All language subtitles for Delicious.S02E01.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_track3_eng

Death takes a little
getting used to.

Most never give it
a moment's thought.

20 Red Marlboro a day
since 1986.

Gave up last week.

But his right lung
is already brewing the cancer

that will kill him.

6th of July 2025.

She finally takes that holiday

she's been saving
all her life for.

Drowns, white-water rafting.

Meet Joe Benelli.
Gina's father.

He's lived long enough
to cause some damage.

This man's way past
his sell-by date.

Just eggs.

Here you go.

-Cheers, ma'am.
-Cheers, ma'am.

My point is,
no one ever expects it.

It just arrives one day
out of a clear blue sky.

Life has a way of serving up
what we deserve.

And if anyone deserves what's
about to happen to him...

Ooh! Oh!

...it's Joe Benelli.

Watch out!

A successful hotel
restaurant attracts people.

Everyone wants to try
the brand-new sensation.

Reputation grows.

Booking follows booking.

You start to turn hungry people
away,

which only makes them
want it more.

Just like Satan's apple,

you're totally
and utterly irresistible.

Service.

Like you've grown six inches
and lost ten pounds overnight.

But a brilliant chef
needs someone

who can turn their great dishes
into a sublime experience.

How is everything?

Oh.
Good.

We deliberately wait
until your mouth is full.

Yes, every great chef
needs a great partner.

It's their hotel now.

The two women I loved.

How long can it last?

You know I tried to
book a table for dinner?

Sorry?

At the Penrose.

They told me there was
nothing available for months.

I thought this was meant to be
all about me.

Absolutely, but...

Seeing as you never actually
say anything,

I thought
I'd tell you about my day.

You said I didn't have to talk
if I didn't want to.

I think your allergy to water

has affected you
psychologically.

A barrier between you
and the rest of the world.

Wouldn't you say?

I'm so glad everything's going
so well for Gina.

And Sam.

Must be very gratifying.

It won't last.

What's that they had
before Hitler invaded?

The "phony war."

We all know we're going to die,
but no one knows exactly when.

Ah.
That's time, I'm afraid.

You are still
taking your medication?

Religiously.

She'll be here any minute.

This is lovely, Gina.
As usual.

Anelletti.

I'm thinking of introducing it
onto the new menu.

Of course, it appeals to
the more sophisticated palate.

Ah.
How was it today?

Great.

In an intensely personal
and intimate way.

But if you really
want me to share,

turns out
it's all my mother's fault.

Joke. Obviously.

So, as I said, we've got six
new applicants to see tomorrow.

We've got an important wedding
coming up,

and we need to be able
to deliver.

Give me a bastard who can
rise a soufflé every time.

How many have you fired now?

Two or three.
They weren't up to scratch.

-Seven.

Now, I think you could have
a little more of this.

I'm okay.

Mm.
Will you pass the salt?

My pleasure, dear.

Closing?

As I understand,
that was the arrangement.

Unless Mrs. Vincent
failed to inform you?

That is impossible.

My restaurant stays open,
wedding or no wedding.

I don't care how much money
the family have.

You'll have to tell Sam.

With respect,
I'm not sure it's my place

to play piggy in the middle.

Fine. Well, in that case,
I'll have to kill her myself.

I risked incarceration
in a Swiss jail

to bring Leo's money here,
and that money saved this place.

She needs to remember that.

I just don't see the point
in conflict.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

No, thank you.

I used to look at you
and see a confident woman.

Piss and vinegar.

But now, well...

...you're desiccated.

Thank you.

You need sex, Samantha,
as a matter of urgency.

Ideally, a well-built young man

with nothing much
going on up here.

For God's sake!

Apparently you can
simply download them now.

Yes, they tell me
it's all online.

Widowhood doesn't suit you.

You're still
practically a child.

I'm 40 next week.

My point exactly.

Unless you actually like not
drinking sherry with pensioners.

She always slept
on the same side of the bed.

That way I wouldn't wake her
when I came in after service.

Unlike husbands,
old habits die hard.

Sarah Coker is rich
to a vulgar extent,

and she's paying us handsomely.

So when she asks
for extra guests

and to use the restaurant
for the reception,

we smile and oblige.

But I have taken reservations.

Personal friends,
local dignitaries.

-People. Just people!

Look, there's a principle
at stake here.

That I do exactly as you say.

That I should have
been consulted.

Yes?

Yes.

He's in here, Miss Benelli.

The doctors consider it to be
something of a miracle.

How did you find me?

You were his emergency contact.
That's all we had to go on.

Gina!
Figlia mia.

They told me you were dying.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Does it hurt?
The head.

Like someone
dropped a bucket on it.

Good.

-Absolutely nothing.

I've got six chefs waiting
outside, and she just left?

-I'm afraid so.
-Christ!

-Sorry.

So, what do we do?
Do I send them away?

This place is not Gina's
own personal fiefdom.

We are perfectly capable.

-Yes.

I am both scrupulously fair

and an excellent judge
of character.

Come on.

Uh, young man, you're first.
This way.

I would suggest
you tuck your shirt in.

Yes, thank you.

Ugh!
Totally unsuitable.

Unless excessive perspiration
is a desirable quality.

Perhaps it's a condition.

Well, in his case,
it's terminal.

Adam Hesketh?

Hi.

So you cooked in Barcelona
at La Roca?

Yeah, for about six months.

It was an amazing experience.

So why did you leave?

I'd rather not talk about it.

If there was an issue
with a previous employer,

then it does seem relevant.

Red rags and bulls
spring to mind.

The head chef came on to me.

It was awkward.

Leaving just seemed like
the best solution for everyone.

-Actually, he was a she.

She was also the owner.

Like I said, it was awkward.

Well, your CV is excellent.

With this experience,
you could get a job

in half the restaurants
in Cornwall.

So, why do you want to
work here?

Leo was always a hero of mine.

When I heard what happened,

I thought I'd never get
the chance to learn from him.

But then I saw the Penrose
had been relaunched,

well, I wanted to see his legacy
for myself.

I understand.

Perhaps you could make us
something to eat.

Yeah, I'd love to.

Yes, cookery can be an art.

And chefs can be real artists.

They can also be liars,
cheats, and utter bastards.

But you already knew that,
right?

I'm concerned, Mr. Benelli.

The doctors, they say --

Doctors know everything about
death and nothing about life.

The food here is enough
to kill a man half my age.

I cannot stay here.

I need a decent meal.

When can you start?

Teresa.

Hello.

She hardly ever
talked about her father.

Something tells me
that isn't about to change.

Look what I found.

Hi.

Have fun.

So how's our daughter doing?

So is this
more bad penny action?

Or is there a reason you've been
dumped on my doorstep?

No duress.
I came willingly.

You know, I've never
really settled down.

Don't get me wrong.
I liked it like that.

Suppose it must be
the gypsy blood.

Oh, bullshit.

You were born and raised
in Sallynoggin.

Allow a man a little romance
in his dotage, will you?

You know, we're getting old.

Speak for yourself.

The point is,
I woke up the other morning --

alone, I might add --

and I realized I'd had enough.

That there was
someone waiting for me.

Teresa?

Not just Teresa.

Oh, you always could
sweet-talk me.

So there you have it.

Satisfaction guaranteed
or your money back.

I'll think about it.

You disappeared earlier.

Sorry.
Had to see someone.

And?

And so we need to
rearrange the interviews.

No need.

You hired someone
without consulting me?

Well, the executive chef
wasn't here,

so I made an executive decision.

My staff...

Our business.
Which you just walked out on.

His name is Adam.
He starts tomorrow.

If he can't cook, he's fired.

I'm taking the night off.
Penrose is all yours.

* Dial up my number now *

I think it was Napoleon
who said,

you must not fight too often
with one enemy,

or you will teach him
all your art of war.

Gina has no idea
what she's started.

* Turn me up *

* Don't want it Baudelaire *

* Just glitter lust *

* Turn me up *

* I want to touch you *

* You're just made for love *

* I need la la la la la la *

* I need ooh la la la la *

* I need la la la la la la *

* I need ooh la la la la *

* I need la la la la la la *

* I need ooh la la la la *

* I need la la la la la la *

* I need ooh la la la la *

* You know I walk for days *

* I want to waste some time *

Excuse me.
Could I have the bill, please?

* You know I love to watch *

* I want to love someone *

Hi.

Were you waiting for someone?

I don't think he's coming.

Well, then he must be dead.

It's the only
rational explanation.

You might be right.

Thanks.

I should go.

Shame.

Or I could buy you a drink.

* I need la la la la la la *

* I need ooh la la la la *

* I need la la la la la la *

* I need ooh la la la la *

So, what does this
arrangement make me

The gnome
at the bottom of the garden?

It makes you part of our lives.

On a trial basis.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

I know this is the part
where I'm supposed to ask

if I'm gonna see you again.

You won't.

I'm afraid I just used you
for sex.

Good answer.

Perils of a younger wife.

When you're gone
they're gonna move on.

Believe me, being dead
doesn't make it any easier.

When you run a restaurant,
every day has its own rhythm,

and every chef loves it.

They'd all cook for free.

It's the rest of the crap
you have to pay us for.

Ah. Here. Try.

It's fine.

Exactly.
It's lacking something.

May I?

Mm.
So you're Adam?

Be my guest.

Anchovies.

Okay.

Show me.

Thanks.

It's not too late to run,
you know?

I won't tell.

You could be anywhere
in the world right now.

Why here?

Why not here?

Mystery man.
Cool.

-Always.

Do you know, I was
planning on firing you.

What stopped you?

Anchovies.

I thought it was obvious.

To you, maybe.

Not to everyone.

So should I come back tomorrow?

Oh, I insist.

Girlfriend?

Ex.

Never Snapchat after midnight,
right?

They say your deeds
will come back to haunt you.

Excuse me.

In India, they call it karma.

Excuse me.

I was wondering if we could have
a moment of your time.

We just have the fraud squad.

I'm curious, that's all.

The business
was practically bankrupt.

Now it's thriving.

When Mrs. Hicks informed me
of the case,

it pricked my curiosity.

Gina is an excellent chef, and
Sam knows how to run a business.

So you've noticed
nothing suspicious?

I don't know what you mean.

That when Leo Vincent
died bankrupt,

his family concealed money
from his creditors.

And that they're now laundering
Leo's stolen money...

Through the Penrose.

However, we need proof.

I'm afraid I really don't know
what you're talking about.

I always feel loyalty
is a very overrated quality.

In my experience,
for a woman in your position,

it generally pays
to look after number one.

Sorry.
I have to go.

If you're considering
taking the risk of lying to us,

ask yourself one question --

Would they do the same for you?

Meet Sarah Coker.

Self-made.
Filthy rich.

And don't we all like to get
a little dirty

from time to time.

The only thing her family
doesn't have is a title.

But what Sarah wants,
Sarah gets.

Careful with that.
I'll take this one.

-This is good.
-Thank you.

But it's not great.

I know food, Miss Benelli.

I've dined in the finest
restaurants of the world.

I don't want to be satisfied,
I want to wowed.

I want more.

You might have mentioned this
at the third tasting.

Perhaps if we could discuss
your preferences, Anita.

When my daughter
can pay for herself,

she can order fish and chips
rolled up in a newspaper.

Do you know how I got rich?

I don't accept merely good.
I demand exceptional.

I think you do too.
Right?

Of course.

So are you prepared to prove it?

Only if I get to change
the menu.

Your day, but my food.

We have a deal.

Hi.

If you have a question,

it's probably best
that you talk to my mother.

Actually, I wanted to check
that you were happy

with all this.

Who wouldn't be?

This is meant to be
all about you.

Not your mother.

Sometimes we all need
to stand up for ourselves.

I have a mother
who will do anything for me.

And I'm getting married
in your beautiful hotel.

I'd rather count my blessings.

Listen up.
Listen up.

Our guests
have sampled the very best.

But tomorrow
I want them to leave here

talking about only the food
from this kitchen.

So we're not just good,
we're not just great,

we are perfect.

Yes, Chef.
-All right, good.

Everybody get on.

Uh, not you.

You worked at La Roca?

-Yeah, briefly.

-Of course.
-Hmm.

I need something extra for this
wedding, something mind-blowing.

I want to see what you can do.

If you think you're up to it.

"No expense spared."

Three of my favorite words.

At least now I can honestly say

we didn't hire him
just for his looks,

which would be both
unprofessional and wrong,

if understandable.

The Beatles were wrong --
Money can buy you love.

And if you're determined,
it can buy you a title too.

Should have been here
an hour ago.

Dear Harry couldn't organize
a piss-up in a brewery, my dear.

No doubt
he'll muddle along soon enough.

Perhaps there's been
some kind of delay, Sir Henry.

-Traffic can be tricky.
-Impossible.

I insisted he stayed locally
precisely for that reason.

Nothing has been left to chance.

Ah. There he is.

Good.

Good morning.

Shall we go through?

-So much to do.
Yes.

Are you absolutely sure?

Of course I'm sure.
We weren't wearing masks.

Well, then, we have a problem.

You think this is funny?

Honestly?
A teeny-tiny bit, yeah.

So did you know?

That he was getting married
to our most important client?

Of course not!

It's just that
you do have a history.

I mean, I wouldn't exactly
call it a fetish...

For fuck's sake, Gina,
what do I do?

Well, in this situation,
the truth helps nobody.

That girl...

Can be utterly humiliated

in front of all of her friends
and family

or can have a perfect wedding
to an imperfect man.

God knows we've both been there.

He's lying to her.

Well, the truth
is sometimes overrated.

So, what do I do?

Nothing.
You do absolutely nothing.

So today I thought
we'd try something

a little different.

Have you heard of hypnosis?

-Vaguely.
-Hmm.

I'd like to try something
with you,

see if we can
unlock it all a little.

-You can try. It won't work.
-Think you'd be surprised.

Suggestibility is
often correlated

with high intelligence.

If you make me eat an onion,
I'm suing.

No onions.
Scout's honor.

Why did you tell me?

I thought you should know
what you're getting into.

My husband betrayed me.

It hurt me very badly.

He left you?

He died.

I'm sorry.

What are you going to do?

My mother wants me
to get married.

What do you want?

Isn't that important too?

So now you're feeling relaxed
and comfortable.

I want you to imagine you're
lying in your favorite place,

somewhere you've been before,
perhaps with someone you trust.

A friend, a family member.

It's not working.

I think that's obvious
to everyone.

I thought we'd talked about
all this.

Believe me, Dad,
it's not my idea.

It's all Mummy dearest.

What did you ever see in her?

She's a wonderful woman.

The sex was incredible.

Oh, my God, I know we're in
a psychotherapist's office,

but there is
such a thing as oversharing.

Sorry.

If it helps, I don't think
you're crazy, just different.

Try telling them that.

Oh, no, wait, you can't --
You're dead.

Right.
Rub it in.

Can't you do
that whole ghost act?

You know, just, like, send them
a message from the other side?

"Woooh! Teresa's not mental."
That sort of thing.

My manifestations
are strictly limited.

Very frustrating.

I can imagine.

In fact...

...it's pretty lonely up here.

I miss you.

Human contact.

Being dead can't be easy.

Living's no picnic.

What did you do?

You were under
for several minutes.

As deep as I'd ever seen.

Sometimes that can provoke

intense physical sensations.

The important thing is
not to worry about it.

I want to leave.

-Oh, perfect timing.

You know, I think
we're finally getting somewhere.

You told her?

She had a right to know
what she was getting into.

So now this entire thing is off?

We both agreed
not to say anything.

No, you told me what to do.
There's a difference.

We discussed it,
and you agreed

to keep your ridiculous
dalliance to yourself.

I didn't want any of this!

My staff have worked their asses
off to make this happen for you,

and now you've gone and ruined
it all on some selfish whim.

Maybe I just don't feel
comfortable lying to people.

I seem to remember
you managed it pretty well

when it suited you.

You know what I think?

You enjoy holding grudges.

In some fucked-up way,
they sustain you,

which means we are never gonna
get over this, are we?

Any of this.

I am always going to be
the other woman to you,

the junior party.

When this started, I thought
we could get over our past,

that one day we could actually
see each other as friends.

But that's never gonna happen,
is it?

Where are you going?

I'm going to tell everybody
that this wedding is canceled

and they've all wasted
their time.

I think
we dodged a bullet there.

Back then.
You meant what you said.

-It was heat of the moment.

Or the unvarnished truth.

You really don't know me at all,
do you?

I know when we need to count
our blessings and bank our cash.

This is never gonna work.

You, me.
This place.

I think it just did.

Maybe you can fool yourself,
but I can't.

* I swear it's true *

* The past isn't dead *

* It's alive, it is happening *

* In the back of my head *

* No future, no past *

* No laws of time *

* Can't undo what is happening *

* When I close my eyes *

* And with the stars
and the moon *

-* I woke up in the night *
Hi.

* In the same place *

-Just hold me.
-All right.

* It's happening,
it's happening *

* It's happening,
it's happening *

* It's happening again *

* It's happening,
it's happening *

* It's happening,
it's happening *

* It's happening again *

I think it was Tolstoy who said
that every unhappy family

finds its own special way
to fuck things up.

Tolstoy never met Joe Benelli.

* I took a day or two *

* To exile from the light *

* To unfold that prisoner *

* They call a mind *

He's your father, your problem.

I want you to move him
right now.

Time's up!
I'm calling the police.

I think you have NPD --

narcissistic personality
disorder.

It's when we put our own needs
above others'

and expect them to do the same.

-He's not coming inside.
-I think it's a good idea.

He can wait in Mimi's old room.

I'm busy.

I think my therapist
tried to kiss me.

Right.
I'm sending Adam.

Consider it
my birthday present to you.

The gift of not having to suffer
my company.

* I swear it's true *

* The past isn't dead *

* It's alive, it is happening *

* In the back of my head *

* In the same place *

* To save... *