All language subtitles for I really hate my Job (2007)

What if good things
don't come to those who wait?

I mean, do you just
keep waiting or what?

God, everyone else
is going home.

Why do I have
to go to work?

How is it possible
to feel both isolated

and claustrophobic
at the same time?

Maybe that's my problem.
I think too much.

Christ, all these people.

They're probably
all thinking, too.

But what are they thinking?

Maybe my hopes
are too high.

What I need is not to need

and to live in the moment.

That's it.
I should live in the moment.

What on earth does that mean?

As if I could avoid
living in the moment.

I mean, I'm in it
whether I like it or not.

Breathe.

Okay, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Oh, God, I'm late.

Every day,
another day closer

to the day I'll never
have to do this again.

- Hi, Alice.
- Hey, Suzie.

Madonna, I'm sorry I'm late.

It's fine.

Suzie, could you
make me a coffee?

Sure. Cappuccino?

Yeah, thanks. Yeah.

Hang on.

There, there.

Good girl.

- Sit nicely.
- Hi.

Hello. Stella Bar.

Uh, I'm sure
we can fit you in.

One moment.
I'm just going to my book.

Right.
Can I take your name?

Yes. Great.

Thanks.

- Thank you.
- See you tonight. Thanks.

- Bye-bye.
- Thanks. Bye-bye.

See you again soon.

Hey, Alice.

Smile.

I met a guy last night who said
he could smoke with his eyes.

- How?
- I don't know.

- Didn't you ask him?
- No.

How could you not ask?

I don't know.

Uh, guys, I hate to nag,
but it's getting late.

Did you know it's a fact
that 70% of women

live their lives embroiled
in a miasma of disgust?

- A fact?
- Seventy percent.

Where did you get
this... fact?

The news.

And it wasn't a headline?

Nope.

What's a miasma?

It's sort of like, you know,
a cancer or a dry rot.

Women spend most of their time
in a dry rot of disgust?

Oh.

How's your book going?

I finished it a week ago.

Alice, that's great.

- Congratulations.
- Well done.

What's it about again?

About a woman who runs away.

Where does she go?

To the sea.

What then?

She sits on a pier
and looks at the sky

for about 150 pages.

I'd like to read that.

- Thanks. - I mean, I'd like to
read it if it was interesting.

Hello. Stella Bar.

Your name?

Could you please
stop doing that?

Dave, you should be
here cooking. What?

- He hung up.
- Who?

Dave... barking.

- Barking mad?
- No, like a dog...

- Oh.
- drunk.

Right.

So, can Paolo cook tonight?

- Paolo resigned at lunch.
- What? Why?

- He burnt his arm.
- Is he okay?

He works in a kitchen,

and I'm sympathetic
to a point.

There's only 25 booked.

- What?
- Bonus?

For what?

But I've never
done it before.

Dave told me once he thought you
had real potential as a chef.

You're recommending the opinions
of a man who just barked at you?

He said that
before he barked.

I'm a kitchen hand.

Alice, we are
a family here.

Families pull together.

Families don't pay by the hour.

Please, please, please?

Sixty quid
and no more bookings.

Ugh.

- Rita can help you.
- Rita burns water.

Maybe you should
get started now.

- Can I just finish my coffee?
- Of course, yes. I'm sorry.

Hello. Stella Bar.

Greg. Hi.

There's been
a change of plan.

Yeah. Um...

"Dear Alice..."

Dave can't come in. He's had
some kind of terrible accident.

But Alice is cool to do it.
Yes, she is.

Oh, she'll be fine.

She'll be fine.
Okay. Bye.

Where is Abi?

Hey, ladies.

Abi, I hate to mention this,
but you are 15 minutes late.

I am not.

- Yes, you are.
- Sorry. My yoga teacher died.

Rita!

You sure you're gonna be okay
doing this by yourself?

- Can you smell something?
- Like what?

You can't smell flesh?

No.

Did your yoga teacher
really die?

Right in the middle
of a downward dog.

How's the acting going?

I didn't get that job
I was going for.

- Which one?
- Kitchen sink drama.

Depressing, really,
considering what an expert I am.

Well...

anything else lined up?

Did you get up to anything
last night, Al?

Don't call me Al. No.

I'm too broke. You?

Broke up with the boy.

How old are you, Al?

Thirty-three or -four
or something.

Hundred.

I'm sorry about...
What was his name?

- Phil.
- Phil.

Yeah.

I'm 30 today.

Oh, my God.
Happy "get older" day.

Hey, don't tell anyone,
all right?

What, about Phil?

God, no.
About my birthday.

Why'd you tell me, then?

I needed to tell
someone older.

Tell Rita, then. She's 48.

Hey, is this okay?

Mm, I don't know,
borderline.

Marinade?

Yeah.

- You know Keats?
- The poet?

- Yeah.
- What about him?

Dead at 26.

Rita, Alice would love
a hand when you're ready.

I had such a vivid dream
last night.

I can't bear dreams.

It concerned light.

I'm not listening.

- The light had a face.
- I'm warning you.

It was singing.
It had a nose.

Okay, stop.

Can you ask them to leave?

- No.
- Come on.

You get them out.

I mean, come on.
It's policy.

Policy? This isn't NATO,
for Christ's sakes.

You need to learn
to be more assertive.

- Really?
- Yeah, and less sarcastic.

You are the sarcastic one.

Oh, really?

Excuse me.

She demanded it
in the zoo?

Guys, I'm sorry.

I have to ask you to leave. We have
to prepare the place for dinner.

So tell me, do you find
your job abhorrent?

Just curious.

No, I find it challenging.

Really?
What do you do?

I waitress.

Do you want to be a waitress?

I am what I do.

No, no, no, no.
You do what you are.

Okay, we're leaving.

Thank you.

- Suze, how old are you?
- Twenty-four.

Oh, God, you have
so much time.

How old are you?

Twenty-eight.

That's only
four years older.

First World War lasted
four years. A lot happened.

Did I tell you that
Harry said in London

no one is more than 20 feet
away from a rat at any time?

Remind me how Dave
does the chicken.

Yeah.

Well, let's... So...

"Marinade the chicken
in lemon juice,

balsamic vinegar
and olive oil

so it's really juicy,
even if the chicken's old.

Char-grill."

All under control, Alice?

Mm-hmm, like
a well-oiled machine.

Rita, you're happy
to do salads?

- I'm not going...
- Fantastic.

Do you know
it is so great

to have all women
in control in here tonight?

Right on, sister.

What are we listening to?

Al Bowlly.
He died in the war.

Caf� de Paris,
the Ritz in the Blitz.

Don't tell me
he wrote hits.

He did. He's got
a better range than Sinatra.

- Sinatra didn't have a range.
- Exactly.

Suzie, you are
twenty-fucking-four.

You're meant to be listening
to Justin fucking Timberlake.

- Will you please
stop swearing?

No one ever tell you
what language is for?

It's for fucking
expressing yourself.

That mirror is
absolutely filthy.

It would be great if you guys could
use your initiative a little more.

Toilets and fridges?

Will you kill
the goddamn funeral music?

- Cheers me up.
- I can't bear it a second longer.

Oh, change it, then.

Rita, can you start
the salads, please?

I can smell rat shit
with my mouth.

God, whatever happened
to unions?

I don't know
if I can do this.

- Put it in perspective.
- Hmm? What perspective?

It's only cooking for
people you don't care about.

I mean,
it's a shit kitchen...

Shouldn't have just stopped
when she's on the pier.

It needs
a stronger transition.

I need to rewrite it.
I need...

Why are you doing this?

- What do you mean?
- You don't have to do this.

- I have bills to pay.
- You are an intellectual.

- Yeah, right. - You are smarter
than you give yourself credit for.

You're just saying that.

Well...

how else am I meant
to communicate?

Suzie, you're on tables one
to seven. I can do the rest.

Abi, you're doing the bar, and you
can help us out when we're busy.

Oh, my God, I'm going to die.

And please, g...

guys, we really need
to work as a team tonight,

so no annoying the intercom
or sneaky wine tasting.

I'm going to be 70 in 40 years.

Hello.

I'm sorry.
We're pretty full tonight.

Four?

Um, well, maybe...

Sorry. Could you just
hold the line a moment?

Excellent.

Rat.

Under the table.

- Oh, my God, it's huge.
- Beat the fucker to death.

Suzie.

Hey, Donna, how old are you?

- Why?
- Just curious.

I'm 28. Why?
How old are you?

Twenty-six.

Ha.

So were you
actually born Madonna?

Was I born?

You told me you were 28.

Well, no, I figured
you were born.

But were you christened Madonna or
did you borrow it off someone else?

Oh, shit, it's gone.

The question is,
where did it go?

I met someone
who knew you at school.

Uh, hello.

Sorry about the delay.
How can I help you?

Yes.

Rats are significant.

The fact that the worker here
today was burned is significant.

Okay, I know.

You think you know,
but you don't.

We constantly function from
the position of received ideas.

Can I take a name?

You promised Alice
no more bookings.

Danny? What, three?
Could you spell that?

H- U-S-T-O-N?

Lovely. 9:00.

Can I take
a contact number?

0-2-0-7-3-4-2-0-8-6.

Lovely. Thank you.
Bye-bye.

Who?

Uh, Danny Huston.

As in the actor
Danny Huston?

I didn't ask
what he does, Abi.

Well, did you
speak to him?

- No. It was his P.A.
- How do you know it was his P.A.?

Uh, she said...

"I am Danny Huston's P.A."

I love Danny Huston.

What's he been in?

Oh, God, everything,
but, um...

that film where he plays
a producer or something,

um... in Hollywood
and he dies at the end.

You know, that Danny Huston.

Abi, there's a Steve McQueen
who works in my post office.

This Danny Huston might not
be that Danny Huston.

How many post office
workers have P.A.s?

You really like him.

Suze, God, he is like a proper
old-fashioned movie star.

Now I know who you mean.

He has the eyes of
a beautiful wild animal.

I wouldn't put it
exactly that way, but...

Oh, yes.

Sorry. Yes, I know
who you mean.

Um, he was in that, um...

that film called...

uh...

Suzie, have you got
your camera on you?

- Of course.
- Great.

Could you kind of
surreptitiously, um...

- What?
- Take a shot of... of...

You want me
to take his photo?

No, you can't do that. That
is so what my mother would do.

- You can't do that. - Only takes one
star to cause a stampede of them.

A stampede of stars?

Would you agree that,
as a culture, we are overcome

not by the sense
of possibility

but the banality
of the social orders

we have erected
for ourselves?

Salads.
Customers arriving in 10.

- I need to do his table.
- You're doing the bar.

I help out on the floor when
necessary. This is necessary.

What, you think
he's going to insist

you are given a role
in his next film?

Stranger things
have happened.

- I don't know if that's true.
- Suzie, I am begging you.

This is me begging you.

Movie stars hate to be bugged
by desperate waitresses.

Okay, I might be desperate,
but I am not above humiliation.

Toilets, Abi.
Suze, water, please.

Suzie, please, please, please?

Please, please, please?

Please, please,
please, please.

Okay, you can do his table,
but only if I get to play

at least four Al Bowlly songs
without complaint.

I love you, Suzie. I love
you, I love you, I love you.

God, imagine
his handsome face here.

Abi, you're behaving
like a teenager.

If only I was one.
At least I'd have a future.

You're not even 30.

What's it like
being you?

Fucking sad.

Abi, please
don't drink on shift.

First customers due.

In reality,
he might be a midget.

He could be
the actor equivalent

of the fake moon
landing theory.

He might love me.

Greg's coming in
tomorrow to talk.

What about?

I think maybe we need to
rationalize our business strategy

to become
more cost effective.

What does that mean?

Uh, that we need
more customers.

How's Simona?

Oh, yeah, you know,
she's, uh...

she's really great.

What?

She keeps saying how
maybe we should be friends.

Aren't you friends already?

Lovers say they want to be friends
when they want to leave you.

Oh.

I'm sure it's just a hiccup.

Have you tried
drinking her upside down?

What?

Um...

I'm sure everything
will be fine.

Oh, no. Yeah,
absolutely it'll be fine.

You know, there was
this couple in last night

who seemed really in love,

so I gave them
really great service.

Then the phone rang.
It was his wife.

She was in hospital,

in labor with
their first child.

So he was with his mistress.

Yes.

So I told them
we were closing.

What time was it?

- Around 11:00.
- But that's when we close.

But they didn't know that,
did they, Suzie?

No.

This... was made
by a street cleaner

who spent his life
photographing snowflakes.

Well, that's very good.

Isn't it?

Are you enjoying art school?

- Oh, my God, yes.
- What is it you're working on?

Well...

mainly portraits of the hands
of people I have loved

and a video of people
trying to remember

the lyrics of
their favorite songs.

But for my final year show
I'm thinking of

filling the gallery
with tiny photographs

of precious objects you have to
really peer at to see properly.

Simona said
my slippers repulsed her.

That's not good.

I'm really glad that she
felt she could tell me.

May I help you?

First orders of the night: no
starters, two chicken, one salmon.

Can you believe
who's coming to dinner?

Virginia Woolf?

No. Table for four at 9:00

in the name of Danny Huston.

- As in the actor?
- As in the actor.

He's a very
versatile actor.

I didn't know you were
a movie buff, Rita.

Oh, I like well-crafted,

morally complex movies

with strong narratives

and powerful acting.

Who wouldn't?
Stop it.

Madonna promised me
no more bookings.

- This is an exception.
- Why?

- He is an amazing actor.
- Wow.

What do you got
against actors?

- They're like tribute bands.
- Excuse me?

They speak someone else's words,
interpret someone else's ideas,

and try to look
like someone else.

- The joy.
- They're faded copies of a vibrant original.

Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah.

What is the justice in George
Clooney getting millions

for playing, say, a doctor when
real doctors get a fraction of that?

Or a cook. How much did Julia
Roberts get for Mystic Pizza?

More than I get, I bet.

Julia Roberts was
the waitress, not the cook.

Yeah, okay, whatever.

Two chicken, one salmon.

Most of the world doesn't
even have clean water.

That doesn't mean
we shouldn't drink it.

Has there ever been a film that
truly showed the life of a woman?

That would be
a really boring film.

Take the bread.

You know, you guys
really need to lighten up.

Bloody fans.

Order, table 10.

Two soups,
one linguini,

one jamon.

Table eight ready?

Oh, it is hot in here.

Madonna, you promised
no more bookings.

Sorry, Alice.
It's only four.

Can't turn down
celebrities.

- I am not a cook.
- Alice, you gotta remember

it's very good for the restaurant
to have well-known people eat here.

I cannot stand
celebrity culture.

It's only one celebrity,
not the whole culture.

Man, a real movie star
here tonight.

I still can't
quite believe it.

- Oh, for God's sake.
- So, Mrs. Manager,

what you doing about
the worker being burned today?

- Rita, are those salads ready yet?
- I feel really bad about it.

You've got to remember that
everybody gets burned in a kitchen.

- Aah!
- The heat probably drove him crazy.

Alice, it's Danny Huston.
I mean, what is not to love?

We're in this together.

I'm sorry, but I don't
really believe

you are that affected by
the workers under your care.

I don't know him.

People don't love movie stars
because they "know them" know them.

Okay, whatever.

That's patently unfair.
I started the recycling scheme.

That's about rubbish.

No, that's about
Mother Earth.

Yours is a drab, drab world.

How's table eight?

...perpetuating
an exploitative system?

Rita, you've got to get
past the blame here

and embrace the positivity
of what you're doing.

We're not exactly down a diamond
mine in Sierra Leone here.

Okay, table eight.

If it's such a nice job,
why is it so hard

to get the fans fixed
in such a nice job?

- The fans are being seen to.
- The fans are symbolic.

- Of what? - Of the possibility of
air and movement and pleasure,

of the possibility of being
able to breathe freely.

Hey, ladies.

Suzie.

Abi, can you take these
to eight, please?

Will you take these soups
to 10, please, my love?

I need to have
a little chat with Rita.

You know, I think
it's great we're talking

and that you feel you can express
your feelings to me about...

And the rats?
What about the rats?

You know that every cafe
in Soho has rats.

So give me one reason
why I should care

about the fate
of this gilded cage.

Would a hug help right now?

No.

Madonna, you forgot
the salad.

No, I'm okay, really.
I'm just...

I really appreciate
this chat.

Thanks, Rita.

Blimey.

What's with the hugging?

What can I get you to drink?

How's your boyfriend?

I have no boyfriend.

What about that guy
with the haircut?

- Gone.
- Oh.

Seventy-three minutes to go.

Good evening.
How are we tonight?

Yeah, great, thanks.

What can I get you to drink?

A bottle of champagne,
please.

A very good choice.

Table four: no starters, one
chicken, two salmon, one lamb.

Hey, Rita, parking meter.

Hold that pot up
like you're in a dream ranch.

Dream ranch?

Great.

Alice, do you think
oysters ever feel aggressive?

Hard to say.
They flinch.

Oh, not flinch.

- They're not people.
- It would be hell to be an angry oyster.

- Busy in there?
- No fists to shake...

- Suzie.
- because you have no fists.

Can you take
these starters to 12?

Okay.
But you'll like this.

I went to a Chinese restaurant
the other night, and on the menu...

- Stop now.
- Okay, okay, I'll be quick.

On the menu
they had fish lip

with couch
and a small pan of greed.

Imagine the size
of a fish lip

on a couch.

Right.

Fuck it.

Hey, are you okay?

Phil keeps texting me

that breaking up with me is
the best thing he has ever done,

like, repeatedly,

like he is ecstatic.

He says that
I am self-obsessed.

But self-obsession is just my
way of trying to work things out.

- Why can't anyone see that?
- I can see that.

I really can.

- You can?
- Mm-hmm.

Two glasses of house red
and a sparkling.

You lost weight, haven't you?

- Jesus.
- It's good to drop some pounds.

You were enormous.

So what happened
to the guy you were seeing?

I only saw him once.

Did you get down and dirty?

High-waisted jeans.

- So?
- They were ironed.

- Ah.
- It is such a relief...

I have finally reached the end
of my life as a sexual being.

- Enormous?
- Yeah.

I didn't want to say it.

Yeah, I've been thinking
of writing a story

about how love affairs
and murder

both begin with
the discovery of a body.

You actually
ever had a boyfriend?

- Rita.
- Name one.

- Stefan.
- So you're not a virgin?

One bottle of sparkling
for eight

and two San Miguel
for 10.

Hey, what do you think
makes Danny Huston

so utterly appealing?

What? I don't know.

Come on.

He's talented,
he's a time traveler,

and he has empathy.

Thank you.

You know, millions
of lepers have empathy,

but you don't necessarily
want to sleep with them.

I don't want to
sleep with him.

- You don't?
- No.

Here you are.

Thanks.

What do you mean,
"time traveler"?

What you love
about him is both...

real and a phantom image.

Two espressos for 11, please.

What do you mean,
"phantom image"?

All movies are
like ghost stories.

I don't follow.

Every movie is
an image of the past

played out in the present,

and, therefore,
all movie actors are,

in a sense, phantoms.

Tennis players eat bananas.

- What?
- Tennis players eat bananas.

Sports people used to think

you had to have
little section of oranges,

and then someone
thought of bananas.

It's the potassium,
so no more cramps.

Rita, please.

All I'm saying here
is maybe, just maybe,

there are some aspects
in our life

in which we are
still eating oranges

when we could at least
be thinking about

the possibility of bananas.

What are you talking about?

You've never been married.

Who mentioned marriage?

- We've got work to do here.
- Pot calling kettle.

What do you know about me?

What do you know about anything?
You don't know me...

my feelings,
my pain, nothing!

Rita, calm down.

It's...

It's true I don't really
know a lot about you,

but, I mean, we're not
on a date here.

What do you want me to say? I really
am sorry if you're going through stuff,

but I'm kind of
preoccupied here!

We can still talk, can't we?

Okay.

Two linguine for table four.

Salmon starter, two linguine...

Sorry.

I've had it.

So naive.
How the days just fly...

- How is table seven doing?
- How's table four?

- Abi.
- Watch it.

Table four.

- All done?
- Yeah. Thanks.

I haven't seen you
for months.

- Can I have the bill, please?
- Of course.

I think he has
a very manly figure.

I don't know.
I like men a little fatter.

- You have met someone.
- Okay, yes.

Dreamy, arty, weirdo type?

- Maybe.
- Where did you meet him?

Whitstable, at Adam's house.

We talked all night
without touching.

- Oh, how touching.
- Don't be mean.

How old is he?

Nineteen.

You're in love
with a chubby embryo?

I thought you were keeping
an open mind about men.

My options do not include
children or the obese.

His weight is irrelevant.

How many pounds?
250? 280? How many?

- Abi.
- How fat?

Kind of...

Kind of... like...

Santa?

Jesus.

- Is that so weird?
- Yes.

Order, table four.

I think you guys are doing
an amazing job in here.

Tarts, table nine.

Keep up the good work.

She ever try to hug you?

Mm-hmm. A couple of times.

I find hugging

as a management strategy
sinister.

Hey, Suze, can I run
something by you?

Wait. I'll just
deliver these, yeah?

I got offered
a job yesterday.

- No.
- Yes.

A friend of my mother's
who works

in this crappy publishing house
offered it to me.

It's ghost-compiling
a newsreader's favorite poems.

Okay.

- You know Tony O'Donnell?
- Yeah, sure.

A book is coming out of his favorite
poems, but he doesn't want to choose them.

That is hilarious.

I have been offered a...

a role in a porn film.

Oh, my God.

I have studied
Ibsen and Chekhov.

I'd love to see one of the
three sisters deal with this one.

- Waitress.
- It's you.

You finish your book
and get a job in publishing.

That's so great.
So when are you going to start?

- I'm not.
- What?

I cannot, in all conscience,
accept such a job.

But it could get you
out of here.

At least in here
it's honest.

Bullshit.
Don't romanticize it.

At least I'm not lying.

You know,
sometimes you have

the smugness
of a hippie fascist.

One glass of merlot
and one still. Go on.

It's a new line
in art porn.

You know, like porn
in black and white.

- Mm.
- You know, like, um...

examining the texture
of your knee

as his gnarled hand
moves across it.

They're offering me
a thousand quid.

I'm so fucking broke.
I have no electricity.

I have a Visa bill
at 17.9% interest.

Whose gnarled hand?

My elderly fictitious uncle's.

Wow.

At least the director is gay.

- Man or woman?
- A man.

- Why is that at least?
- Somehow it seems less creepy.

Mm-hmm. Wait a sec.

Okay.

Waitress.

17.9% is really high.

You should get a low-interest
loan and pay it off.

- Suzie.
- I'm with you.

- This is serious.
- I realize this.

What's the story?

An innocent but literary
blind girl

is sent to stay
with her crippled,

gnarled-handed uncle
in the country.

Things transpire.

The gateway to my guts
on the big screen.

What do you think?
Should I do it?

- The gateway to your guts?
- Don't be naive.

Okay, okay.

So you'll be playing

an innocent but literary
blind girl.

That will be acting.

Exactly. The fact that sex is
involved should be irrelevant.

How about the fact that
you'll be causing erections

of the penises of men
you haven't met?

Never think of your audience...
number one rule.

Way too paralyzing.

Besides, I bet there's
some sickos out there

who carry wood 'cause a bee's
landed on a fucking rose petal.

You should aim higher
than this.

I am aiming
at the fucking moon,

but like I said,
I got no electricity

and 17.9% fucking interest.

Weird they call it interest.

It's so not interesting.

Suzie.

God, but...

can you imagine your...

you know, um...

stretched across the screen
the size of a bus?

Don't say bus.

Strange, but the energy
feels really, um...

distracted in here tonight.

I'm sorry.
Did you say something, Madonna?

Please, guys, we really need
to develop a more positive...

Good night.
Thank you.

energetic vibe.

Bottle of cab sav for 10,
please, Abi.

You know,
you lost your mojo.

Okay, it's interesting
you know me so well, Rita.

When did this legendary time exist
that I actually had a mojo to lose?

Come on, Alice. You're an
intellectual. You can work that one out.

I am not an intellectual.
I am just tired!

- Intellectuals can be tired.
- Actually, you're right!

That's true.
They can!

From the very beginning.

Suzie, can I ask you something?

Of course.

Do I, um...

look okay in the mornings?

Most people look better
at night.

I wonder...

if you've kissed her
for the last time.

No, I mean...
I'm sure you will again.

I just always think

it's so strange
that we will do things

for the last time
in our life one day,

and most of the time we won't
realize it's the last time.

I don't believe
in such negative thinking.

It's not negative.
It's just real.

Reality's what you choose
to make of it, Suzie.

Table four need help.

What would you say

if I said I don't believe
table four exists right now?

Uh, I would acknowledge
your right to that belief.

But if you were to believe it
for more than about...

two minutes, then we'd have to
discuss your future shift allocations.

Fair answer.

Table four it is, then.

Did I ever tell you
about Salvadore?

No.

He was a communist, too.

Was he?

If it weren't for
the tragedy of his violence...

The tragedy of his violence?

I thought
the thieving was petty.

I mean, he was
the kind of guy

who cried over leaves
falling off trees.

And can I go with him?

He wanted me to go
with him. Yes.

And can I lend him some money?
So I say, "Sure. Why not?"

'Cause I had
a little money saved.

And then I discovered
about the guns.

Rita, can we just finish what
we have to do here, please?

Okay.

So tell me what
you want me to do.

Have we decided yet?

He should be here
any minute.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

Do you mind
going through the menu?

My eyesight's really bad.

Sure. Um, French onion soup
for starters

with crustini linguine
with Sicilian tomatoes and basil

finished with an aged
Castellini parmesan.

Rocket salad with crushed broad
beans from the vale of Evesham

served
with baked goats cheese...

He'll look at me
and just think, "No."

Or he wouldn't even say no.

He just won't notice me.

Shropshire lamb shanks
marinated in Puglian red wine...

Dismiss my whole life
without letting me

give him any real reason
to reject me.

If only he would
give me that chance.

...with a Roman
telleglio risotto.

Sides are green salad,
beans, or spinach.

Is the salmon very filling?

Well, that depends
on how much you like to eat.

I'm sorry?

How could I possibly know
what you need or like?

Or if you have, say,
eating disorders

or dairy
or wheat intolerances

or if you are
a glutton or a picker.

I am not psychic.

Oh, God, I am so sorry.

I think we'd better go
somewhere else.

I'm real sorry. I'm just
a little strung out tonight.

- I'm sorry, too.
- Thank you.

I really like your shirt.

It's my birthday.

Is that really necessary?

Yes.

Why?

Because I want to leave
this place clean.

Obviously.

I mean, leave it, leave it.

As in I am leaving it.

What do you mean?

Have you noticed
I'm a dishwasher?

Uh, yeah.

And you don't think
I should aim a little higher?

Of course I do.

I've been half asleep.

- Can we discuss this later?
- Yeah. Sure.

Defer any real
discussion again.

Order.

Great.

Salmons.

God, Greg bizarrely
just phoned me

asking about takings.

As if I can
predict takings

on a night
that's still young.

The world is
a complex beast, isn't it?

That's because
it's full of humans.

Madonna, I may as well
tell you now. I quit.

What?

I'm giving you
a month's notice.

Why?

Because I think workers
deserve more respect

than is given here.

How have I not
shown you respect?

That you don't know the answer
of this question is significant.

Rita, like I said before,
I think it's really great

that you are expressing your
confusion about your role here.

Aah!

How can I be confused
about dishwashing?

There is
no confusion here.

I'm really sorry, but I
really need you to understand

that I'm really
very busy right now,

and I would be very happy to
discuss this with you later,

but right now I really need
to get these meals out.

Okay. Eleven.

You're really quitting?

Yeah. I'm going to Chile.

He rang me.

Chile? Huh?

Oh, Jesus, Alice,
haven't you been listening?

Not the "tragedy
of violence" guy.

Yeah. Salvadore.

Madonna, the lights have gone.

Repulsive.

He was arrested.

What? When?

When we were
practically kids.

I went to prison
for a little while, too,

as an accessory.

When I was released,

I wasn't allowed
to contact him.

I thought
I'd never see him again.

Ay!

- But then he rang me.
- Shit!

Pick up. Pick up.

And, Madonna,
can you get in here?

The electricity's
gone again.

Abi, I need
some help on the floor.

Join the club.

Abi, can I have two house
white... What are you doing?

I think there's some fruit
stuck in the plug.

Can you
do it later, please?

Really lodged in there.

It's really solid fruit.

Oh, my god.

Did anyone see that?

No one is gagging. At least
no customers are gagging.

Oh, my god. Is this
what my life has come to?

Oh, my god. Dead rodents
are really bad for business.

Can't work like this.

Alice.

So how did he get
your number?

I don't know.

Google?

Your phone number's
in Google?

What if he doesn't live up
to your memory of him?

He would have still
served his purpose.

Which is?

A reminder
of possibility.

Everything
all right here?

Yeah. Lovely.

Great.

Omni ma shivayar.

Omni ma shivayar.

Suze, could you please
wrap up the vessel?

Wash your hands
afterwards, please.

Abi, could you
disinfect yours?

- The vessel?
- Yes, Suzie.

That's all that poor rodent
is now... an empty vessel.

There's nothing
to be frightened of.

You know the feeling when you're
walking up the aisle of a plane

and you have to pee
and it's kind of embarrassing

because everybody knows you're
about to pull your pants down?

Well, that reminds me
of waitressing.

Everyone fucking knowing
that you're the one

whose career is either fucked
up or hasn't happened yet,

the one who is metaphorically pulling
your pants down eight times a week.

You've got to stop this.

God, he is so late.

Hello there.
Can I take your name, please?

Huston.

Excellent.
Come in.

Sir, if you'd like
to come round.

Three of them?
Only three old people?

And no Danny.

Career. That's what happens

when you lose control
of a car on a wet road

and it slams
into a brick wall.

Crash.

It's not going
to be easy going back

after all these years.

I don't know.

Sounds like you've
made up your mind, though.

It's not that simple.

Okay, just do
what you have to do, Rita.

Okay, Mrs. Clarity,

when was the last time you
knew what you really wanted?

I know exactly
what I want.

What?

I want to want the last
six years of my life

not to be a waste of time.

I wanna publish a book.
I wanna live a rewarding life.

And when was the last time
you wanted to make love?

- Rita.
- When?

Christ,
what I want is a clean pan.

Mineral water, please.

- Fissy.
- I'm sorry?

Fissy.

Fissy water.

Fissy. Oh. Fizzy.

Sure.

Is anyone else coming?

May I see
the wine list, my dear?

Sure. I'll get you one.

Anyone hungry?
Something to nibble?

I think we just wait
for Danny.

Sure.

I wonder if they're
his grandparents.

Oh, God, I hate it
when Madonna does

that "kneel down to take
their order" bullshit.

She looks so phony, like
everyone's on the same level.

I think they're
eastern European.

That doesn't surprise me.

Why?

Well, Danny Huston
looks kind of...

well, like he's
from Vienna or Bucharest

in about 1921.

That's incredibly specific.

I've never believed time
was linear.

Huh. So when am I from?

Well...

Hmm.

1953.

What was I doing in 1953?

- Waitressing.
- Huh?

In Minnesota.

That's a terrible date.
Give me another one.

You can't argue
with my dates.

Please, guys,
don't congregate.

There's work to be done.

Abi, bottle of Pinot,
table two, please.

Can I have some what?

Two cabernet
sauvignons, Abi.

- Rita, the tarts.
- Bream for number seven.

- Ten, Alice!
- Two tarts for table five.

Abi, come on.

Just not eating that salad.

I'm sorry.
There's grit on the salad.

Ah!

Abi!

I'll take your glass.

Chop, chop.

Turn it down!

Ah! Aah!

Right. I need two steaks,
medium rare, table two.

Ally, please, not burnt.

Ah!

Are you okay?

Never better.

You hear the news, Madonna?

There is an eagle loose.

There was a warning
for everybody with small dogs

to keep them inside.

You read it?

No, I didn't.
And to be honest, Rita,

I don't quite understand

why you're... sharing
this information with me.

Because nothing happens
like you think it will.

I mean, you have
a little dog, right?

And everybody saying
how cute it is.

And then, whoa,
an eagle takes it.

Man and eagle in the city.

Nature's coming. Whoa!

Whatever, Rita.

Ohh!

Table two.

You know, that actually
looks pretty good.

You're a genius, Alice.

Let go.

What's it like being you?

Hey, Alice.

Can you give Danny's
musical grandparents

some fancy toast or something
on the house while they wait?

Danny's
musical grandparents?

Uh-huh.

- Why?
- P.R.

Don't mention P.R.
in my kitchen.

Whoo. Al, your kitchen.

Anyway, it's not toast.

It's bruschetta.
Don't call me Al.

- Ooh!
- Ooh!

Jesus, Abi, as if I haven't
got enough to do here.

Come on. It's just
four bits of toast.

- Well, three at this point.
- Okay, okay.

If it'll shut you up.

You're an angel. He is
coming. The Iceman Cometh.

Christ, it's hot in here.

Could you not pick, please?
I'm running out of everything.

Can you get us
some drinks in here?

Couple of Cokes?

Thanks.

Mineral water. Sparkling.

Oh, come on, chef.
Go crazy. Have a Coke.

I've never had a Coke
in my life.

- Not even a sip?
- No.

But drinking Coke is like
getting your period.

It just happens.

Pepsi?

No.

Have you had McDonald's?

But you smoke, right?

It's human nature
to be inconsistent.

You know,

if every year you smoke

takes five years
off your life.

And I've
been smoking for...

38 years.

That means I have lost
one hundred and...

ninety years...

off my life.

That means
I should have died in...

1815.

Which was...

134 years before...

I was born.

Which I didn't.

So why worry?

Take that. Go, go.

It's on the house.

Oh, that's very kind.

Oh, um, we like to give it
to people who are waiting.

But we are
not waiting, are we?

Yes, you are, actually.

George,
Danny is coming.

I'm sorry.
I'd forgotten, yes.

So why did you
break up with him?

I left him. I didn't want
to be around when he left me.

But... but why... why do
you give free toast?

Well, it's bruschetta.

It's kind of complicated.

Like rocket science.

That is such
an easy clich�.

Clich�? No.
It is metaphor.

Actually,
it's not a metaphor.

Rocket science
is, literally, complicated.

Yet, as an expression,
it has become a clich�.

Get it!

Can I get anyone
anything else?

Oh, that was so disgusting.

Like a fat octopus

pouring itself
into a keyhole.

Abi, I think you and I really
need to have a talk later.

"Abi, I think you
and I really need..."

Abi, it's obvious that
you have personal issues,

but I really don't think it's
fair of you to take it out on...

I will not dignify
this abuse with a reply.

- That was a reply, Jane.
- What?

Your friend
from school told me.

Told you what?

That she once knew you
as Jane.

I'll not dignify this.

Do you have any idea
where my marzipan could be?

Abi, have you
seen my marzipan?

You think I'm fat?

That depends.

On what?

You're the type of girl
who's always too fat

because she always
thinks she's too fat.

It's like
your brain is fat.

I have a fat brain?

I thought you were
doing yoga to calm down.

Oh, it does calm me down.

But contorting my body
is not gonna get rid

of the wall-to-wall frustration
that carpets my fucking mind.

Well, don't
take it out on me.

Okay. Okay. God.

It's like a fucking
morgue in here.

You're such
a drama queen.

Did you just mutter at me?

You don't exactly encourage
people to speak their minds.

Okay. Fine.

I'm listening.
Talk. Talk to me.

What? What is it?
What do you want to tell me?

Fuck!

Abi, you're not
your best self tonight.

Is that breast milk I smell

on your gilded fucking lips?

How much have you
drunk tonight?

Come on, guys.

We are really not
functioning as a team here.

Fat brain. Fat brain?

Yes, fat. Fat, fat, fat!

Okay, I need two ros� and
three sparkling, please.

"...two ros� and
three sparkling, please."

I got to go pee.

What is wrong
with her tonight?

I think she's going through
some kind of crisis.

She's always going through
some kind of crisis.

Doesn't mean it's any less
of a crisis, does it?

Do you have any idea
where my marzipan could be?

Oh. Table 12.

And two lemon tarts
for nine, please.

Abi.

Abi, are you okay?

I'm sorry.
I was mean just then.

That's okay.

Two sparkling on seven?

I'm pre-menstrual.

Are you taking
evening primrose oil?

Yeah. I took some
in some vodka

before
I left home tonight.

Good.

Um...

Hi.

One minute of air.

Okay, one minute.

Old people are smug.

Musicians
are always smug, too.

Old musicians. What
a terrible smug combination.

Maybe they
are fantasists.

Danny is probably
in Los Angeles right now

having lunch
with a starlet.

- Is that still a term?
- What?

Starlet.

It's like, um...
It's like "kitchenette."

It's such a great word.

Oh, to be a starlet
with a kitchenette.

So why does this girl
in your book run away?

I don't know.

You have to have a clear idea
why things happen.

Otherwise, you are dealing
in generalities,

and the narrative
loses its punch.

But life has no plot.

And book is not life?

Books without plots
are boring.

I mean, is Anna Karenina
only the story

of a woman who threw
herself under a train?

Or is Ulysses
just about a day

in the life
of a man in Dublin?

Okay. Point taken.

Is The Great Gatsby
only about a rich man?

Okay, okay.

You're okay?

I'm fine.

Coming.

Alice, I know you've
been trying really hard.

I'm really so impressed

with how you've been
coping so amazingly well.

We just had another complaint
about the chicken.

Apparently,
it was burnt and raw.

Oh, God, burnt and raw.

It's actually quite
a difficult thing to do

if you think about it.

I had to have two
knocked off their bill.

Is something burning?

They're fine.

Burnt.

Chargrilled.

God!

Come on.
Don't listen to her.

The chicken looked good.

I keep thinking about this
cartoon I saw the other day.

It was two guys talking,
and one says to the other,

"Do you dwell on
the wasted years behind you

or the terrifying
years ahead?"

What are they
having again?

One bean starter.

One soup, two lamb,
three chicken, one salmon.

Take... Take a little sip.

I'm tired.

I'll do plates
and vegetables.

Get the chicken.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Okay.

Oh, okay.

Okay.

Alice, are you okay?

What's up, chef?

Abi.

What?

I think hysteria's
a fairly reasonable reaction

to working
in this shithole.

What's happened?

I'm sorry.

I'll be okay in a moment.

Did you burn
yourself again?

What would you care
if she burnt herself?

You care more
about the rubbish.

I quite simply reject
your anger, Rita.

Yeah, stop
trashing her, Rita.

My ex-agent
described my book

as a "saxophone solo
of misery"

and said
the publisher rejected it

because it was too French

and they didn't know
how they could market it.

Too French.

I was born
in fucking Crouch End.

�a va, �a va.

�a va, �a va.

Alice.

Have you got
the miasma of disgust?

I am fond of the oboe,
although I prefer the violin,

which I do play,
as does Cecile.

And Gaiog...

Gaiog is a percussionist.

The triangle is so unexplored
as an instrument,

don't you think?

Oh, you
couldn't be more right.

But if I could
have a word.

That other waitress

is just so rude.

I do apologize.

Yes. Very rude.

She, um...

She actually has
personal issues

to deal with
at the moment.

Her mother
is terminally ill,

so she's returning
to Quebec tomorrow.

There you go.

Thanks.
And the bill, please.

This is actually
her last shift.

I'll just go and check on your
order in the kitchen, okay?

I'll get you an ashtray.

Do you think
this fish looks okay?

Looks great.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Are the lights
really low out front?

Pretty low.

Suzie. Goddamn it.
She didn't even take the food.

Oh, please, don't cry.
It will be okay.

I'm not gonna cry.
I'm gonna commit murder.

Pick this food up now,

or I will bludgeon
you all to death.

That's the spirit.

Excuse me. Could you
please not do that?

We have to sweep it up,

and these floorboards
are like a billion years old.

My dear young lady.

We are sorry
about your mother,

but there's no need
to take it out on us.

My mother?

In Quebec.
A tragedy.

What?

Your colleague
told us

about your mother
in Quebec.

My mother is fine.

And I am not Canadian.

That was
a direct sabotage

on any chance
I might have with him.

I was trying to deal
with those clients.

Quebec? My mother
has a terminal illness?

And by the way,
I cannot stand

the way you keep using
the word "excellent" tonight.

What's wrong with
the word "excellent"?

Please take these meals.

You have never said the word
"excellent" before tonight.

- Admit it.
- You are insane.

- Abi. Abi, Abi, Abi. - Has Miss Jane
ever said the word "excellent"?

That does sound odd
from your lips, I must agree.

Can I have two lemon tarts,
please? Table six.

Abi. Abi, come quickly.

You don't need
an acting job, Abi.

You never
stop performing.

Oh, well, I'd better
call Equity then

because life
ain't paying me right.

Excellent.

Okay. Let's get
the desserts out.

Okay.

You are a champion.

They left
just as he arrived.

He looked kind of sad
and thoughtful.

I kept buzzing you.

What are you doing?

Abi.

I just wanted
to tell you all

it's my birthday today.

I'm...

25.

Get dressed.

I guess none of you know

that I trained as an actor
for three years...

Alice, Rita. Alice,
Rita, come out front now.

in New York.

I've had enough.

But those creative,
giddy Lee Strasberg days

are but a distant memory.

Now I can't even afford
my flight home.

Please get dressed.

I have a huge debt.

Get dressed.

I've just had
my electricity disconnected.

Please.

My Visa bill
is at 17.9% interest.

I have been a waitress
for about 10 years now,

and the only job

that I have been offered
recently is in porn.

So what I really
wanted to ask you all

is if anyone has any tips
on how I might change my life,

I would really
appreciate hearing them.

Perhaps you didn't hear me.

But as one miserably
failed human being

to a bunch of probably
enormously successful ones...

which you must be
if you can afford to eat

in this overpriced,
rat-infested shithole...

I'm merely asking
what the fuck am I meant to do

with my life.

Just keep walking.

I am so sorry.

Nothing like this
has ever happened before.

Just gather up
your things.

- I'm so sorry. Um...
- Good night.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

I've never seen anything
like it in my life.

Do you wanna go
somewhere else?

Major muff.

I have no fucking power.

Oh, you do.
You're like Carrie.

You know what you
should do tomorrow?

What?

You should go
to the museum

and look
at really old things.

It'll put everything
in perspective.

What, so that
I can fully realize

how totally insignificant I am
in the grand scheme of things?

Exactly.

You're such
a fucking victim, Abi.

Alice.

Here's your bonus.
Thanks again.

All things considered,
you were great.

You'll all
be pleased to know

that thanks to Abi's
performance tonight,

we've made about �10
in tips in total.

You're so anguished
and artistic,

but all you're really
good at is complaining.

Wow. You think
I'm good at something.

Do you know, Abi, you've never
been anything but rude to me?

Have you ever asked me about the
dreams and hopes of my life journey?

Hmm? Do you even know
my girlfriend's name

or whether she still
is my girlf...

Do I have sisters?
Was I beaten as a child?

I am 23 today.

No. You are fired!

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Ladies.

I had some
friends here earlier.

One of them lost
a libretto.

I don't suppose
you've seen it.

Anyone seen a libretto?

No. Sorry.

No?

What a shame.

What the hell
is going on here?

Al Bowlly.

You know Al Bowlly?

Oh, yes, of course.

Wrote hits,
died in the Blitz.

Whether to 40
a husband and wife.

Whether to 50
a Darby and Joan.

There's one thing certain...

that you have to own.

Yes, and you, my dear.

And you.

They're fresh.

Ma, you okay?

I'm fine.

I...

I really hate this...

bloody job.

Let's go.

So you're really
going to Chile?

Correct.

And this doesn't
terrify you?

Of course it does.

It fills me
with fear and dread.

So...

remind me why
it's worth it again.

Because fear and dread

mingled with
an overwhelming memory

of intense
sexual compatibility

is more appealing to me now
in this moment of time

than the crushing
predictability

of everyday life.

Okay.

Sounds like a plan.

No, I really think maybe
we should go somewhere

and have a beautiful
drink like a bellini.

Or... I don't know.

Why are you saying all
the time, "I don't know"?

You know, I don't know.

They serve bellinis
at the Cafe de Paris.

The Cafe de Paris
it is, then.

I can tidy up tomorrow.

Alice, Rita, you coming?

- You're paying?
- No.

Oops.

Maybe we should
all go dancing.

What's a bellini?

Champagne and peach juice.

Oh.

Named after
a painter in Venice.

He painted
beautiful clouds.

All kind of colors.

Yellow, red, purple, rose.

So beautiful.

Is everyone invited?

If they keep
their clothes on.

So, Madonna,
you got any sisters?

I do, actually.

Two.