All language subtitles for La.Cocina.2024.WEB.Dream.Eng

Excuse me, where's 49th?

That train? Over there.

You're gonna go a few stops...

I don't speak English.

49th.

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?

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'm know I'm not.

Life in Times Square
is not just about living here.

It's about the extravagant part
of knowing 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, thought.

See, I'm just one of the fortunate
who God knew where his square was.

Not to be in a center block,
cell block, prison block,

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

It's all about what you want to be
out of life

when you're not thinking
about being a square.

So, you've got to wonder,
what is Times Square about?

Is it about the people?

The euphoric life we've 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 are 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 an angle that you don't know
which way you're going.

Remember what I told you.

Time's inevitable.

Thanks.

Hello, The Grill?

The Grill?

The Grill?
You looking for The Grill?

Girl, you're right in front of it.

Hey!

Can I come in?

It's closed. Closed.

I need to come in. How do I come in?

Left.

Behind.

- Behind?
- Behind.

Excuse me, is this The Grill?

What?

Is this The Grill?

Yeah, The Grill is here.

I'm here to work with Pedro Ruiz.
Do you know him?

- Are you friends with Pedro?
- Pedro Ruiz.

If I had to put money on it,
I'd say Pedro ain't in yet.

What time's your appointment?

Work, you came for work, right?

Work, yes. Work.

Come on.

You wait here and someone
will see you soon, okay?

Here. There.

Thanks.

- My name is Nonzo.
- Estela.

Estela? That's a beautiful name.

Do you know the song
"Stella by Starlight?"

Have you seen Stella by starlight

With the moon in her hair

No?

Alas!

That's Stella by starlight

Raptures so rare

Hey...

Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

Sorry?

Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

No.

I don't work here.

Yet.

At what time is your appointment?

No, I don't have one.

They just told me to come.

They don't see you without an appointment.

Yes?

I have an appointment
for an interview at 9:00 a.m.

For front of house.

Okay, so I've got...

Citlali Posadas at 8:30 a.m.

and a Laura Arias at 9:00 a.m.

Yeah, I'm Laura.

So let's start with you, Citlali.

Are you coming in?

Take a seat.

Okay.

Citlali, Citlali... Where are...?

Here you are.

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

You want to work back of the house,
that's good.

Okay, so what's your age?

You didn't fill in your age.

Your age is "mhm"?

Age.

20. Well, almost 20.

20 or almost 20?

You know you can't work here
if you're not of legal age.

What is that?

Legal age?

21 one. What do you think?

- It's bad.
- Right?

I mean for you guys.

It's your loss.

You're a feisty one, huh?

Shit.

I like that. I like that.

So, Citlali Posadas,
do you have any experience in the field?

Yes, I cooked at Sanborns for two years.

Sanborns?

Shit!

We've got a fucking three star
Michelin chef over here.

God damn! Okay.

Do you have a boyfriend, Citlali?

You're very pretty.

Don't worry, I'm just joking.

Okay, show me your SSN.

Social security number.

Pedro told me you were hiring.

- Pedro?
- Pedro Ruiz.

Do you know him?

He's my friend. Of course.
Why didn't you start with that?

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

Okay, listen closely.
This is what we'll do, okay?

I'm going to let you go get your SSN
and bring it here, okay?

There's a telecenter on 49th Street.

They can sell you one for $50.

They will tell you how it works.

But there's one issue.

Luis, got a minute?

Not really.

- I've got a little problem.
- Okay.

- Privately.
- She can't understand you, 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 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 to come and see you.
- Not now.

- That's fucking great!
- Luis...

Something about the soda machine.

Yes, Cherry Coke's fucked again.
Someone broke the fucking machine.

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 get you later.
- Luis...

- I didn't break the fucking thing.
- I'll get you later, Samira!

I had nothing to do with it.

- Rashid!
- There's a woman asking for you.

Take Citlali to the dressing room
and show her how to get started.

And the lady too, Miss Arias.
She's starting today.

What am I, a fucking tourist guide?

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

Samira will get you to get changed
and get started.

Welcome to The Grill.

Excuse me,
I was told the interviews were here.

Have an appointment?

I'm late because I got lost in the subway.

I can't help you, honey. Sorry.

I'm very disappointed, Mark.

I know, I feel the same. 800 bucks!

No, I meant you not coming to me first.

We could have sorted this out
without bothering the man

and now I'm gonna look like a, like a...

- Fool.
- Fuck.

Good morning.

Please, close the door.

Sabotage.

That's what this is. Sabotage.

So I looked through the logs, and yes,

it looks like we have a thief
in The Grill.

That's a shame.

It is a shame, I agree.

It would also be a shame

if I was a manager
and this happened on my watch.

So it looks like it happened
at close of night shift?

That's right.

This is registers one and two.

These are three and four.

And...

Registers five and six.

Register five is $823.78 short.

Here, take my money.

No, go ahead, take it.

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

It's all the same to you, no?

No, sir, no.

And now we have to handle it.

I'm not calling the police over $800.

We have people
with too much to lose out there.

I want a confession
in the thief's own words.

I want them to admit they stole from me.

Then we'll let them go quietly
and pay them for the day.

Yes, sir.

Ratón!

Good morning, Mr. Rashid.

Ratón, you...

You worked last night's shift?

Yes, sir.

Did you see who stayed to close?

No, sir. I left before.

I don't know.

You want me to find out?

- Ratón.
- Yes, sir?

Answer me this.

If you have only one match
and you walk into a dark, cold room

where there's a fireplace,
a lamp of oil and a candle,

which do you light first?

Fireplace, lamp of oil or candle?

Think about it.

Ames, Ames,
ready for Kokie's tonight?

My God, so ready for Kokie's!
Do you have a song?

Thanks for not narcing.

For not talking, I mean. Thanks.

I don't like lies.

My mom lied to me.
She said she was fine.

Now her cancer spread
all over her body.

So...

Samira, what happened last night
with Pedro and Max?

I don't know. They fight.

Pedro's a fucking idiot, he just like...

Motherfucker!

Want to see a woman, bitch?

That motherfucker!

Jesus! Fuck's sake!

What fight? Why did they fight?

Pedro pushes Max, he falls.

So Max slaps Pedro on the face.

He gave him a cut with his ring,
it was an accident.

And Pedro grabs a knife.

Everybody runs to stop them. The end.

Yeah, but why did 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 Mexicans is what.

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

Hey, bitch.

We're asking why Pedro pulled a knife
on Max yesterday.

- Why, Jules?
- You know.

- You know.
- Max just ain't over Julia yet.

Why don't you quit being a nosy whore
and throw me a fucking cigarette?

Yes!

- With your hand!
- Do the trick, do the trick!

- I'm not your fucking clown!
- Just do it!

Do it, do it, do it!

Fine.

Pathetic.

Hey, has anyone heard from Meghan?

Jules, you're gonna cover
for her tonight.

No, no, I can't.

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

- It's not my problem.
- She's not sick, she's bulimic.

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

Sorry, Jules, you're on the floor.
Full shift tonight.

Trish, no, no, no.
I've got to do this...

I've got to do this thing later today.

Do your thing in the break and come back
for the evening shift.

I'm gonna do it, but I'm just not sure
if I'll be able to come back after.

I promised Abe that I'd leave early.

If you can't work, then go home.
I don't have time for special requests.

Come on, I didn't say that.

All right then.

Hey, Mexican.
You're new front of house, right?

- I'm Dominican.
- Come with me.

All right, hurry up, bitches.

It's ten past,
everyone on the floor now.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How far along?

How far along are you?

We should go, we're gonna be late.

- Hey, blondie... Do you know Pedro Ruiz?
- Who?

Pedro Ruiz. Do you know where he is?

I don't know him.

Do not let people go in the bathroom.

Trust me. It's not a nice thing.

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 just a job.

So, if anybody knows anything at all
about this money,

any little thing,
you make sure it gets told.

Understand?

Yes, chef.

I just want to say, if I may, chef,

that I am conducting an investigation...

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

Answer his little questions.
Come right back.

'Cause it's a fucked up day
to be understaffed, I swear to Christ.

It really is. If I may...

I just want to tell you guys
that I'm sure it wasn't anyone

from the back house

and that you guys are people...

- All right, get back...
- Everybody get back to work right now.

Yes, chef.

Hey, Mexican!

Where the fuck did you go?

Don't you know which station you're on?

We'll find you one, come.

- Hey, Samira!
- What?

What happened between the Mexican
and the American?

No, not you too.

Come on! Tell us!

- Come on!
- What?

When gossip spreads to the rats,
that's when we're fucked.

Come on! Please tell us!

- We had a deal!
- I don't have time for this.

Peterson and Jonas.
You be nice to them, okay?

Friends. Good friends.

Come on.

So, that's Nonzo over here.

He works desserts.

Stella by Starlight.

There's no work in desserts.

Dessert station is full, okay?

Another station. Another one.

Salads, me. Only me.

That's Martín. He works pizzas.

Hi.

This is the grill.

Here is 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 women leave you.

Excuse you.

This is Ramírez. Sandwiches.

What about me?

Hey, what did the blond guy say?

- Liridon, frying station.
- No, no, station's complete.

Salvador, are you in pasta today?

Yes. Pastas.

What's up, friend?
Where are you from?

From Huauchinango.

So you know him?

Okay, good, good.
She's with you today.

What? Hey, no, don't do this!
What can I do with her?

Come on, assholes!
Let's get to work!

Earn your keep, shitstains!

What happened, Pedro?

You fall off your bed?

Don't mess with me.
I woke up on the wrong side...

Of your head.

Of my soul, Donny,
which is harder to fix.

Look, man. It's the new girl.
Deal with her.

No. What do you expect me to do?

Whatever, don't be late next time.

No, no way. Keep her.
It's Friday. Keep her.

I don't need her.

Pedro. Man, don't you recognize me?

Are you Mom's daughter?

Marta's daughter, yes.

The brother's sister?

Sergio's, yes. Of course.

And Granny's granddaughter.

Which one?

Batman's.

I'm Estela.

Ramos!

Estelita.

Your mom told me to come find you.

At The Grill. That's what she said.

"Pedro will get you a job," she said.

My mom said that?

Don't you remember me?

When I was two, you and Mau
used to climb my Aunt Bibi's tree.

You'd pick chilis and put them
in my mouth pretending it was candy.

It cracked you up to watch me cry.

Look.

Your mom sent you these.

From home, she said.

No way! I carried cilantro all this way?

This is the best fucking pepperleaf
in all of Puebla.

Could you have squished it any more?

Is this you?

It was me.

GOD BLESS YOU.
MOM.

Estelita.

Estelita!

Can you cook?

A little.

Where did you come from?

Huauchinango, dude.

No, you idiot. Which restaurant?

From the Sanborns in Puebla.

A fucking Michelin chef.

Hey! We have a Michelin chef with us!

You make good money here,
but you have to work hard.

Hey, Max, yesterday sucked.

Get the fuck away from me.

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

Sorry...

No, you're not, but you're gonna be.

Man, when someone apologizes,
you have to accept it.

You pull a knife on me
and I have to accept it.

It's in the Bible.

Or the Koran?

Come, friend. Bread this stuff.
Do you know how?

Of course, man!

What's up, Pedro?

- Look at this guy.
- What's up, Ratón?

- Let me bring the chicken.
- Go ahead, man.

Everything okay, guys?

For me?

How are you guys?

Go, go, go, go!

Come on, dude. Finish the breading.
Make it even and pretty.

I'll 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...

I 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 of 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 Time 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.

Okay, chef. You are the boss.

Can I help you?

Are you looking for someone?

I just cleaned that side.

I just cleaned that.

Just leave it!

Can I help you?

Friend!

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 barrel filled with laughs,
aren't you?

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

"A barrel of laughs."

Right, right.

If we were in Mexico, you'd say,
"Did you have a clown for breakfast?"

Go ahead, say it.

We're not in Mexico.

It doesn't matter. Say it.

You had a clown for breakfast.

I've seen you looking at me.

I'm Pedro.

I'm sorry.

Need help, dude?

Go ahead.

What asshole CEO 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
a poor man's meat?

Less than a hundred years ago,
lobster was the chicken of the sea.

Fishermen gave lobsters away
for the bums in the docks.

They used it as bait
to catch snapper and bass.

But coffee with fucking milk
started getting called a "macchiato,"

one day some rich asshole decides
to go 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 their photo in Times Square

and show their fat family in Iowa
that they too can afford a lobster.

You follow me?

Just pray you don't live to see
chicken McNuggets on a bed of lettuce

sold for 40 bucks.

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 did 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?
- Jesus!

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 to you come with me.
- Somebody has to.

- I don't want you to come.
- 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.

I wanted to see what it looked like
before we dump it in the trash.

- Fuck you!
- Yes!

You're so fucked up.

You're one to talk!

You're not going to get this money back.

Hello? Who is it? Mom?

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

Pedro! Are you okay?

Yes, I'm doing great.

I'm glad.
Your dad is doing better.

I'm glad you called him.

He'll be glad
you remembered his birthday.

Right, that's why I called.

Let's see if he knows it's you.
He's not doing so...

His blood pressure went up
and we had to go to the ER.

- I'll put him on. God bless.
- Okay, but hold on, Mom. Mom!

- Take care, son.
- Mom!

I was wondering if I could send you
the money a little later.

Mom.

Pedro.

- What is it?
- Dad?

It's me, Pedro.

How are you?

What do you want?

I just wanted to...

Hey, Dad, guess what.

I'm going to be a dad.

You're going to be a grandpa again.

Dad?

I'm glad, son.

I'm pleased.

It's going to be a boy.

A boy.

He looks so pretty in his mom's womb.

Guess what? I'm calling him José.

He's going to be José, after you.

That's nice.

Congratulations.

Pretty name.

Hey, Dad.

Yes, son?

Happy birthday.

Okay.

Hey, Sanborns, you don't have 800 bucks
you can loan me, right?

No?

Not just slow, also poor.

Pigs!

Get to work, assholes!

Your wife's calling, Martín.

- Luis know about this?
- Yes.

Chef?

- I can call Soda Man if you want.
- It's not our job.

- I don't mind, chef. I can call him.
- It's management's job.

I know it's not your 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 off.

All right.

Albanian!

What did you do
with the fucking warehouse keys?

Again, asshole!

Relax, man. Don't be spanking stuff.

Jesus, you're making me waste time.

Do you have them or not?

Fuck you, asshole!

You mother fucker.

What are you laughing at, damn Felipe?
Laugh away.

You know what?

Asshole.

What are you looking at?

Fuck you, asshole.

Is that how it is? Is that how it is?

Yes.

Hey, Samira, lick my eggs!

- Eggs, eggs.
- Do it properly.

- Eggs, asshole.
- My eggs in your rice.

Eggs?

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

Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs.

Those are some big blue balls!
I mean eggs.

- Eat a bag of dicks.
- Eat a bag of dicks?

Fuck this gift.

Fuck that stupid gift.

Sanborns...

Fuck you, asshole.

By the way, where's that damn Massissi?

Massissi!

Mariachis, mariachis!

Hey, Samira,
have a rag you can wipe stuff with.

Watch the splash zone, dickhead.

You'll get used to it, Ramírez!

Any time, jackass!

That's for you, fuckface.

Morons, asslickers, sycophants, assholes!

Douchebag, piece of shit, assface!

Jerkoff, dickwad, turd.

Nimrod, cocksucker, chickenshit.

Bastard, idiot, asswipe, scumbag!

Grab my bags!

Excuse me...

English, motherfucker!

Speak English!

Hey, Max.

You came to America
to speak English, right?

Yes.

Fucking speak it!

Hey, take it easy!

Max.

They're just playing, man.
Calm down.

What?

Hey, Max.

Don't get mad.

Have another one.

Do not fuck with me.

Come on!

You know what your problem is?

You've been here too long.

How long have you been here?

Seven, eight years?

That's way too long, man.

You need a change of scenery.

You have to move to...

To Cancun, man!
With all your friends.

You'd better head back to your work
and shut the fuck up.

Don't worry about my work, man.

My work is fine. My work is super fine.

Okay, friend. Let's go. It's over.

You know what I think your problem is?

Brown people scare you.

You keep calling it "America."
But America is not a country.

Enough!

Back to work! Now!

Pedro!

Pedro!

That's one.

Two more,
you're out of my fucking kitchen.

Come here, Sanborns.

We have to cook "La cochinada" today.

What is that asshole Max's problem?

He's a piece of shit.

No.

That guy's solid.

He's the only one stoop up for Ratón

when they almost fired him
for missing work when his wife was sick.

He said he'd leave too
if Ratón was fired.

Did you stand by him?

Did you, man?

Max was the only one.

No, he's a hell of a guy.

If he's that nice,
why does he want to beat you up?

If I were him, I'd do the same.

What's up, Pedro?
What will you poison us with today?

There's 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.

Salvador's mom's recipe.

No wonder he left home.

Don't you feel some kind of...?
Any type of internal conflict

about this witch hunt
about this whole money thing?

Let's say you're an accountant
and you find $823.78 missing.

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

Just say, "What the heck?"

- I think...
- You'd just go, "What the heck?"

Hey, 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 unfair, but do you think
that Mark will admit it?

- Not at all.
- Never, never.

I feel that the way that we've been
kind of like targeted here

is kind of like...

"It's you guys," straight away.

Obviously.

Guys, no. We were just trying
to have a conversation.

It's not about that, Mark.

The interview list, is it color gradient?

Does it go from dark to light?
This end to that end?

Yes, my brother! Speak!

- You've been interviewed, right?
- That makes me next.

- Me too, right?
- Holy shit, Nonzo.

I'm sorry I'm a white male
that has to... 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 is you get fired,

the worst thing that can happen to us
is we get fired and taken back home.

What would you do differently
to what's being done?

I'd blame you.

Can we, please, 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 five course meal here
and he goes after blondie.

Even though there's black girls here.

Black girls!

The Dominicans the damn...
The damn Italian...

Fuck off.

What can I do, man?
I like gringas, man. What can I do?

You're such an idiot.
There are tons of gringas.

No, Ratón. She's a hell of a woman.

She is amazing, dude.

That look on her face
when she stares at you like,

"You're such an idiot."

And she turns you into a real idiot.

It's white meat, Ratón.

I don't give a shit if they say
we're all the same,

that we're all God's children.

No, man. That's not true.

Blond women, white women,
truly American women

are not from this world, man.

They're better.

They are made with care.

Let's be honest, let's stop playing dumb.

They look more like what God meant
to give this world, man.

Jesus Christ!

For sure!

They're made with quality stuff,
not leftovers.

Haven't you touched their skin?

It's not rough.
Their hair is not frizzy.

They smell nice.

They smell like fancy stores
and brand-new cars.

They can speak
and write English properly.

Haven't you heard how nice English
sounds from a white lady's mouth?

Fucking Chava, man!

Get yourself a fucking alien, dude!

What do you think
about our countryman, Pedro?

He needs a shot of tequila
in his veins, right?

Really?

Why?

Because you like American women
more than our...

Than our...

Than our...

Say it!

- Than...
- Nothing.

Say it.

Brown ladies, Indians, Totonacas,
Chichimecas, Tlaxcaltecas, Nahuas...

See? No big deal.

Fuck.

Americans are so politically correct.
Right, Luis?

Sorry, "Louis."

Don't worry, nothing more Mexican
than groveling before white guys.

Just ask damn 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 how...?

Okay...

Listen, I'm not going to... Listen!

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

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'm not up to... Abe.

I'm not up to...

I know I...

It's not my... It's not... It's not...
For fucks sake!

They called me in today.

Did he hit on you?

Did you talk to him?
I was only here for like half the day.

- He's playing detective.
- What?

There's like a bunch of money missing
from last night.

- And Luis is...
- I mean, he's probably having a blast.

- He is having a blast.
- Like he has some power.

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

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.

I heard you.

You look pretty, blondie.

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 are not eating this shit!

I made you something.

Yo!

I told her...

You're an ugly fucker.

But you like me.

You have a tiny penis.

But you like it.

I have to introduce you to my mom.

I have to leave
right after lunch or else...

I didn't even get the night off.

For fuck's sake.

Okay... I'll take you.

Okay.

But...

- But...
- But?

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

- Listen, 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.

- I just want one thing.
- 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.

It's not. You want to carry it?

Do you want to squeeze it
out of your pussy?

I know. Another cliché.

Fuck off!

What? What? Mexican macho?

Yeah, exactly.

Yes, but...

No, no, wait, wait!
I just want you to hear me out!

Just hear me out, for fuck's sakes!

I'm going insane.
I can't even cry in Spanish.

Fuck!

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,
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 every day.

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
is 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
that is 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 18.

I started to get these attacks.

Every night when my husband was asleep,

I'd wake up, just cold fear,

climbing through my body like ants

taking over the whole of me.

Up my toes.

My legs.

To my pussy, to my tummy.

To my tits. Up my neck.

Till my head would catch fire, just...

Fucking bottomless pit like...

Like death.

Coming for me in the shape
of little ants climbing,

spreading, colonizing my whole body.

You've 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 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 near a famous beach that
the hippies and the rich kids ruined,

but my Perla Negra is still pure.

There's only black sand and forest.

Sand shines like obsidian
that blinds you when the sun hits it.

I'm going to take you there.

Fucking away from here.

We'll build a hut and cater
to dumb tourists in the winter

and live off of that the rest of the year.

The kid would run around naked all day,

speaking English to the Germans
and Spanish to his dad.

You'd be the only blond in town.

Everyone would show you respect.

And show me as well,
for being the guy who took you there.

A black blond you'll be.

You'll never serve anyone anymore.

We could start over.

Nobody knows anything about us.

Nothing but respect.

The kid would be crazy cute.

A beautiful baby.

Blond like his mom.

He's 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'll 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, okay?

Okay?

Say you'll wait for me.

Say it.

I'll wait for you.

Come on, bitches!
Get to work, morons!

Where were you? I missed you, Pedro?

What is it, Sanborns?
Aren't you done?

Carry on, carry on.

Please, don't pay attention.

I'm not here, all right?

New cook.

Are you new?

Yes.

It's hot in here, no?

Yes. Very.

Never mind that.

I pay you well,
you do good work for me, okay?

Yes.

Pedro here,
he's been working here now, what?

Two years?

- Three.
- Three.

Three years.

Three years.

Sometime soon?

We'll help Pedro with the papers?
Get him legal? Okay?

Yes, sir. Of course. That would be...

You keep up the good work.

Yeah.

New cook!

Answer me this.

Answer something...

You have one match
and you walk into a cold, dark room

where there's a fireplace,
a lamp of oil

and a candle.

Which one do you light first.

Which one first...

The candle.

The match.

The match. You got it?

The match!

You light the match!

The match.

Carry on, carry on.

The match!

All right, people. Service is open.

Yes, chef.

Did you find who took my money?

Came close.

Two fried calamari.

One shrimp of oyster po' boy!

Two sesame fried calamari, Chef!

Two classics, medium.
Three mushroom bacon burgers.

Two classic, three mushrooms coming, Chef!

Six Phillys!

Six Phillys, coming right up!

I need four fish with chips,
one order of Buffalo wings!

Four fish with chips,
one order of buffalo wings!

Tortellini and meatballs for two!

Tortellini working, chef. For two!

One order of mussels,
three roasted curry chicken.

One order of mussels,
three roasted curry chicken coming up!

House green salad for two!

Two house green salads!

Fish and chips with extra fries,
three Margherita pizzas.

Fish and chips, extra fries.

Three Margherita pizzas coming up, chef!

Two fish and chips.

I need my salad for my regular.

Are these my tortellini?

Yes. Hey, blondie.

Are we going to party you and I tonight?
My treat.

I need my tortellini.

You'll like it, blondie!

I don't speak Spanish.

- Salvador!
- Yes, chef.

- Tortellini and meatballs for three.
- Working.

Two chicken noodle soups!

- Is that mine?
- Yeah.

Three surf and turf, four classics.

Hey...

May I ask you something?

- Can I get my food?
- Why Pedro?

Three surf and turf, four classics.

Three surf and turf, four classics.

Two shrimp pasta!

It's done, boss.

Is the po' boy ready?

On it, on it!

You just ordered it.

There you go, blondie. One's ready.

Come on. Five minutes. Working.

Shit!

Can I get my fish and chips?

This one's mine, baby girl.

I'm missing my fish and chips for two.

He can't hear you.
Say it loud and get the fuck out.

Fish and chips for two!

Come back when you get a fucking voice.

Three Margherita pizzas
and one Caprese salad.

Fuck! What are you doing there?

Move aside! Fuck!

Aren't you done with your marinara?

Three pizzas working, chef!

This is missing pasta!

What are we? A five dollar strip joint?

You wanna send out some naked veal?

Dress that shit up now!

Yes, chef!

Put the pasta in the fucking plate!

Are these mine.

Yes, tortellini.

Want some fries with that shake?

Sexy lady!

Jesus, you really like blonds.

You can't have them all, man.

Like I promised

My chicken order?
The creamy marsala? Is it ready?

We're discussing something important.

I'll be right back.

You're so rude.

I need my curry chicken!

Pedro, we're running out of chicken.

Cold storage, run.

Cold storage, run.

Cold storage?

The chicken, Martín.

There's chicken over there.

Hey! Look where the fuck you're going!

I'm behind you!

Hey, is that Mexican harassing you?

No!

It's nothing, we're just...
Don't worry about it.

You can file a complaint with Luis.

No, come on!

You're crazy!

Shit.

No! No the Cherry Coke!

I told you! No Cherry Coke!

- Chef! Chef! Complaint about the pizza.
- What?

The pizza is undercooked.

Martín!

Goddamn it!
Fucking pizza's undercooked again!

- It's not possible, chef.
- It's fucking possible. Fix it!

Sorry, chef.

You've got that cheese cake for me?

It's 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 coming up.

Calamari coming up.

Two house greens.

Coming.

Fucking hell...

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Cherry Coke?

Enjoy.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

- What are you doing?
- I don't know, I have to...

- What are you trying to order?
- This.

- Do you guys know what you want?
- Excuse me, ma'am!

Yes, I think we both agree
on the white pizza, right?

I'm not making a scene, Becky.

I'm just trying to get us
some fucking food.

Yes, I'm talking to you. Hey!

Yeah? Yeah?

I didn't order this.

And they've been waiting
for 20 minutes for their food.

Is it chicken Marsala?

Yes, it's the fucking chicken Marsala!

- Okay.
- Please.

I didn't order the burger.

Over here.

Come on, come on, come on!

Two house greens coming!

Two broccoli soups!

Come on! Go!

- Chef!
- What? Incoming!

Can you fix this?
Somebody's going to slip.

Maintenance. Not my problem.

Not your problem? Unbelievable!

What's going on here? Let's go.

I told you bitches,
no fucking Cherry Coke.

Two Caesar 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.

Come on, move it!

Give me some of that.

Come on, come on.

Watch where you're going!
One Philly cheese steak.

Come on, move it!

Don't put dirty dishes
with the clean ones!

What are you fucking doing, Ratón?

We'll have to do them again!

We're trying to work here!

Dude, you're the dishwasher.
You have to wash dishes.

Fucking lowlife!

Learn your place, asshole!

Is my chicken marsala ready?

- Look at that! What are you doing?
- Where were you?

I got you your chicken, asshole.

Did you go all the way to Huauchinango?

My chicken marsala! Please!

What?

My three chicken marsala.

Speak Spanish. We work in Spanish here.

- Three chicken marsala.
- When did you order them?

Like 20 minutes ago, when you
were singing with the Mexican.

Not true. You didn't order anything.
Come back in five.

What are you doing?

You can't stand there watching me work.

I'm here.

"I'm here, I'm here."

I need to talk to you.

Fuck yeah!

Thanks, man.

Chef! 20 minutes ago,
Laura ordered three marsalas from Pedro.

They're not ready
and the customers are mad.

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

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

I don't want to hear it, all right?
Where's the goddamn food?

It's here, it's ready.

One chicken,

two chicken,

three chicken.

What's the fucking problem?

We're all happy now?

Come on, get it out!

Give me one curry chicken and two marsala.

- Happy?
- Shut up.

Go fuck yourself.

Come on, keep going.

Pay attention, woman! Go, go, go!

I can't work like this.
This is ridiculous!

You're too old, my dear.

Too old and to dumb.

Shut up! Shut up!

This job is for young people.
Go home.

I'm just teasing her, chef. Come on.

We could all do with some cheering up.
Come on, it's Friday.

Do the Spanish
Spangled Banner thing, chef.

Come on, for your crew.

That's enough, now. Come on!

We're on strike
until the chef sings the 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

At the twilight's last gleaming

And the rockets' red glare

The bombs bursting in the air

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was still there

Say does that star-spangled banner
yet wave

Over the land of the free

And the home of the brave

There! Back to work!

Don't block it.

Two tortellini no spice.

Hey, hey...

Wait for me outside, okay?

The park. Lake. Ducks.

Dummy, there are no ducks.

Shit. That's right.

Come here. Come here.

Get to work, fuckers!

Sanborns.
Sanborns, you burnt the chicken.

You burnt the chicken, damn it!
Pay attention!

Pay attention!

Are you fucking listening?

Why are you standing there?

Move it, damn it!
What are you doing, Sanborns?

Your fucking orders are backing up.

Move aside, bum!

Come on!

Hurry.

No, no, no, no. That's mine!

No. Cutting boards are at the warehouse.

At the warehouse. Warehouse!

A little humanity every now and again
wouldn't hurt!

Let me bum one.

I don't understand, Mexican.

He can't hear you.

It's his lunch break.

Yeah, no. He never answers anyway.

Hey, let me bum one.

Come on.

And one for the road.

Casablanca,
help a brother out, okay?

No, no more "bumming."
Enough of that.

Fucking Mexicans,
all the time bumming things.

What? Do I look like the Salvation Army?

- What?
- Casablanca, don't be like that.

Your things are not your things.
Come on!

Just one.

Thanks, gorgeous.

So...

The logs.

They said that yesterday,
you worked the evening shift

and you worked till number four, 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 four.

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, that's not proof.

Well, I didn't.

Okay, then. Where did you get it?

None of your business.

Guy who knocked you up?

None of your fucking business.

Pedro knocked you up?

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.

I swear I'm about done with this place.

As soon as I get my papers in order...

Goodbye, assholes.

What are you complaining for?

It's the same thing everywhere else.

You come in, you talk to people,

you think you're gonna be friends
your whole 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.

Sometimes your wheels do turn, Ratón.

Try this on.

Your wheels are turning.

Your wheels are turning.
Your wheels are turning.

- Your wheels are turning.
- Stop, man.

Pedro!

Pedro!

Pedro!

Stop! Pedro!

- Turning, and turning.
- Fuck!

Holy shit!

Enough, enough, enough!

Okay, enough.

Hey, stop!

Asshole!

Are you okay? Easy, easy.
Are you okay?

We're working here, fucking child.

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

I apologize if I crossed a line.

I just...

I think you're doing the right thing
not keeping it, that's all.

A guy like that?

Always looking for a way in.
Any way in.

I don't blame him.

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

You don't want to have his baby
just so he'll 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."

The love of my "visa" instead of my life.

They say that shit all the time!

I know these guys.

Like I said, I don't blame them,

these poor bastards gambled everything
to come here, nothing to fall back on.

I know because my dad was them.

He never got his gringa, though.
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, and I used it
at the clinic already, so...

Hey, Samira!

Nonz!

Come here. Come here.

Hey, do you have...? Give me.

Do you want a beer?

Chavita is embarrassed
to tell us about a dream.

Fuck...

What? It's true.

Here, now.

Right now.

We all have a chance to dream.

Come on.

Somebody tell us a dream.

Nobody's going to laugh.

It stays here between us.

Nobody else will know.

Come on!

It's so 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 your time, Mexican.

What did she say?

So what?

So what if I'm wasting my time?

I still have 70 years to live.
It's enough.

Ratón, what do you see?

What do I see?

A little house.

A little house.

Like a...

Like a gingerbread house?

No?

A garage.

Yes.

I fix stuff in there.

I fix clocks, electronics.

That's a hobby. Fuck that.

I'm taking about a dream.

Nobody bothers me there.

Something bigger.

You want more.

Poor Ratón, man.

Chavita.

Don't make us fucking beg.

Money.

Money, Pedro.

When I have money, I'm the best.

I'm generous.

I love the world, man.

You're such an idiot.

How can you talk about money and dreams
at the same time? Fuck!

Samira?

My girl.

I dream of Martha.

Yeah, but...

She's your girl.

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.

For fuck's sake.

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.

Okay, fuck you very much.

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

You're mean, you go crazy during rush,

you pick fights,
you're 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, okay?

The first of two times

people ever saw the alien ray of light

was about a hundred years ago.

A man from Naples,

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

He arrived at Ellis Island.

He wakes to the honk of the ship,
goes out to deck

and sees her.

A big girl with a crown and a torch.

He reads a sign,

"Give me all your tired, all your poor,

all your huddled masses yearning
to breathe..."

All that bullshit.

He smiles and thinks,

"It's gonna be all right,"
but in Italian.

A couple of hours later,

he's standing in line outside
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 asked him the questions.
You all know the questions.

How many family members
traveling 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 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 rotten cloth
tied together with a shoe string.

The 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 exes.

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

is 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 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.
And 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 it with him

till the day he died.

A sadness.

Like a scar.

But,

from time to time,

he glowed.

What did 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?

Yes, dude. Come on, your turn.

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 come home now.

We have time, plenty of time.

There's a million dollar price
for the best answer.

Me, I want Martha,

Salvador wants money,
Ratón wants a gingerbread house.

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

The UN wants to know your dream.

All this gone?

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

Nothing but a big hole in the ground,
like you said.

Come on, man! What's your dream?

We're all ears, motherfucker.

Let me think.

Julia!

Where the fuck are you going?

Julia!

We were...

Jesus.

I don't know what you see in him.

That guy is a fucking time bomb.

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

You tell me.

What was the point of all that?

What was the second time?

What?

You said it was two times
when the green ray of light was seen.

What was the second time?

I don't know what I said, man.

Maybe a piece of clothing.

But, do you have eyes as well?

Or are you just like the soul,
the essence?

I feel like you might be like the essence.

I just don't see... Okay.

Would you go into a house
that has a wall with eyes?

No, but you wouldn't see the eyes.
It's like a painting.

Like, that is why it's so creepy.

CHECK ALL THE REASONS
YOU ARE CONSIDERING AN ABORTION

I'M NOT READY
FINANCIAL PROBLEMS

We should watch a bad reality show,
there's one called Too hot to Handle.

PROBLEMS WITH PARTNER
FAMILY IS ALREADY COMPLETE

People who can't fuck each other,
but really want to.

Okay, there's actually this scene
where the guy's presenting himself.

They ask him like,
"What are you most proud of?"

And he's like... And he goes,

"My dick is the size of a spray can."

And there's just a scene of him going...
With a spraycan for 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 hurt... It hurts me and it makes me...

It makes me want to stay away.

I don't want to stay away.

Do you forgive me?

Come on.

Come on!

Please?

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.

I'm going to give you a shot
and you're gonna feel a little sleepy.

Then we're gonna start, okay?

Okay.

Are you going to hurt me?

Just breathe.

Lucy!

Hey, Lucy!

Samira!

- Yeah?
- Your father is looking for you.

Who's the Mr. Chef here?

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

- Over there.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Albanian, you're up.

- Luis is waiting for you.
- Fuck!

How did it go, man?

Fucking assholes.

The nerve to accuse me of stealing...

Mr. Chef, sorry for barging in.

I don't like asking around,
but they took my pension this year.

Not too long ago, I worked for Citibank.

And I've got my papers and all.

Just look and 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?

Okay. Salvador!

Yes, Chef!

Give this gentleman a bowl of soup.

Staff soup.

Dog soup.

Yes, chef.

Go ahead.

You're too kind, Mr. Chef.

I'm waiting to see what's gonna happen
in the investment markets.

Maybe I'll get back into that business,
you never know.

We're in for a shitload of turd here
for the next...

The president says two years,

but it's going to take ten years
to pay the Chinese debt off alone.

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

we may as well just fold it all up
because it costs so much money.

They don't even have facilities
for people like me, see?

I see.

What is this guy saying?

Give me, give me that!

That shit will kill you faster
than starvation, grandpa.

I don't do drugs, see?

I won't do drugs.

I don't have 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.

They politely asked,

"Do you have emotional problems?"

Of course!

We all do. We all goddamn do.

But what they wanna do is they want
to get you into their programs

so that they can participate
with the drug companies,

and the pushing of their drugs
to the American public.

They get you hooked on Zoloft, alprazolam,

and 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, when you think about it,
500 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, the middle of Times Square.

Half naked.

Picture that.

Yeah, yeah, out.
Fucking out. Come on.

It's just a piece of chicken.

Mr. Rashid give 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 $39.50.

Okay, I'll pay.

Come on, get out.

- They're $39.50.
- Get out!

- And I'm the chef, no one else.
- I paid for it myself.

That's two strikes, you hear? Two!

One more and you are out! That's it!

Do you understand?

All right, everybody get back to work.

Service opens at five.

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.

I have to do all your fucking prep as if
I didn't have enough shit on my plate?

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 "redo" the question.

I know why you stole
the money from the register.

You mean "rephrase" the question.

I want to know
if you're really so stupid to think

that we wouldn't notice
you had stolen it.

- Can I tell you something?
- No.

Look, I read something the other day
that you might like.

When the US finally left Vietnam,

all the South Vietnamese working
at the Saigon embassy

were scared shitless

because the Vietcong
was already marching on the city.

Meanwhile, the choppers were pulling out
every last US soldier.

The Vietnamese driver
who worked for the Ambassador,

trapped between millions of guys
trying to get into the embassy,

kept saying, "Get me out of here,
jerks, they're going to massacre us!"

The Vietcong, armed to the fucking teeth,

were about to break into the embassy.

But Nixon's orders were very clear,

"Only white people can get
on those choppers, no fucking yellows."

The Ambassador was the first
to get the hell out of there.

Do you think he went back for his driver?

His driver, who smoked a cigar
with him every day,

who invited him to his son's baptism,

who even chose an English name
for his son.

Do you think he came back?

So what?

It's easy to be the enemy of the US.

But being their friend is fucking hard.

Don't think they're your friends.

I'm American, asshole.

America is not a country.

Are you done with your bullshit?

I can come back.

No, no, just one second.

Take your time, I'm going to come back.

One sesame fried calamari!

One sesame fried calamari coming up!

- Four Caprese salads, please.
- Four Caprese coming.

Three Margherita pizzas,
one Philly cheese steaks,

two shrimp po' boys.

Three Margherita pizzas coming up, chef!

Two brownies with ice-cream!
One blueberry cheesecake!

- Two brownies, a cheese cake...!
- Fuck.

Look, man.

If you help me, I can help you too, dude.

There's no need to call Immigration
or get nasty, you know?

Mr. Rashid is willing to make a deal
with the guilty party.

Did you hear what Rashid said
before the rush?

Did you?
He's going to help me with my visa.

Pedro.

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

- Dude, dude!
- I can get legal.

He says that to all the old-timers
at the restaurant.

He's trying to boost morale.
No one falls for it.

He said that to Martín six years ago.
And to Ramírez, four years ago.

It keeps morale high.
He taught me that himself.

Managerial skills.

Mr. Rashid wants a voluntary confession
and he'll let the guilty party go free,

no police, nothing.

You really thought we wouldn't see
you'd stolen from us?

I didn't steal the fucking money.

Pedro, I know you gave Julia
the money she used for the abortion.

Julia didn't get an abortion, dumbass.

Pedro, help me help you!

She didn't have an abortion!

Yes? What?

Sorry, boss.
Chef said to get the first aid kit.

Did I say you could come in?

- What happened?
- Where is it?

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

- What happened?
- One of the waitresses passed out.

Hey! We're not done here!

You okay?

What happened? You okay?

Jesus, Pedro. We've got it!

Come on. Back up.

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

- Who?
- Abe's coming.

- Back off. You too!
- I just want to help.

- How's she doing?
- She fainted.

- Julia, how are you?
- I'm fine.

I'm going to go back to work. I just...

I don't want to keep waiting.
I'm gonna go back to work.

- Okay.
- No fucking way. She passed out.

- But it's her call.
- No, it isn't.

If she has a 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.

Classic Caesar coming!

Two creamy broccoli soups!

One onion ring, one clam chowder.

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, Pedro.

Will you both get out of my kitchen?
We're serving!

- Luis...
- 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 did 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?

It'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 need 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!

Two broccoli soups.

Take this. Here, take this one.

- One cheese cake with ice cream.
- Cheese cake and ice cream!

- Two lobster tails!
- Wake up!

Two lobster tails coming up!

Is this my pizza?

Service!

My two chickens ready?

- Two tortellini. Thanks.
- Two tortellini.

Hey! My two chicken ready?

Come back in five.

You'll get them soon.

She said to come back in five.

The girl said to come back in five!

Lobster cheese pizza!

- Working on the pizza, chef.
- One Philly cheese steak.

What are you doing?

What do you think?

What the fuck are you doing?

You're too busy?

Are you crazy or what?
Don't you touch my station!

This right here is my place.

Over there, that's yours.

- Understand?
- Watch your tone with me!

Fuck you and your mom.

What the fuck?
Don't talk about my mom!

Fuck her to hell!

Don't you dare, you fucking asshole!

Who do you think you are?

It doesn't matter who I think I am.

I'm the cook and you're the waitress.

And in the kitchen, I do what I want.

So get the fuck out of here!

You can't order me around, douchebag.

No! I serve the food! I do!

Me! This is my side!

This is my place!

It's my side! Understand! Mine! Mine!

You don't have a side,
you fucking wetback.

What did you say?

- What did you call me? What?
- You heard me!

What did you say? What did you say?

Say it again! What did you say?

Say it again!

Want to see a wetback?

Want to see a fucking wetback?

Is that what you want?

Pedro, stop!

A fucking wetback!

Is that what you want? A wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fuck you, man!

Fucking mediocre chef!

With your shitty franchise food!

Want to see a fucking wetback?
Want to see a fucking wetback?

Want to see a fucking wetback?

Want to see a fucking wetback?

A wetback?

Want to see a fucking wetback?

Want to see a fucking wetback?

Here's your fucking wetback!
Here's your fucking wetback!

That's enough!

Stop it, guys!

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

What the fuck are you doing?

Stop it!

Stop it! Goddamn it!

Stop!

Fuck you! Fuck you, man!

Fuck you!

Fuck you too!

Get his fucking legs.

- Fuck.
- Get him.

I came all over your meat!

- I jizzed all over your meat!
- Fucking psychopath!

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!

Get out of the way,
get out of the way!

Enough, enough, calm down.

- Let go of me, Ramírez!
- Guys, come on!

What the fuck are you doing?

You mad fuck!

Max!

Fuck you!

Get off him! You're going to kill him!

Get him the fuck off of him now!

Take him the fuck off.

Enough, Max!

Max, stop!

Idiot!

Now what?

You fucking idiot!

You stopped the kitchen.

Now what?

Now he cares.

What the fuck did you say?

Now I care?

Now I fucking care?

You're the one
who's going to make me care?

I've been in this business 25 years.

25 fucking years!

And you're the one
who's going to 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?

Chef, can you explain that to me?

You...

You stopped my world.

Why?

Why?

What do you want?

What more is there?

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?

What more is there?

What more is there?

What do you want?