All language subtitles for Delicatessen (1991).en

Two pounds. And fat ones.

That’s shoulder, right?

The Kube brothers’ usual.
Tell me about it!

How much?

Two measures.

Well, Mr Interligator ….

—How’s your wife doing?
—Poorly.

Roger, your muffler.

I’ve got it!

She tried to take her life again?

Thank heaven, she’s alive.

Butcher,

I think you’ve got
a customer coming.

Who’s next?

I am!

That for me?

At your service.

Put it on my bill.

We know where she keeps
her bill alright!

Your turn!

Carburettor’s acting up again.

That’ll cost you ….
The ride, plus luggage ….

How’re you paying?

Lentils?

That’s all I’ve got.

Listen …. Those shoes there
would do the trick ….

Closed!
That’s all today.

I didn’t come for that.

Anyway, I don’t eat meat.
I came about the ad.

What ad?

In the paper.

What paper?

“Hard Times”.

“Light building maintenance.
Odd jobs.

“Room and board.
Southern exposure.”

It’s the right place, №129A?

Here or there, this is nowhere.

There’s no neighbour hassle!

And no visitors.

Well … I must’ve made a mistake.

Not so fast! If I got you right,
you’re looking for a job?

Come here.

Turn around.

Pardon?

Turn around!

What do you weigh?

137 … 140. Why?

You’re no heavyweight!
I’ve got work.

—But it takes muscle.
—No problem.

I’m a butcher
but I don’t mince words.

You don’t seem to be cut out
for the job.

You don’t have the bones,
the chest ….

I’ll try you out,

but you’ll have to bust your arse!

What a stroke of luck!

Thanks.

Come on.

So what does the work involve?

Light building maintenance.
Odd jobs.

Room and board.
Southern exposure.

Like in the ad?

How about that?
Just like the ad!

Watch it, there’s a loose step.
You’ll fix it with the rest:

paint, electricity, cleaning ….

The works!

You’ll like it there.

And there’re no neighbours opposite.

Hang the key there.

I’ll let you get settled.

Thanks.

How’re things in town?

Terrible.

With rationing, people’d eat
their shoes. It’s touchy.

They have no smarts.

It’s a mess.
And till things grow back ….

They’ll never grow back.

You’re no optimist.

Get that into your skull,
for christ-sake!

Your hair isn’t growing back.

Same difference.

Can’t we open the window
Five minutes?

I like the smell of glue.

It smells like fish.
It brings back memories.

What do you think of the new guy?

You deaf?

He’s skinny.

Thinking about her again?

They say she hears voices now.

Is it too much effort
to put that closer?

Hi.

Forget it, she’s deaf as a post.

If she gets lost, we’ll find her.

Go back home, there’s nothing left.

I’m telling you
there’s nothing left!

You finished?

Don’t stay up there.
Fix the Third floor bulb.

—Hi, Butcher!
—Hi, Postman!

—Got a parcel for your daughter.
—Upstairs.

—Watch the step.
—Mind your business!

Go for it, Marcel!

Grab it!

—I’ve got it!
—Throw it here!

You bastard!

Postal Administration!

Article 12.

“You have 20 seconds to scatter
and return to your homes.”

Now!

You have no kids to feed.

That means kids, too!

Can’t you read, idiot?

—“Julie Clapet”.
—He’s a friend.

A friend?

Here, ….

Sign here, Julie.

I call you Julie because I like you.
But I won’t rush you.

See you soon, Julie.

Here …. For the ad.

At your service.

That new guy looks weird.

—An ex-circus man!
—From the circus?

It must be nibbles.
That’s why they ….

Would you care to taste them?

Yes! I’d love to.

Then seven o’clock at my place,
time to prepare.

—Say, he after her?
—After who?

Your girl. She’s sure a cute
young lady. She needs someone ….

She’s got me! Got that?

By the way, I’ve got news.

They shot one down two days ago.
A superb 30-yard moving target.

—No body?
—They cart their dead away.

Vermin! They say
they even eat money.

Got to get rid of them for good,
see?

Those seed-eating faggots ….
They’ll get it, alright!

Bye, Butcher!

Bye, Postman!

Think it’s for tonight?

I hope so.

Goddamn butcher,
I know he won’t do it tonight.

He dawdles just to piss me off!

It works!

What’s he waiting for?

For the new guy to escape
in a garbage can, too?

How long did he last us?

A week.

Not counting the bouillon.

A week. We finished
the last chunk two days ago.

I’m hungry!

I have a pit inside!

A fucking hell of a pit!

My dear Hercules ….

Every man for himself ….

It’s me.

Hi!

Come in.

Please, come in.

This is for you.

Thanks.

Sit down.

Did you paint this?

Yes …. It’s nothing much.

That’s alright.

I made tea.

Shall I pour it?

Yes, please.

I hope you don’t find me
too forward.

Not at all. Why should I?

A girl invites you to her home ….
A bit improper, maybe?

Well, actually ….

I wanted to thank you
for this morning.

Thank me for what?

You rescued my package
in the stairs.

I was moved by your gesture.

It’s only natural.

But usually,
people only think of themselves …

… these days.

It’s normal,
they have nothing.

Deep down, they’re good people.

I’m glad they like me.

They’re very kind.

Things are fine with your dad, too.

I believe he thinks I’m a nice guy.

Why not try gourmet cheese spread?

That’s new!

And it’s handy.

They talk to me about you.

Who?

The voices in my head.

Of course, the voices!
What do they say?

Let me think ….

They talk in such a way ….

Do they talk about love?

“Robert is a pervert, an arse-wipe,
a panty-eater.” See?

But that’s not true!

Aurore,
you’re missing something hilarious!

Anyway, I have no choice.
Here …. Tomorrow, at eleven sharp.

Ring! Don’t let me down.

“Ass-wipe”?

Move out? What for?
I’ve just moved in!

This place isn’t that great:

it’s unsanitary,
the walls are crumbling, it leaks ….

Maybe you don’t like me?

You act as if
you want me to leave ….

On the contrary!

That’s not what I meant.

It does that sometimes.

Did I hurt you?

I’m alright.

We really bumped.

I’m so clumsy.

Don’t budge.

I’m blind as a mole.
Everything’s foggy.

I could get lost in it.

Since I break things,
I always buy two.

You play the cello?

I play music, too.

Wait, I’ll be back.

Shit, not again!

What’re you doing?

—I wanted to take a bath.
—Again?

You sharpen your knives enough!

A musical saw!

It has a nice sound.

Sit down.

I used to play it with the Doctor.

Livingstone … “Dr Livingstone”!

He was my partner.

It’ll rust now that he’s gone.

Where did he go?

He disappeared after a show ….
We only found his carcass.

They ate him.

Can you imagine, they ate him!

That night, I lost everything.
So, the first ad I read …

… and here I am.

I must tell you something.

Hush …. Listen!

Do you know that tune?

It was his favourite.

Notice how the nights are clear?

We’re entering the Virgo age.
That’s my sign.

—No joke?
—I swear it: Virgo, ascendant Leo.

Cut it out, not everyone’s Gorilla,
ascendant Bulldozer!

I’m in luck,
there’s lots in store:

“Get ready, the wind’s shifting.”

You’d like to pack up and leave,
right?

You wouldn’t get far. It’s worse
out there, they draw straws.

It’d be a shame
to see those hams go.

And those little sucklings ….

Don’t joke about that, I hate it.

You’re better off here.

At least, we’ve got a system.

My arse! Those helpers you off
are drawing straws, too.

That’s fate!

And you can’t help fate.

Just like you said:

the wind’s shifting.

Everyone’s gonna get it.

Mr Louison, I’m not supposed
to tell you, but …

… what happened to your friend
happens here.

It takes place at night
in the stairs.

That’s why no one goes out.

And my father ….

Soporific herbs

Hi!

—I’m here for the springs.
—Come in.

This is an antique!
It has seen a lot of use.

What’s the problem?

It squeaks. That’s a pain.

Could you bounce just a little?

I can’t see anything.

It does it most …

… when there’re two of us.

Let’s try it.

As I thought,
the second spring to the right.

Come, Aurore ….

We are here …

… to help you ….

Come ….

Freed from life ….

Come with us, Aurore ….

Soothed ….

Come at eleven sharp.
Ring hard!

Rotten world ….

That should do it.

—Here ….
—Thanks.

What are Troglodytists?

Outlaws. It’s the big story,
but no one sees them.

Tales to keep people busy.

A typical Capricorn statement!

You lose, I’m Aquarius.

The sign of the future!

The future …

It’s soon history around here.

It’s so easy to miss a step.

Don’t worry about me.

You little brats, give that back!

Quit sneering,
or I’ll whack you one!

I’ll beat one with the other!

Give that back,
I won’t stand for it!

Nice work!

Little rug-rats,

how’ll we get it down?

This is a job for the Australian!

The Australian?

Stand back.

That’s some tool!

The Australian is nothing
without its master.

How about that!

So, Tapioca, you find a job?

No, not yet.

That’s bad news,
your bill’s running up.

Not to mention the rent.

I’m in a bit of a fix.
But I’ve got some good stuff.

Have a look?

Black market? You’re a louse!

But take a look.

What’s that?

A rat-call. That’s the female cry.
It attracts males.

But there’re no rats left.
And that?

That is a bullshit detector.

Try it.

Try what?

Give me some bullshit.
Come on!

I can’t do it on cue.

“Life is beautiful.”

A bullshit of a detector!

Turn it off!
We can’t hear a thing.

If you can’t pay up,
we’ll have to find a way.

Fast. Otherwise
you’ll wind up hooked to me.

Very funny!

What about that clown?
He’s been around long enough.

We’re edgy.

Don’t care!
He’ll redo the ceilings.

Meanwhile, he takes root
and we wither away.

I have mouths to feed.

I bet! The granny’s, for instance.

Why do you mention her?

I know why.

What do you mean?

Want to pay up? Give up granny.

Tonight.

Take it easy!

She’s one of ours. The rules say ….

The rules ….

Age limit is a rule, too.

Soon she won’t be good
for much more than marrow paste.

She’s my mother-in-law!

Take Mrs Interligator,

—that’s what she wants!
—Quit yelling.

—It would be charity.
—Please.

Interligator needs his wife.

And he’s a good tenant he pays!

The damn rich always manage.

With your debts, you’ve no choice.
Need I insist?

It’s you, Julie ….

You scared me.

Counting your money again?

Yes. Tell me ….

It’s rare to see you here.

That’s nice of you.

Like your gift?

It must’ve cost you.

Anything to make you happy.

You’ve loved candy
since you were little.

But I don’t like it anymore.

Let him go.

You always ask that.
It’s the same thing each time.

No, this time ….

So it is different.

Just look at you! I see his game.

Making your head spin
with his puppy eyes, his dreams ….

—There’s no room for dreams!
—Stop it!

It’s a tough world,
and I didn’t make it.

You hate my trade.

It’s an art like any other!

Let him go.

And you’ll go with him?
You won’t last two weeks.

And I won’t lose you.

You lost me long ago!

Julie!

Troglodytism:
An underground organization?

Hi, girl.

Guess what?
We’ll play a game.

I scare you, you scream,

and the clown upstairs

runs down to your rescue.

Shall we start?

What’s wrong?

Don’t just stare!

Scream, dammit!

You come from N.E. sector

just to bug us about
your Mr Whosit’s troubles?

Mr Louison.

Don’t know him! No more names,
no more I.D.s. We’re at war.

You’re outlaws!

He’s Rolls. I’m January.

Voltange. Rolan.
Tourneur. Milan. Trap.

Pank. Fox. Paumeau.

We watch out for moles,
from up there.

You could be one!

I’m not a liar. It’s true!

You, a surfacer, talk about truth?

Look.

Know what this is?

The shirt
of our brother Matt.

Shot point blank like a rabbit.

That’s truth!

Live game, that’s what we are.

And you’re mad predators.

—I’m not, I swear!
—You’re one of them:

a meat-sucker!

Is that the way you talk to ladies
in your rathole?

Careful!
Oh, my God!

Tell Calamity Jane to straighten out
or he’ll break loose.

Got it.

There’s a month’s harvest there.

Plus the risks involved.

—Matt died for that.
—Tell her.

Corn!

There’s plenty in my building.

30 huge bags
in my father’s basement.

What’s whosit look like?

His name’s Louison.

The guy we’re supposed to grab.

May I help you?

It’s just an old coffee grinder.

Coffee? Some have it made!

So we went our for a walk
last night? A long one, too!

There’s ruckus, there’re screams ….

This place is really hopping!

Your dad may work at night,
but still!

Oh, Julie!

You okay?

Sorry, I was rehearsing
a new number.

Wait!

Here ….

Didn’t you hear anything last night?

After your herbs, you kidding?

A teapot a night, as you prescribed.

I’ll bring you more,
you’re almost out.

You should drink some,
you look overwrought.

Cheer up, she died a natural death.

Come on.

Still,

I’d’ve liked to say goodbye.

We’ll do that right now.

My poor Robert ….

What made you rush
onto the stairs at night?

I did it for Aurore.
I wanted to save her.

She wasn’t the one who screamed!

Anyway …. Here!

Still, I did it for her.

Besides, the butcher was
very decent. He apologized.

Invite you to dinner?
Well, I haven’t much ….

Fine! We’ll feel lighter.

Nine o’clock, right?

Sharp! I’m very punctual.
Rather rare for a girl, no?

For a girl, you’re rather rare!

I owe you a lot, you know.

Did you forgive?

Livingstone?

One must always forgive.

Depends. It’s not always possible.

Don’t say that.
No one is entirely evil.

It’s circumstance.

Or they don’t realize
they’ve done wrong.

36th sector, 5th division,
Wriggler’s Avenue.

What’d that girl say?

The girl!

Sector 3/4, 69 N.E.

Albumin Square, here!

Let’s go!

Scout to Sauce-Master.

Heading to target, 69 N.E.

Sauce-Master to Scout,

read you, Roger.

Watch your steaks, guys!

Come, Aurore ….

They are the Worm,

you are the Fruit!

Again? Shoot!

It’s rather quiet.

No! Not Father’s clubs!

Yes, your father’s clubs!

See who’s on T.V. tonight?

—I don’t have a T.V.
—Look!

That’s your next customer,
isn’t it?

I’ll be damned!

I’ve got to take off.

No offence, but permit me

to come back tonight

and pay my respects
to your daughter.

Dangerous, what’s that?

Audacious, we’re that!

Courageous, I’ll take three.

Generous, You, You, You, and me!

Scout to Sauce-Master:

corn located at site.

I repeat: corn located.

Proceeding with mission, phase B.
Target: Louison.

I repeat: target, Louison.

An ambush!

Aurore, what’s wrong now?

Georges ….

Throw in your apron?

Now I’ve heard everything!

It’s been on my mind a while ….
We’re ageing,

I’m losing my touch.
And so many victims ….

I feel sorry for them.

Sorry? That’s not like you at all!

No one’s entirely evil.
It’s circumstance.

Or you don’t realize
you’ve done wrong.

Some say you have to forgive.
You forgive me?

An old bastard like you?

I bet I could.

You’re a doll.

The guys you offed wouldn’t forgive.

Or you’d have to insist!

Only Julie could forgive me.

You’ve asked her?

She won’t ever.

You’re her father.

She won’t even speak to me.

Want me to see her?
I could talk to her.

She only thinks about that Louison.

He’s not a bad guy, after all.

By the way, he’s on T.V. tonight.

Why don’t you go tell him?

I bet he doesn’t even know.
He’s head is in the clouds ….

Really, you should eat something.

Not hungry!

Fox!

You’ve been hiding things:
you’re on T.V. tonight.

How about that! Livingstone ….

The Criekville Casino …

I remember: we had a hit
with the Tica Tica Walk.

Tica Tica, what?

Oh, shit!

That’s your new number?

Let me explain …

Sorry to disturb you!

I goofed again!

He has clown shoes alright.

Mission accomplished.
Call in the others.

Recipe 8.
Cordon Bleu to Sniper.

Artichoke Heart Soufflé:

Quiet down!

Artichoke Heart Soufflé:

Preparation, H minus 35 minutes.

Throw in the onions.

Simmer the snipers.

Cover them for 15 minutes.

I repeat for 15 minutes.

H minus 20 minutes:
stir the sauce.

I repeat: H minus 20 minutes.

Circus Stars

Julie! I didn’t think you’d come.

I’ll have a cup of tea.

Pardon?

I’ll have a cup of tea.

A cup of tea?

You have ….

I’ll have one, too.

Yes, a nice cup of tea!

Aurore …

Come watch, it’s captivating!

Come, Aurore …

Come …

I got contact lenses.

They’ll make us weep
and tremble …

Here’s Stan and Livingstone!

You didn’t tell me!

Julie …

Livingstone …

Livingstone …. Julie ….

What a pain!

It’s the antenna, Pop!

What a drag!

It’s the antenna.

Go straighten the wire.

In this storm? No way!

Bastard!

It’s the antenna, with the wind.

Louison!

Aurore …

Come …

It’s so much better,
here with us …

Come …

Louison!

Come back!

I can’t hear you.

Come back!

Go inside, Julie.

Watch out!

Mr Louison?

To the right!

More!

Okay.

That’s it. Perfect.

Perfect!

Don’t move!

Georges …

Aurore …

No more Robert …

I fell.

That pervert.

… who just wants to sink you

in the mire,

drag you in the sewer,
fill you with manure …

So it was you!

It was you all along!

I swear I’ll explain.

—Bastard!
—It comes from downstairs.

You’ll hurt your leg, Robert.

Stop!

Help!

You scum! Son-of-a-bitch!

I fell.

Yes, Aurore.

I wanted to stand on the chair,
I fell.

Yes, Aurore.

The Troglos!

The Troglos are kidnapping someone!

Nice of you to make coffee.

Expecting company?

Undress.

Julie, come on!

The Interligator woman
blew herself sky high.

She took her husband with her.
The place is in flames.

Stop them! Robert!

What’re you doing here?

Wipe that stuff off now,

and go home immediately,
hear me?

Take that lipstick off!

And you, I’ll skin you alive!

Wait, I’ll get you!

I’ll get you!

Who’s coming?

Snipers!

How did it go? Alright?

Everybody okay?

Look what I found.

And the others?

Here they come.

How did it go?

They were all arms …
A real joy ride!

And we’re all here.

Shit!

Where’d she come from?

Shit!

Is that the guy
you were supposed to grab?

Is that the one you located?

—Can you explain?
—What?

Wasn’t that the plan?

“Albumin Square. Name: Louison.”

Here, that’s what it says.

It also says, “Sex: male.
Shoes: clown’s.”

What do you say to that?

We’d better check.

Sex: male!

So?

Look in the package, and tell me
if the sex is male. Alright?

That’s not my job. Mission Louison
was the package. You got it.

Is the sex in the package male,
or not?

Who knows?

Sorry Louison,
it goes with the job.

I’m in a loony bin!

I’ve had it with this bullshit!

There’s been a mistake, let me go!

See guys, pure female!

Cordon Bleu calling Onion Snipers …

Artichoke Heart,

I repeat: Artichoke Heart
in immediate danger!

Cordon Bleu calling Onion Snipers …

Artichoke Heart in immediate danger!

We’ll pick ’em off like flies.

Must be cooking up there.

Count on those weirdos,

they’ll fix your buddy for good.

What do you say? We go?

Of course we’re going!

All together!

Doesn’t she ever shut up?

They play too rough.

A contract

is a contract.

Who’s not in?

Rap, you come with me.

Milan, Fox, Tourneur …

Take the others. Move it!

What about me?

Don’t forget me!

What about me?

Bastards!

In case I don’t come back.

Open up!

You dimwit, give up,
we’ll let you go.

We won’t touch you.

We’ll forget the whole thing.

Alright?

I need my cleavers! All of them!

Right, the cleavers!
We’ll slaughter them!

Think you’re on a safari, bitch?

That’s my wife!

No men or women now,
only volunteers!

Precisely!

Obedient ones.

Touch one,

just one hair on my daughter,
and I’ll slice you into pieces.

Go get my cleavers. Hoof it!

On the double!

Where are you?

I don’t like this.

It won’t be long now.

Julie, get away!

It’s me they’re after.

Don’t cry, I’ll manage.

Don’t cry.

It’s my contacts.

What?

There’s only one thing to do …

Go on, push!

Push!

What’re you up to?

Move your arse.

I can’t, I’ve gained weight.

Tourneur, wait!

Wait …. Come back!

Shit, Tourneur’s been hit!

Hey, Postman …. Things okay?

I got one. Come see.

Those monsters are everywhere.

They’ve lost one,
they won’t be back.

Good old Tourneur …. Hang on!

That lead weighs you down …

No other damage?

We’ll clear you out.

You’ll be alright?

Let’s get this over with!

Come on, push!

Let me by!

There’s water leaking.

What the hell are they doing?

Stand back.

What’re they up to?

Marcel!

You alright, Marcel?

Come on, get up.

Get up!

Go on! Go!

Julie, follow me!

Careful!

About time!

Miss Plusse,

you’re a dragonfly
in mating season …

So an old toad like me …

Beat it, old jerk, I’m busy.

Let the lady by, will you?

I go from one sewer to another ….
Just my luck!

I despise you, I hate you!

This time, you’re done for, Clown.

No more bullshit!

You’re gonna sing my song!

A cleaver, dammit!

Move it!

—Take this.
—You, here?

This is a job for the Australian.

Anyway,

you come in handy.

Holy shit!

Goddamn Troglos!

Bastards … my Julie!

My Julie ….

It’s your fault, you’ll pay!

Have I got something here?

Answer me, meat-head!

You, tell me ….

I’m not dreaming:
I’ve got something, right?