in Times Square.

It's all the same to you, no?

No, sir. No.

Now we have to handle it.

I'm not calling the police over 800 dollars.

Too many people with too much to lose out there.

I want a confession

in the thief's own words.

I want him to admit, he stole from me.

Then, we'll let him go quiet, pay him for the day.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Ratón!

Good morning, Mr. Rashid.

Ratón, you...

You work last night shift?

Yes, sir.

Did you see who stayed to close?

No, sir. I leave before.

I don't know.

You want me find out?

- Ratón! - Yes, sir?

Answer me this...

If you have only one match,

and you walk into a dark, cold room

where there is a fireplace,

a lamp of oil and a candle.

Which do you, light first?

Fireplace, lamp of oil, or candle?

Just think about it.

Ames, Ames,

are you ready for Kokie's tonight?

Oh my god, I'm so ready for Kokie's .

Hey, thanks for not snitching.

For not telling on me, I mean. Thank you.

I don't like lies.

My mom lied, said she was fine.

Now she's riddled with cancer.

So, you know...

Hey, Samira, what happened last night?

Pedro and Max.

I don't know, they fight.

Pedro is a fucking idiot. He just--

Hey! Motherfucker!

That motherfucker!

Jesus!

But the fight! Why'd they fight?

Pedro push Max. He fall.

So Max slaps Pedro in the face.

He gave him a cut with his ring.

It was an accident.

Then Pedro grabs the knife, everybody runs to stop them.

- The end. - Yeah, but why'd it start?

- You're not saying anything. - She doesn't know.

You put a man in the Line,

he has to cook the same thing over and over again.

All day long.

This shit and piss food.

What's he gonna do?

He's gonna fight.

- Am, I right, Mexican? - I'm Dominican.

Bullshit.

Max is jealous of the Mexican is what.

- Why's he jealous? - Who's jealous?

Hey, bitch.

We were asking why Pedro

pulled a knife on Max yesterday, you know?

- Yeah, why, Jules? You know. - You know.

Max just ain't over Julia yet.

Why don't you quit being a nosey whore

and throw me a fucking cigarette?

Do the trick!

No!

- With your hands! - Do the trick! Do the trick!

I'm not a fucking clown!

Just do it! Do it. Do it .

Do it, do it .

Pathetic.

Hey, does anyone heard from Megan?

Jules?

You're gonna cover for her tonight.

No, I can't!

I don't think she's coming. She was sick yesterday.

That's not my fucking problem.

She's bulimic.

I'm working a half-shift hosting, I can't.

Sorry, Jules. You're on the floor.

- Full shift today. - Trish, no!

I gotta do this--

I have to do this thing later today.

Do your thing in the break and come back

for the evening shift, like everyone else.

I'm gonna do it, but I'm just not sure

if I'll be able to come back after

and I promised Abe that I'd leave early...

If you can't work then go home,

I don't have time for special requests...

No, I didn't say that.

All right, then.

Hey, Mexican!

You're new Front of House, right?

- I'm Dominican. - Come with me.

Hurry up, bitches! It's ten- past!

Everyone on the floor, now!

Hello.

Hey.

How far along?

How far along are you?

We should go. We're gonna be late.

Hey, white girl... Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

- Who? - Pedro Ruiz.

Do you know where he is?

I don't know him.

...and that's just- trust me,

it's not a nice thing.

And as you also know, the protocol is I have

to interview each and every one of you.

Basically, they're saying it was somebody here.

Here it is: The Kitchen.

Not exactly.

I'm just conducting an investigation.

Hey, whatever happens...

It's only work.

So anybody knows anything at all

about this money?

Any little thing, you make sure it gets told.

- Understood? - Yes, chef.

I just wanna say, if I may, chef...

that I'm conducting an investigation--

You go when you're called. Talk to Luis.

Answer his little questions. Come right back.

Coz it's a fucked up day to be under-staffing me.

I swear to Christ.

It really is. If I may--

I just wanted to tell you all,

I'm sure it wasn't anyone from back of house and that,

- all of you... - All right,

everybody get back to work!

Everybody get back to work right now.

Yes, chef.

Hey, Mexican!

Where the fuck you went?

You know at what station you work?

We'll find you one.

- Hey, Samira! - Ouais?

What went down

between the Mexican and the American?

- Not you, too. - Come on, tell us!

- Come on! - What happened?

When gossip spreads to rats,

that's when you know we're screwed.

Come on, please tell us!

What happened?

Peterson y Jonas. You be nice to them.

Okay? Friends. Good friends.

Come on.

So, that's Nonzo over here.

He work desserts.

Stella by Starlight.

There's no work in dessert.

Dessert station full, okay?

Find another station.

Salads. Me. Only me.

That's Martin. He works pizzas.

Hello.

This is the grill station.

That's Max.

This is the new girl.

Fuck off, Samira. I don't carry dead weight.

Did I say she's working with you?

You can tell Chef I said so, too.

I don't really give a fuck!

Fuck off. And you wonder why

your woman leaving you?

Excuse you.

This is Ramírez. Sandwiches.

What about me?

What'd he say?

Liridon, frying station.

No. Full station.

Salvador, are you doing pasta, today?

That's right, pasta.

- Where you from, paisa? - From Huachinango.

So you know him? OK, good.

- She's with you today. - What? No, fuck!

What am I supposed to do with her?

Get back to work, fuckers!

Earn your wages, shitheads!

What's wrong, Pedro?

Did you fall off your bed?

Don't even start. I'm all fucked up today.

In the head?

In the soul, man, which is harder to fix.

Look, paisa.

This is the new girl. She's working with you.

What am I supposed to do with her?

That's what you get for being late.

No way, you keep her. It's Friday, keep her.

I don't need her.

Pedro, you son of a bitch.

Don't you recognize me?

Are you the daughter of "La mamá"?

Marta's, yes.

Sister of the brother?

Sergio's, yes.

- Granddaughter of...? - Of...?

Your grandma!

I'm Estela, dude.

Ramos!

Estelita.

Your mom said I should come and find you, at The Grill.

That's what she said.

Pedro will get you a job, she said.

My mother said that?

Don't you remember me?

When I was two, you and Mau

used to climb my Aunt Bibi's tree.

You'd feed me chilies and said they were candy.

You'd laugh your asses off, watching me cry.

Look.

It's from your mom.

From her house, she said.

Fuck me, did I come all this way

just to bring you cilantro?

This is the holiest hoja santa in all of Puebla.

You could've beaten it up some more.

Is this you?

Was.

GOD BLESS YOU, SON. –MOM.

Estelita.

Estelita!

So, can you cook?

Some.

Where were you before this?

Huachinango.

Dumbass, which restaurant?

Oh, the Sanborns in Puebla.

Damn, a Michelin chef!

Hey, everyone! We got a Michelin chef over here!

You can make good money here, but you gotta hustle.

Hey, Max. About yesterday...

Get the fuck away from me.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry, man.

You're sorry...

No you're not...

but you're gonna be.

Man, when someone apologizes

you have to accept it.

You pulled a knife on me and I have to accept it?

It's in the Bible.

Or the Koran?

Come on, paisa! We're breading.

- Do you know how? - Sure, dude.

What's up, Pedrito?

- Are you good, papi? - What's up, Ratoncito?

- See you in a bit. - You got it, papi.

Is it going well, isn't it?

For me?

How are you, guys?

Go, go, go, go, go.

Come on, paisa. Finish the breading.

Make sure it's nice and even. I'll go get the pasta.

Pedro!

Yes, chef.

I don't give two fucks about what happened

between you and Max.

It's all good, chef. We shook on it...

I really don't give a fuck. I'm not interested.

But listen here.

Listen carefully.

We both know you can cook, yeah?

Thanks, chef.

That makes no difference to me.

There's plenty hungry motherfuckers killing

for a job right outside here.

So, from now on I'm gonna keep a close eye on your fuckups.

Three strikes

and it's the Times Square jungle for you. Got that?

Yes, chef.

And if you ever use one of my knives again

for something other than cutting food,

I'm gonna cut your dick off with it.

Ok, chef. You are the boss.

May I help you?

Are you looking for someone?

I just cleaned that side.

I just cleaned that.

Just, leave it!

Can I help you?

Amigo!

Are you looking for someone? Do you speak English?

You new here?

No, not that new.

What's your name?

Aren't you supposed to be working?

You are a barrel

filled with laughs, aren't you?

A barrel of laughs. You say "a". A!

Ah... barrel of laughs.

Right. Right.

If we were in Mexico, you'd say...

"You had clown for breakfast".

Go on, say it.

We're not in Mexico.

It doesn't matter, say it.

"You had clown for breakfast".

I've seen you looking at me.

I'm Pedro.

I'm sorry.

- Need a hand, dude? - Thanks.

Now, what asshole C.E.O. decided everyone

should be able to eat lobster?

I mean, not everyone was meant to eat lobster

in this life, in this world. You know?

That's the saddest thing I've heard today.

Did you know they used to be considered

poor man's meat?

Less than a hundred years ago,

lobster was the chicken of the sea.

Fishermen gave lobster away to bums in the docks.

They used it as bait to catch snapper and bass, but...

just like coffee with fucking milk

started getting called a macchiato.

One day, some rich asshole decides to slum it,

eats some chicken of the sea. Calls it a delicacy.

And now, every white-trash piece-of- shit tourist

comes to New York to take his photo in Times Square

so he can show his fat family in Iowa how once he too,

could afford lobster. You follow me?

Just pray you don't live to see Chicken McNuggets

on a bed of lettuce sold for $40.

I'm Julia.

I'm glad.

How come you know so much shit?

Did you make it up?

What?

I'm not asking you to...

I know, you said, but--

Where'd you get that?

Don't worry about it.

I want you to have it. I want you to.

Just... are you sure you want to?

I mean, are you sure? Can we think about it?

I told you I'm going today. Jesus!

All right! Fine! I'll come with you.

I don't need you to come with me...

Somebody has to.

I don't want you to come with me.

I don't think it's optional.

I need you to stop opening doors for me,

and letting me walk before you and paying for shit.

I've got arms and I've got legs and I don't want--

I don't need you to come to the clinic with me. Please!

I wanted to see what it looked like

before we dump it in the trash.

- Fuck you. - Yes!

You're so fucked up!

You too!

You're not gonna get this money back.

Hello? Mom, is that you?

- Who is this? - It's me, Pedro.

Pedro, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

That's nice. Your dad's eyesight is better.

I'm glad you called.

He'll be happy you remembered his birthday.

Yeah, that's why I called.

Let's hope he recognizes you.

He's been a little...

His blood pressure shot up,

we had to take him to urgent care.

I'll put him on.

Sure, but hang on, Mom!

- Take care, son. - Mom?

I'm going to be a bit late

sending you money...

Mom?

- What's up? - Dad?

It's me... Pedro.

How are you?

What do you want?

I just wanted to...

Guess what, Dad?

I'm going to be a father.

You're going to be a grandfather again.

Dad?

That's good, son.

I'm glad to hear it.

It's a boy.

A boy.

He looks so beautiful in his mom's belly.

And, guess what? I'm going to name him José.

I want to name him José. Just like you.

That's nice.

Congratulations.

It's a fine name.

Hey, Dad?

What is it, son?

Happy birthday.

All right, then.

You don't have 800 greens I can borrow, do you?

Not just slow, but broke too.

Listen up, you animals! Get to work, shitfuckers!

Your husband's calling, Martín!

Does Luis know about this?

- Yeah. - Chef?

I can call Soda Man if you want.

That's not our job.

I don't mind, chef. I can call him.

- That's management's job. - It will be faster!

- That's management's job! - I know It's not our job,

but it will be faster.

- Chef. - What?

If you go inside a dark room with only one match,

and in this room there is a fireplace,

an oil lamp and a candle...

which one do you light first?

Fireplace, oil lamp or candle?

I don't have time for this.

Hold this.

Thanks.

All right, just tell them Cherry Coke's out.

All right.

Albanian!

What did you do with the fucking warehouse keys?

- Give me a break, man. - Hey, chill, man.

Don't be smacking shit.

You're wasting my time.

Do you have them or not, dipshit?

Yes, I got em right here.

Yeah, I got em here.

Fuck your mother!

Son of a bitch...

What's so funny, assholes?

You know what?

How 'bout that?

- What are you looking at? - Fuck your mother!

- Is that how it is? - Yeah.

Hey, Samira. Lick my balls!

Right back atcha.

Get the gesture right.

Lick my balls, asshole!

My balls in your rice.

My balls are like raspberries, juicy, fruity, what a beauty!

Balls, bollocks, balls!

Those are some blue balls!

Eat a bag of dicks.

Eat a bag of dicks?

"It'sabagadicks".

Who, me? So are you!

Moroca, Liridon send you a gift.

Fuck your mother, bullshit.

Fuck your mother with your gift.

Sanborns, you want this?

Up yours, dipshit!

Where's that massissi, by the way?

- Massissi! - Mariachi!

Mariachis, mariachis!

Samira, here's a rag. Wipe yourself off.

Watch the splash zone, dickhead!

Too much girth for you, Ramírez!

Anytime, jackass!

Subnormal, flattering, sycophants, jerks.

Fag, lout, chump!

Nitwit, fuckface, bonehead!

Simpleton, miscreant, pipsqueak!

Suck my pipsqueak!

English, motherfucker!

Speak English!

Hey, Max... hey, hey, hey.

You came to America to speak English, right?

Mhm, yes.

- Fucking speak it! - Hey, take it easy.

Max.

They're just playing, man. Calm down.

What?

Hey, Max...

Don't get your panties in a bunch.

Have another one.

Do not fuck with me.

Oh, come on.

You know what your problem is?

You've been here too long.

How long you' been here?

Seven, eight years?

That's way too long, man.

You need a change of scenery. You have to move to...

To Cancún, man!

- You and all your friends. - Enough, Pedro!

You need to head on back to your work

and shut the fuck up.

Oh...

Don't worry about my work, man.

My work is fine. My work is super fine.

That's enough, brother, let's go.

That's enough.

You know what I think your problem is?

Brown people scare you.

Boo!

You keep calling it America, but America's not a country.

Enough!

Back to work, now!

Pedro!

Pedro!

That's one.

Two more and...

you're out of my fucking kitchen!

Come on, Sanborns.

We're on chow duty.

That asshole, Max, what's his problem?

He's a piece of shit.

No.

He's a stand-up guy.

He stood up for Ratón when they almost fired him

for missing work when his wife got sick.

Max threatened to quit if they fired him.

Did you stand up for him?

Did you?

Max, was the only one.

He's a decent guy.

If he's as nice as you say,

why does he want to beat you up?

I can't say I blame him.

What's up, Pedrito?

What are you poisoning us with?

There was duck and dick,

but we're out of duck.

There was duck?

Salvador said his mom made that one.

She made a single fry?

La Cochinada, bro.

It's Salvador's mom recipe.

No wonder he left home.

Don't you feel some kind of...

any type of internal conflict

with this witch hunt about this whole money thing?

Ok, let's say you're an accountant

and you find $823.78 missing.

Let's say you find out. What do you do?

Just go Oh, what the heck!

I think...

You just say What the heck?

- Hey, Mark, Mark.... - My responsibility,

is to collect the money.

There's a whole system in place.

The receipts don't match up with the amount of money,

so that's why we're looking into it.

It's not fair, but do you think

Mark is gonna say that?

- He won't. - Never, never.

I feel...

that the way that we've been kind of like talking in here

is kind of like...

- it's you guys straight away. - Obviously.

We're just trying to have a conversation.

It's not about that, Mark.

The interview list... Is it a color gradient?

Does it go from dark to light?

From this end to that end?

Yes, my brother! Speak!

You've been interviewed, right?

Yeah, I have.

You've been interviewed, right?

Holy shit, Nonzo!

I'm sorry I'm a white male, that is the accountant,

but I am not responsible for the procedure here.

So you're coming down on the wrong guy.

At the same time, bro, the worst thing that

can happen to you if you get fired,

the worst thing that can happen to us

is we get fired and we get a ticket back home.

What would you do differently

to what's being done?

I'd blame you.

- Can we please, - Yes, chef, yes...

please stop talking about this shit?

I'm sick of this fucking shit.

And, you know damn good and well...

Never mind...

Fucking Rashid, man.

He's got a full menu here,

- yet he keeps chasing white girls. - Bullshit!

You got Blacks, here.

- Oh, Black girls. - You got Dominicans,

- Italians. - Come on, man!

What can I say?

I like gringas, I can't help it.

It's stupid, going for the gringas.

The gringa is a lot of woman, Ratón.

A whole lotta woman.

The way they look at you, like you're a fucking idiot,

and then you go and act like a fucking idiot.

It's the whiteness, Ratón.

I don't care if they say we're all equal,

all of us God's children. That's just not true.

These girls, natural-born gringas,

they're out of this world.

They're simply better, made with care.

If we're honest, if we stop lying to ourselves,

they're closer to what God first intended, man.

Those are big words.

I mean it!

They're made from quality materials,

not the fucking scraps.

Look at their skin,

it ain't rough. Their hair ain't frizzy.

They smell good.

Like fancy stores, like a brand-new car.

They can speak English, they can write it, too.

Ever noticed how nice it sounds

when these white girls speak English?

Fucking Chava, man!

Find yourself an alien, dude.

You guys don't know shit.

Pedrito, what's your take on this paisano?

He could use some tequila in his veins, huh?

- He does? - Mhm...

How come?

Because he likes gringas better than our...

You know, our...

- Our what? - Say it!

- What? - Forget it.

You can say it.

Dark skins, Indians, Totonacas,

Chichimecas, Tlaxcaltecas, Nahualas.

See? It's not a big deal.

Bullshit, man!

There's no one as a correct as a gringo, right... Luis?

Oh, sorry, Lewis.

There's nothing more Mexican

than groveling to the whites.

Just ask Moctezuma.

His lung blew out.

No, I'm just... I'm here.

Here at work. What do you mean where?

What?

Why can't I just call to see if...

Okay.

Listen, I'm not gonna... Listen!

I'm not gonna make it home earlier after all.

I... I...

Wait, baby. I...

Because I can't, Abe. I'm working.

I know. I know I did, but I can't.

Don't do that.

Don't do that, please. I...

I'm not up to... Abe.

I'm not up to...

I know I...

It's not my fault, It's not...

It's not... For fuck's sake!

They called me in today.

Did he hit on you?

Could you talk to him?

I mean, I was only here for like half a day, anyway.

He's playing detective.

There's like a bunch of money missing

There's money missing.

- from last night. - And Luis is...

He's probably having a blast.

He is having a blast.

'Cause he feels like he has some power.

I'm gonna talk to him, because it's definitely not...

Definitely, It's none of my girls.

It's fucking stupid that we have to spend like

- half an hour on... - Hey...

Can we talk?

Not now.

- Come on. I said I'm sorry. - No!

I heard you.

You're beautiful, white girl.

We'll talk later.

- Come on, we need to talk. - Dude!

She said no!

We'll talk later. I'll look for you out there.

Come on, give it back.

Come on, stop fucking around. I'm hungry!

You're not eating this shit.

I made you something.

- Me. - I told her...

Mhm...

Mhm...

You're an ugly fucker.

But you like me.

You have a tiny penis.

But you like it.

I should bring you home to meet my mother.

I have to leave right after lunch service.

Couldn't even get the night off.

For fuck's sake.

Ok. I'll take you.

Okay.

But...

- But... - But?

- I've been thinking. - Fuck that. Don't!

- Listen, please listen! - Don't think.

I don't want a baby!

I don't want a fucking baby!

You don't want a baby, or you don't want my baby?

I don't want any baby and I don't want to talk about it.

- Ever! - I just want one thing,

- please! - You said you wanted

- to get the money. - I did.

I didn't ask you to do that, so it doesn't entitle you.

I know, but listen. This isn't...

Isn't what?

Fair?

- No, no. - No, it's not.

You canna carry it?

You wanna squeeze it out of your pussy?

I know. Another cliché.

- Fuck off! - What?

What? Mexican macho?

- Yeah, exactly. - Yes, but...

No, no, no! Wait, wait!

I just want you to hear me. Just hear me!

Fuck!

I'm losing my mind!

I can't even fucking cry in Spanish, goddamnit!

Hey...

I have to cry in English,

you see?

Because you will not come to me.

I have to come to you.

Always.

You will never cross over to me.

Hey.

Hey, I'm here.

We fucked, I have your child in me.

How is that not close?

It's not.

You don't know what this is like.

You don't have to make an effort to speak.

My head hurts, everyday.

You don't have to do that.

You just get up and come and talk and go home.

Right, 'cause I just talk for my tips,

suck a little dick and go home?

- Wait. - You think your head's

the only head that hurts?

I have nothing smart to say right now.

Just that I would like you to hear

why I even consider that not stopping this child today

might be something nice worth your time.

Because, you see,

I think he can be the only nice thing

ever to come out of this place.

You don't know me.

I know that.

- No. - I do know that.

No, you don't.

You think you know, you don't.

I was married for seven months

when I was eighteen.

Started getting these attacks.

Every night, when my husband was asleep, I'd wake up...

cold fear climbing through my body like...

ants...

taking over the whole of me.

From my toes,

my legs,

to my...

pussy, to my tummy,

y tits, up my neck,

Till my head would catch fire just...

a fucking bottomless pit like...

like death

coming for me in the form of little ants climbing,

spreading, colonizing my whole body.

‘You ever felt like that?

Now, when I'm here, mid- shift or whatever,

and it gets to be too much,

I come in here

and I just stand very still.

And if you wait long enough...

You cross over to another place.

And it's like you're inside nothing.

And then you can see things shine,

like a ship in cold water.

Glaciers or some shit.

You see?

I see.

Come with me.

To Mexico.

Get out of this place.

Forever.

I know a place

so beautiful,

you can't describe it.

Tell me in Spanish.

It's called Perla Negra.

It's close to a popular beach that the hippies

and the rich kids ruined for everyone,

but my Perla Negra is still a virgin.

Nothing but black sand and jungle.

The sand shines like obsidian,

and blinds you when the sun hits.

I'll take you there, white girl.

We'll get the fuck out.

We'll cater to dumb tourists over the winter

and live off of that the rest of the year.

The kid running around naked,

speaking English to the Germans

and Spanish with his dad.

And you...

the only white girl in town.

Everybody treats you with respect.

And me, for being your man. The one who caught you.

A white girl with a deep tan.

You won't have to wait a single table ever again.

We can start over.

Nobody knows anything about us.

Nothing but respect.

And the kid... cute as hell.

Beautiful baby.

Blond, like his mom.

He is our teacher.

You love being his mother and learning from him.

And we don't owe anybody

anything.

Don't go to the clinic after lunch rush.

Not today.

Let's just go for... a walk in the Park.

We take some bread

and feed the ducks or something.

There's no ducks. The lake's frozen, dummy.

Wait for me outside after lunch rush.

Ok?

Okay?

Say you'll wait for me.

Say it.

I'll wait for you.

Back to work, shitheads!

Where have you been? I missed you.

What's this, Sanborns? You're not done yet?

Carry on, carry on.

Please don't pay attention.

I'm not being here, right?

New cook!

Are you new here?

Yes.

It's hot in here, no?

Yes, very.

Never mind that.

I pay you well, you do good work for me. Ok?

Yes.

Pedro here, he's been uh...

- working here for two...? - Three.

- Three. - Three years.

Three years.

Sometime soon, ok?

We help Pedro with the papers?

Get him legal. Ok?

Yes, of course. That would be...

You keep up the good work.

Yeah.

New cook!

Answer me this:

If you have only one match

and you walk into a cold, dark room

where there is a fireplace,

a lamp of oil

and a candle...

Which one do you light first?

The candle.

The match.

The match! You get it?

The match!

The match, he said.

You light the match.

Carry on, please.

Oh, the match.

All right, people: service is open!

Yes, chef!

You found who took my money?

Getting close.

Two sesame fried calamari!

One shrimp of oyster po'boy!

Two sesame fried calamari, Chef!

Two classics, medium. Three mushroom bacon burgers.

Two classics, three mushrooms coming, chef!

Let's go!

Working, six Philly!

I need four fish with chips,

one order of buffalo wings!

Four fish with chips, one order of wings!

Tortellini and meatballs for two!

Tortellini working, chef! For two!

One order mussles, three-chicken curry coming.

One order of mussels,

three roasted curry chicken.

House green salad for two!

Two house green salads!

Fish and chips with an extra order of fries,

three Margherita pizzas!

Fish and chips plus order of fries!

Three Margherita pizzas coming up, Chef!

Give me two fish and chips!

Two fish and chips, Chef!

Are these my tortellini?

Yes! Wanna go dancing tonight?

You and me? My treat.

I need my tortellini!

I'll show you a good time, white girl.

No habla español.

- Salvador! - Yes, chef!

Tortellini and meatballs for three!

Working!

Two chickens noodle soup!

- Is that mine? - Yeah.

Rice with pork!

Cheeseburger for four!

Can I ask you something?

- Can I get my food? - Why Pedro?

Three surf and turf, and four classics!

Food!

Three surf and turf, and four classics!

- Two shrimp pastas! - Almost done.

It's coming up.

Is the po' boy ready?

Just one second, you only just ordered it.

Here you go, white girl. One on the pass.

Fuck!

Can I grab my fish and chips?

This is mine, baby girl.

I'm missing my fish and chips for two.

He can't hear you.

Fish and chips for two!

Come back when you got a fucking voice!

Three Margherita pizzas and one Caprese salad!

What are you doing here?

Get out of here! You didn't prep your marinara?

Three Margherita pizzas coming up, Chef!

This is missing pasta!

What are we, a five-dollar strip club?

You wanna send out some naked veal?

Dress that shit up now!

Yes, chef!

Plate the fucking pasta, for fuck's sake!

Are these mine?

Yes, tortellini.

You want fries with that shake?

Damn, girl!

You sure like 'em white girls.

You can't hog 'em all.

My chicken Marsala order is ready?

The creamy chicken!

The creamy Marsala!

We're talking about something important!

- I'll be right back. - Learn some manners.

I need my curry chicken!

Pedro, we're running out of chicken.

Cold storage. Move it.

Cold storage! Run!

Fuck!

Where's cold storage?

Move!

Where's the chicken, Martín?

Back there, hustle!

Hey! Look where the fuck you' goin'!

I'm behind you!

Hey, is that Mexican harassing you?

No!

It's nothing, don't worry about it.

We can file a complaint with Luis.

No, come on! You're crazy!

- Shit! - No!

Not Cherry Coke!

I told you no Cherry Coke!

Chef! Chef!

- Complaints about the pizza. - What?

The pizza's undercooked.

Martin!

Goddamnit! Fuckin pizza's undercooked again!

It's not possible, chef.

It's fucking possible. Fix it!

You got that cheesecake for me, Nonzi?

Oh, I've been waiting for you all winter, baby.

Thank you.

Hey, gorgeous!

- What? - You know what

Rashid said to me today?

- What? - He said he's gonna

help me with my papers.

- Get legal. - Shut up!

- He said that? - He said that!

It's gonna happen this time.

Come here!

One classic comb!

Coming up!

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy birthday Happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Uh!

Cherry Coke?

Enjoy.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

What are you doing?

I don't know, I have to put the...

What are you trying to order?

Ahm, this.

Are you guys, uh... Do you know what you want?

Oh, yes!

I think we all agreed on the white pizza, right?

I'm not making a scene, Becky.

I'm just trying to get us our fucking food!

Yes? I'm talking to you!

Yeah?

- I didn't order this. - Oh...

They've been waiting for 20 minutes for their food.

It's the chicken Marsala?

Yes! It's the fucking chicken Marsala!

- Okay. - Please!

- Two broccoli soups. - Two broccoli soups!

Come on, hurry up.

- Chef! - What?

Can somebody fix that fucking thing?

Somebody's gonna slip.

Management's job. Is not my problem.

Not your problem? Unbelievable!

I told you bitches, no fucking Cherry Coke!

Two Cesar salads!

Hey! Don't yell at her like that!

Where the fuck do you think you are?

Come back here when you get some manners.

Give me some of that.

Look where you're going!

What the fuck are you doing, Ratón?

We'll have to do them again, we're trying to work here!

Your job is to wash dishes.

All you do is eat, eat, eat!

Fucking lowlife!

Learn your place, asshole.

My roasted Marsala ready?

Be careful!

Where the fuck were you?

I was getting your chicken!

All the way from Huachinango?

My chicken Marsala, please!

What?

My three-chicken Marsala.

You speak Spanish, right?

We serve in Spanish here.

Three-chicken Marsala!

When did you order them?

Twenty minutes ago.

You were singing with that other guy!

- Bullshit, come back in five. - Of course I did!

You can't just stand there and watch me work!

I'm staying here.

"I'm staying here".

"I'm staying here".

Excuse me, I need to talk to you.

Oh, yeah! Fuck, yeah.

Thanks, buddy.

Come on! Let's go!

Chef! Chef!

Twenty minutes ago, Laura ordered

three Marsalas from Pedro

they're not ready and the customers complained.

Pedro! What's this I'm hearing about a late fucking order?

She's lying, chef. She didn't order anything.

I don't wanna hear it, all right?

Where's the goddamn food?

It's here! It's ready!

One chicken,

two chickens,

three-chicken.

What's the fucking problem?

We're all happy now?

Come on, get it out!

- Are you happy? - Shut up.

Fucking asshole.

Agr!

Pay attention, mami!

Let's go! Go, go, go!

I can't work like this!

This is ridiculous!

You're too old, sweetie!

- Too old and too dumb! - Shut up, jerk!

This is a young person's job. Go home!

Pedro, for fuck's sake!

I'm just teasing her, chef.

Come on, we could all use some cheering up.

- Come on! - It's Friday. It's fucked.

Do the Spanish Spangled Banner thing, chef.

Come on, for your crew.

That's enough, man. Come on!

Hey, we're going on strike until Chef sings the anthem.

- Anthem! Anthem! - Fuck, yeah!

Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem!

♪ Oh, say can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ And the red glare of rockets, ♪

♪ The bombs bursting in air... ♪

♪ Gave proof through the night That our flag ♪

♪ Was still there. ♪

♪ Oh, say does that star-spangled ♪

♪ Banner yet wave ♪

♪ O'er the land of the free ♪

♪ And the home of the brave? ♪

Hey! Hey!

Wait for me outside, okay?

The Park. Lake. Ducks.

There are no ducks.

Oh, shit. That's right.

Come here. Come here.

Back to work, shitheads!

Hey, Sanborns! You burned it!

You burned the chicken! Get it together.

I need you to get those plates out of there.

Get your act together!

Come on!

Can you hear me?

- Hurry up! - Don't just stand there!

Snap out of it! What are you doing, Sanborns?

The orders are piling up!

Out of my way, slag!

No, no, no! That's my cutting board.

Get one from the warehouse. The warehouse!

A little humanity now and then wouldn't hurt!

Share it!

Are you praying, Mexican?

He can't hear you.

It's his lunch break.

Yeah, no. He never answers anyway.

Hey, share it!

Come on.

And one for the road.

Hey, Casablanca...

Help a brother out.

Enough "share it"!

Fucking Mexicans, all the time "share it". What?

I look like Salvation Army?

Hey, Casablanca, don't be like that.

Your things are not really your things. Come on.

Just the one.

Thanks, cutie.

So...

The logs.

They say that yesterday you worked the evening shift

and you worked Till number 4. Right?

The thing is I've been made privy to some information

that makes me be...

Okay?

Not so sure it wasn't you.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

And I would like to be sure it wasn't you.

I know that earlier this week

you were asking around

to borrow money for an abortion.

And that the amount that you were asking for

was very close to the amount of money

that was taken from Till number 4 yesterday.

- Suspiciously close. - Who told you that?

That's my private life. You don't get to just...

Fuck you!

Be nice, now.

I didn't take the fucking money.

Yeah, thanks. But that's no proof.

Well, I didn't.

Okay, then, where did you get it?

None of your business.

The guy who knocked you up?

None of your fucking business!

Pedro knocked you up, huh?

Oh, Julia! Fuck!

You're doing the right thing though!

What?

Sit down. We're not done here.

So, you can either talk to me or you can talk to the cops.

It's up to you.

I swear I'm about done with this place.

As soon as I get my papers in order,

"bye, motherfuckers".

What are you complaining for?

It's the same thing everywhere else.

You come in, you talk to people,

You think you are going to be friends all life.

And then you go away.

You never call them again.

It's the same thing with being tired,

you won't remember being tired

after you leave this place.

You can be pretty

clever sometimes, Ratoncito.

Try this on.

Clever guy, clever guy.

Clever guy.

Clever guy, clever guy.

Clever guy, clever guy.

Cut it out, man.

- Pedro! - Clever guy!

Pedro!

Pedro!

Quit it!

- Clever guy! - For fuck's sake!

Fuck!

Holy shit!

Wait, no more!

All right, no more.

Hey, bastards!

Son of a bitch!

Are you okay, man? Take it easy.

We're working here, fucking child.

Enough!

Hey, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, Ok?

I apologize if I crossed the line.

I just...

I think you're doing the right thing

not keeping it, is all.

Guy like that.

He's always looking for a way in. Any way in.

And I don't blame him.

But you don't want to be his way in. Trust me.

You don't want to have his baby

just so he can become legal.

- It's not like that. - For you, maybe.

But for him?

You know, these guys, they have a saying in the kitchen.

They say:

"You're the love of my Visa".

"You're the love of my Visa”, instead of my life.

They say that shit all the time.

Oh... I know these guys.

Like I said, I don't blame'em.

These poor bastards gambled everything to come here.

Nothing to fall back on.

I know'em 'cause my dad was them.

He never got his gringa, though.

But that's okay.

Look...

as much as I agree with you about wanting

to get rid of it,

I can't let you keep the money.

It wasn't his to give.

You don't know anything about him.

You don't know that he stole it.

I know that these guys don't walk around

with that kind of cash.

You don't know that he stole it!

Julia, I like Pedro too.

He's a fun guy.

Everybody knows that.

But he's a fucking bastard, too.

And I know you know that.

Julia, you're as smart as they come.

You figured him out.

- I don't have the money. - Come on.

- I don't have it. - He gave it to you!

Yeah.

But I used it at the clinic already. So...

Hey! Samira. Nonz.

Come here. Come here.

Do you have the...? Let me grab a couple.

Hey, do you want a beer?

Chava here is embarrassed

to tell us his dream.

Shit, man!

What? It's the truth.

Here, right now.

Right now!

We all have a chance to dream.

Come on.

Somebody tell us a dream.

Nobody's gonna laugh.

Just here between us.

Nobody else will know.

Come on.

It's all quiet.

No orders coming in on the machine.

No Rashid.

Just us here.

God gave us the chance. Just today, to share a dream.

Come on. Somebody?

You are wasting time, Mexican.

What'd she say?

So, what?

Who cares if I'm wasting my time?

I have 70 years ahead of me, I have time to spare.

Ratón, what do you see?

What do I see?

I see a little house.

A little house.

- Like a... - Like a gingerbread house?

- No? - A garage.

Yeah.

That's where I fix things.

Fix clocks, electronics.

That's a hobby, man!

I'm talking about a dream.

Nobody bothers me there.

Something more.

You want more.

I feel sorry for you, Ratón.

Chavita?

Don't make me beg.

Money.

Money, Pedrito.

When I have money, I'm a swell guy.

I'm so generous. I love the whole world.

You're an idiot.

How can you talk about money and dreams in the same breath?

Samira?

My girl.

- I dream of Martha. - Yeah, but...

she's your girl.

I mean, you have to dream of something else.

Something more.

If you knew what a pain it was to get her to go out with me.

No.

Martha.

Fuck!

All right, Nonz?

- One dream. Go. - Listen, Pedro.

I'm gonna tell you something.

A dream, just a dream.

I'm gonna tell you something.

And I'm gonna be honest with you.

Okay?

You're a pig.

I don't like you.

OK. Fuck you very much.

No, no. Let me finish. Let me finish.

You're mean. You go crazy during Rush.

You pick fights and always yelling shit.

But...

now... it's quiet.

Now we're on break.

Now I guess...

I can get to know you a little.

I still think you're a pig, but...

maybe not so much now.

Yeah, I understand.

You think people are pigs. I understand.

You wanna know what I dream about?

I dream about disappearing.

But where to? Where do you go?

Listen. I'm gonna tell you a story.

And... it's a real story. Ok?

The first of two times

people ever saw the alien ray of light

was about 100 years ago.

A man from Napoli

he came to this place by boat, like all the other wops.

Arrived at Ellis Island.

He wakes to the honk of the ship,

goes out to deck

and sees her.

The big girl with the crown and the torch.

He reads the sign:

“Give me all your tired, all your poor,

your huddled masses yearning to breathe...

All that bullshit.

He smiles. Thinks:

“It's gonna be alright”.

But in Italian.

A couple hours later

he's standing in line

inside the crowded Immigration Office.

Same as JFK now. Hours and hours. Waiting.

People in uniform yelling where to go, where not to go.

Until his turn comes.

One officer asks him the questions.

You all know the questions.

“How many family members travelling with you?”

“Have you ever thought about killing the president?”

“Do you like it up the asshole?”

“Are you willing to mow our lawns?”

The Neapolitan, he answers with the help of a translator.

Yes. Yes. No. Yes.

All is going well.

Until, suddenly, the Neapolitan sneezes.

Politely he covers his mouth. Only, instead of a hand,

he reveals: a stump.

An ugly fleshy stump,

half-wrapped in a rotting cloth,

tied together with a shoestring.

Immigration Officer realizes

this motherfucker is missing a hand.

He goes up to him and marks a big X on his chest

with a piece of chalk.

Next thing he knows, he's in a cage

full of chalk people with big chalk X's.

The rejects.

The Neapolitan, he begs the officers to let him stay.

He's a good worker.

He can work with one hand.

Twice as hard. Three times as hard.

He yells, he cries, and nobody answers.

And that's where it happens.

Among the rejects.

The Neapolitan looks around, and all he sees

are strange forms of people like he's never seen before.

Small red-skinned men

with dots inside their foreheads.

Big, black, shirtless men with tattooed faces.

A supernatural fear grabs him by the throat

and he's sure... he's sure he's about to die.

He hears a ringing inside of his ears and POOF.

His eardrums explode inside his skull.

Everything turns white.

He forgets his name, why he's here,

or what “Being” and “here” even mean.

He drags himself over to the window.

He looks out. Big clouds

just hanging over the island.

Waves just... crashing against the rocks.

And he prays.

He prays hard.

But his God does not answer.

And then...

a green ray of light splits the sky in two,

makes its way all the way down to the window

where the Neapolitan is standing.

An alien light.

For like ten seconds,

everyone sees him bathed

in this beautiful green ray of light.

It's overwhelming.

And then, the clouds cover over it.

It's gone.

But so is the Neapolitan.

He's not there.

He vanished like Houdini.

Nowhere to be found.

- Is that--? - Months later,

the Neapolitan is seen making pizza

in a joint in Bensonhurst,

where he lived for the rest of his days.

Nobody ever knew how he got there...

And well, the Neapolitan never wanted to talk about it.

About the alien ray that

crossed him over to the other side.

And he was never the same again.

He carried with him,

until the day he died,

a sadness.

Like a scar.

But,

from time to time,

he glowed.

What'd he say?

That's not a dream, my friend.

That's a fucking nightmare, whatever the fuck that means.

You told me to tell you a dream.

It's not my fault it's a nightmare.

Your turn, Pedro.

We're waiting for your dream.

Me?

Yeah, asshole. You're up.

Yeah, here's the United Nations

General Assembly! Right?

You have Morocco, Mexico, Colombia, and the Bronx.

Brooklyn.

Yeah. We're all here. War is over.

All the soldiers have gone home now.

We have time. Plenty of time.

There's a million-dollar prize for the best answer.

Me, I want Martha,

Salvador wants money,

Ratón wants a gingerbread house,

Nonzo... I don't understand what the fuck you want, man.

The U.N. wants to know your dream.

All of this, gone?

You come round 49th and there's no kitchen.

There's nothing but a big hole in the ground, like you said.

Come on, man. What's your dream?

We're all ears, motherfucker.

Shh. Let me think.

Julia!

Where the fuck you' going?

- Julia! - We were...

I don't know what you see in him.

That guy is a fucking time bomb.

One day you'll see, he will just...

You tell me,

what was the point of all that?

Mhm?

What was the second time?

What?

You said there were two times

when the green ray was seen.

What was the second time?

I don't know what I said, man.

Maybe a piece of clothing.

But like, you have eyes as well?

Or are they the soul or the essence?

I think you might be like the essence.

I just don't see...

Ok, would you go into a house

that has a wall of eyes?

No, but you wouldn't see the eyes.

It's like a painting.

Like, that's why it's so creepy...

I said two shots of tequila.

Guys...

We should watch really a bad reality show,

there's one called Too hot to Handle

- No! - Yes!

It's people who can't fuck

each other but really want to.

Ok, there's actually this scene

where the guy's presenting himself,

and they ask him what are you most proud of?

And he's like:

My dick is the size of a spray can.

And there's a whole scene of him going:

Pss for like two full minutes.

No!

Hey. I wanted to tell you that I thought of you.

I've been thinking about you.

Sorry I yelled at you this morning.

I don't want you to be angry anymore.

Come on.

It hurts me when we fight.

It hurts me and it makes me...

makes me wanna stay away.

I don't wanna stay away.

Will you forgive me?

Come on.

Come on!

Please!

Please. Please! Please!

Just try and relax for me.

I can't see properly if you push.

There.

Ten weeks.

We're good to go.

- Ten weeks? - Yeah, by my count.

We're gonna give you a shot

and you're gonna feel a little sleepy.

And then we're gonna start. Okay?

Ok.

Are they gonna hurt me?

Just breathe.

Lucy!

Hey, Lucy!

Christoph!

Samira!

Yeah?

Your father's looking for you!

Who's the Mr. Chef here?

He's the same as fucking last week, man.

- Over there. - Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Albania, you're up!

Uh?

Luis is waiting for you.

Oh, fuck.

Hey. How did it go, man?

Fucking bastards.

If they think they can accuse me of stealing...

Hello. Mr. Chef. Sorry to barge in.

I don't like asking around,

but they took my pension this year.

Uh, not long ago I worked for City Bank.

I got my papers and all. Just look, see.

Gotta carry your papers. I always carry my papers, see?

I carry mine.

There's too many phonies.

Myself... I worked in Customer Care customer care.

Before the speculating suits

threw us out on the street, you see?

Ok. Salvador!

Yes, Chef?

Give this gentleman a bowl of soup.

Staff soup.

Dog chow. You got it, chef.

Come over here.

Good night, Mr. Chef.

I'm waiting to see what's going to happen

in the investment markets.

Maybe I'll get back

into that business, you never know.

We're in for a shitolad of turd here for the next

the President says two years.

But it's gonna take ten years

to pay the Chinese debt off alone.

And if we stay in the Middle East any longer then,

hell, we may as well just fold it all up

because it costs so much money

that they don't even have facilities

for people like me. See?

I see.

What's he saying?

Give me that. Give me that.

That shit will kill you faster than starving, abuelo.

I don't do drugs, see? I won't do drugs.

I don't have any mental problems.

except for the normal emotional problems

that you're not supposed to have anyway.

They addressed me in the park,

I wasn't crying or raging.

I don't do that.

And they politely asked:

“Do you have emotional problems?”

Of course.

We all do. We all goddamn do.

But what they wanna do

is they wanna get you in their programs

so that they can participate with the drug companies'

pushing of their drugs to the American public

and get you hooked on Zoloft or Alprazolam

or whatever the hell they prescribe nowadays.

Why?

Because the whole business of business is business.

You know? This plate

will take at least 500 years to decompose.

Yeah.

Which, if you think about it...

Five hundred years ago,

this here place, this exact place

right here, was what?

Injun' land.

Lenape probably.

Bunch of savages running around half naked.

Right here. Middle of Times Square.

Half naked.

Picture that.

Yeah, yeah. Out.

Fuck off, come on.

It's just a piece of chicken.

Mr. Rashid gave you permission

to give his lobsters away?

No. But we throw hundreds away every day.

Then, who said you could?

What's the big problem?

Are we going bust over a couple of tails?

They're thirty-nine fifty.

Okay. I'll pay.

Come on. Get out.

They're thirty-nine fifty.

Get out!

- And I'm the Chef. - I'll pay for it myself.

No one else!

That's two strikes, you hear?

Two!

One more and you're out. That's it.

You understand?

All right, everybody get back to work!

- Service opens in 5! - Yes, chef!

What are you looking at, Sanborns?

Pedro, you're up.

Pedro, Luis is waiting.

In his office, Pedro.

Where were you?

I asked you where you were.

I told you I had a thing.

Yeah, and I said do it on your break.

I did do it on my break.

Your break ended 25 minutes ago.

And so I have to do all your fucking prep.

As if I didn't have enough shit on my plate?

I'm sorry.

You know what? Fuck this.

I try to help you guys out all the time

and I'm the bad one?

I'm sick of this shit.

Why did you steal the money from the register?

Let me rephrase the question.

I know why you stole the money from the register.

- You mean restate. - What I mean is,

are you stupid enough to think

we wouldn't figure out it was you?

- Can I tell you something? - No.

I read this thing the other day,

you'll find it interesting.

When the gringos finally booked it out of Vietnam,

all the South-Vietnamese working

at the U.S. Embassy in Saigon

were shitting their pants

because the Vietcong was marching on the city.

Meanwhile, the choppers were pulling out

every American soldier.

The Vietnamese driver who worked for the ambassador,

trapped by a mob of thousands

trying to break into the embassy,

kept shouting: "Get me out of here!

They're going to massacre us".

The Vietcong, armed to the teeth,

about to force their way inside.

But Nixon's instructions were clear.

Only whites allowed on the choppers,

not one fucking yellow.

The ambassador was the first one

to get the hell out of Dodge.

Do you think he came back for his driver?

His driver, with whom he smoked his daily cigar.

The man who invited him to his son's baptism,

who'd even christened him with an American name.

You think he ever came back for him?

Your point?

Being the gringo's enemy is easy.

It's being his friend that's really fucking hard.

Don't think for a second they're your friends.

I'm American, asshole.

America isn't a country.

Have you finished talking bullshit?

- I can come back. - No. Just one second.

Excuse me for a moment. I'll come back.

One sesame fried calamari!

One sesame fried calamari coming up!

Four Caprese salads, please.

Four Caprese salads!

Three Margherita pizzas,

one Philly cheese steaks. Two shrimp and oyster po' boy!

Three Margherita pizzas working, chef!

Ok, boy!

Two brownies with ice-cream!

One blueberry cheesecake!

- Brownies and... - Fuck!

Look, man.

If you help me, I can help you.

This doesn't have to end with you

getting deported, you get me?

Mr. Rashid is willing to cut a deal with the culprit.

Did you hear what Rashid told me before the rush?

He said he'd help me with my papers.

Pedro!

You heard him. He's going to apply for the 182.

Bro... bro!

I'm going to be legal.

Bro!

He says the same thing to all the old timers.

It's what he does to keep morale up.

No one falls for it, though.

He said it to Martín six years ago.

Four years ago to Ramírez.

Mhm... It keeps morale high. He taught me that trick.

Managerial skills.

Mr. Rashid wants a confession,

he'll let the culprit go quietly.

No police, nothing.

Did you really think we wouldn't find out?

I didn't steal shit.

Pedro...

I know you gave Julia the money for her abortion.

She didn't have an abortion, asshole.

Pedrito, help me help you.

She didn't have an abortion!

Yes? What?

Sorry, boss.

Chef sent me to get his first aid kit.

Did I say you could come in?

- What happened? - Where's it?

I can't talk right now, Mark. I'm in the middle of it.

What happened?

One of the waitresses is passed out.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! We're not done here!

You okay?

- What happened, you okay? - It's ok.

Jesus, Pedro, we got it.

- Come on. Back up. - Chef!

Just leave her alone, Pedro. Abe's coming for her.

- Who? - Abe's coming.

Back off! You, too!

I just wanna help! How is she doing?

- God! - She fainted.

- Julia. How are you? - I'm fine.

I'm gonna get back to work.

I'm just gonna... get back to work.

- Ok. - No fucking way.

She passed out.

- Yeah, but it's her call. - No, it isn't.

If she has concussion or something, that's on you.

Julia, I need you to go to the hospital

and get checked, okay?

Get some rest, and come back tomorrow.

One classic Caesar!

Abe's here.

One classic Caesar coming!

Two creamy broccoli soup!

Order of wings, one lamb chop!

Hey! I waited for you at the park.

You went to the clinic.

Why?

Are you okay?

Mom? Are you okay?

- Mom? - Are you okay?

Mom? Are you okay?

Mom? Are you fucking okay?

I'm fine, Abe. I'll be right there.

Sue said you're hurt.

I'm fine. I just fell.

- How did you fall? - I just fell.

We're not done here, Pedrito.

Will the both of you get out of my kitchen?

- We're serving. - You hear me?

- We're not done here. - Luis. I need to talk to you.

Out of my kitchen! Pedro!

I'll be waiting right here Till service is over.

Get the fuck out!

I need to talk to you.

Pedro! Get the fuck back to work! Now!

Did you warm the pizza up or d'you just

eat it cold like a wild animal?

I warmed it up, Mom.

Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth.

Were you scared for me?

That's nice.

It's nice that you were scared for me.

What, Mark? What? What the fuck is so important?

I fucked up. I found it.

- Found what? - The missing money.

- I found it. - No.

Pedro took the fucking money.

No. No. I found it.

See, I threw a piece of chewing gum

into the bin under my desk.

Only I missed.

So I bent down to chuck it in, and there it was.

The missing bag with the $823.78

But, I mean, how often does

one check under one's desk,

right?

Unless it's for some specific reason.

So everything's good now.

We have to apologize to everyone you interviewed.

I'm not gonna go and fucking a...

Jesus.

This is...

Jesus Christ, Mark. Jesus fucking Christ.

Coming through!

- Tray at two. - Coming!

Give me two broccoli soup!

Take this! Take this!

One cheesecake with ice-cream.

Cheesecake ice-cream!

Give me two lobster tails!

Two lobsters coming up!

Hey! Come on! Wake up!

The lobsters are preparing!

And my pizza?

Service!

Is my three-chicken ready?

- My two tortellini... - Two tortellinis.

- Thank you! - Hey!

Manolo!

Is my three-chicken ready?

Come back in five. I'll have them ready for you.

She told you to come back in five.

The girl just told you to come back in five.

The pizza is being prepared!

What are you doing?

What do you think?

What the fuck are you doing?

You're too busy.

Are you fucking crazy?

Keep your hands off my station.

Here, this is my place. Over there, that's your place.

- Understood? - Don't use that tone.

Fuck your bitch mother.

Don't you fucking dare!

Fuck your whore mother!

Don't talk about my mother, cunt!

Who do you think you are?

Never-fucking-mind who I think I am.

I'm the cook here. You're the waitress.

In this kitchen, what I say goes.

So, get the fuck out of here!

I don't take orders from you, motherfucker.

I said no! I serve the food! Me!

Me! This is my place! This is my side!

My side! Do you understand? Mine! My side!

You don't have a side.

Shit-eating wetback.

What did you say?

What did you say to me?

You heard me!

What did you say to me? What did you say?

Say it again!

Say it one more time!

Say it again! You want to see a wetback?

You want to see a fucking wetback?

You want to see a fucking wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

Is this what you wanted? To see a wetback?

How's that for a wetback?

How's that for a wetback?

How's that for a wetback?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fuck you, man!

Fucking mediocre chef

with your shitty little franchise food!

You want to see a wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

Do you want to see a wetback?

Do you want to see a wetback?

Here's your fucking wetback.

Here's your wetback!

All right! Fuck! That's enough!

That's enough, guys!

Pedro! Son of a bitch! That's enough!

What the fuck are you doing?

Stop it!

Stop him! Goddammit!

Stop!

Fuck you, man! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you, man! Fuck you!

- Fuck you! - Get his fucking legs.

I came on the meat!

I jizzed all over your meat!

Fucking psycho!

You are paying for it!

This food is jizz and piss and shit

and you are paying for it!

You are paying for it!

Shut the fuck up!

That's enough.

Get out my way!

That's enough.

Enough, man! Stop this!

Get the fuck off me, Ramírez!

Come on! What the fuck are you doing?

Get up! Motherfucker!

Fuck you!

Stop it!

You're gonna kill him! Stop it!

Fuck you!

Take him the fuck off of him, now!

Enough!

- Max, stop it! - Here, bastard!

Max, calm down!

Idiot!

Now what?

You fucking idiot!

You stopped the kitchen.

Now what, huh?

Now he cares.

What the fuck did you say?

Now I care?

Now I fucking care?

You're the one who's gonna make me care?

I've been in this business twenty-five years.

Twenty-five fucking years!

And you're the one who's gonna make me care?

Fuck you!

You stopped my world.

Who gave you permission?

God?

Did God give you permission?

Because, there is no one else!

You understand? No one!

It's all right, Mr. Rashid.

It's all right.

He's sick. But he's leaving now.

He's sick.

All right? But he's leaving.

Why is everyone trying to sabotage me?

Huh, chef? Can you explain that to me?

And you...

You stopped my world.

Why?

Huh?

Why?

What do you want?

What more is there? Huh?

What more is there?

What do you want?

I give them work. I pay them well.

They eat.

What do they want?

Huh?

They eat!

What more do they want?

Huh?

What more is there? Huh?

What more is there?

What do you want?

THE KITCHEN

FOR MARTÍN