All language subtitles for Coffee.Wars.2023.720p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE

[soft music]

[machine whirring]

Triple shot, extra hot,
non-fat latte.

Almond, rice or soy?

Uh, no, just milk.
You know, from a cow.

[upbeat music]

[narrator]
Some people recycle.

We're Plant-arium.
We don't serve that here.

You're a coffee place,
and you don't serve
regular milk-milk?

Some people
carry their own bags
to the grocery store.

I assume that you can read,

because your nose has been
buried in your two phones

since you walked in here.

Some people
occasionally hug trees.

Some people cry at the sight
of a lumberyard
for no apparent reason.

So why don't you
use your eyeballs
and read the sign, okay?

-That's a joke, right?
-Uh, a joke? [scoffs]

She's not really
having a good day.

Some people swore off
parmesan on pasta
even though they love it...

...because it's a milk product.

'Cause people like you,
lining up to kick the planet
in the teeth,

demanding cow's milk...

Some people live
in a solar-powered home

and live on battery power
at night.

...which is just pure
straight-up cruelty to animals.

Dairy farmers
artificially inseminate cows

so that they stay
in a perpetual pregnant state
of milk production.

And then
when their babies are born,

they are torn away from them
and sold for veal.

Some people
collect their own rainwater

and take showers heated
by the sun, or cold baths.

And then they are milked
and milked and milked

until their bones are so brittle
that they can't even stand.

-Did you know that?
-Wow.

And some people
want to make a difference,

even if they are
often certifiable.

Don't even get me
started on the feed
and the grain that they consume!

-Okay, when the oceans
are filling with acid...
-Holy shit.

...and there's an asshole
ripped in the ozone layer
all because

-arrogant, head-in-the-sand
pricks like you...
-Wow.

...want a little cow's milk
in your coffee,

don't come crying to me!

'Cause I'm too busy in here
trying to save the planet

for you and your kids!

I don't have kids.

[upbeat music]

Get out!

-Hey.
-Go to Buckstars.

-Hey.
-My coffee is too good for you.

I, I just wanted a coffee!

Hey, Jo, do you think I can get
an advance on my paycheck?

Is this a fucking charity?

Meet Jo Hanson.

Fuck!

That will be a no then.

This is her single source,

organic, plant-based,
straw-less,

100% compostable,
lactose-free coffee shop.

And this is the planet Earth.
So very warm.

This is a cheeseburger.
So very juicy.

Some people believe
global warming is a hoax.

And some people could care less
if we burn down the Amazon

as long as they get more big,
juicy cheeseburgers.

[crash]

Okay, so the planet
is getting warmer,

the ice is melting,
people love cheeseburgers.

I'm not Morgan Freeman,

but heroes come
in all shapes and sizes.

This one is from a small farm
on the outskirts of London,

where our story
of true valor begins.

Her name is Josephine.

She prefers Jo.

It's wrong.

Pulling and pushing at you
like you're a piece of meat.

The way they yank
and twist your privates.

You feel violated?

You don't need
to say anything, Daisy.

I want you to know,
from this moment on,

I will never drink so much
as a thimbleful of the milk

they extract from you.

I appreciate these one-on-ones.
Fist bump?

[Raymond]
It's not Daisy anymore.

That's a nice bit
of T-bone, that.
Quality stuff.

I will never eat it.

Never is such
an awfully long time.

Is that the way you think
she should be remembered?

As not good enough to eat?

The trauma of that
had a lasting
impression on her.

[upbeat music]

She grew up,

traded the Stingray
with the banana seat

for an electric scooter.

Her motto: zero, neutral,

non-GMO, locally sourced,
fair trade, pesticide free,

happy planet,
happy cow, anti-plastic,

with shoes hand-stitched
by free-range workers

making a living wage
under the eco-friendly glow

of LED,
energy-efficient light bulbs.

Cappuccino with rice milk.

-Thank you.
-Enjoy.

♪ Have you heard about a scene ♪

♪ All lining up
for that liquid dream ♪

Why does she always do that?

[Maja]
That's Angelo Moriondo,

the inventor of, like,
the espresso machine.

Jo believes he's, like,
the patron saint of coffee
or something.

But I don't know.

-[Jo] Is that a penis?
-[Roopa] No.

It's a, it's a tree stump
with two rocks
on either side of it

and a cascade of wispy flowers
flowing from the split
at the top.

Professional
competitive baristas
make patterns in the milk,

and generally
not pornographic ones.

So perhaps this one
is a tree stump
with wispy white flowers

flowing from the split
in the top
and not a ding-dong.

Roopa, maybe we should stick
to hearts and ferns,

-rosettas, you know,
in the milk.
-Fine.

[sighs]

[man on TV]
World Barista Championship.

50,000 cash prize. Enter today.

World Barista Championship.

[sighs] Could pay off that loan.

-[cow mowing]
-[phone buzzing]

Hi, Mom.
I was just about to call you.

She was just gonna ring us

-when we called.
-And pigs fly south
for the winter.

Jo's mother and father
are simple dairy farmers,

yet they share the same passion
for quality coffee
with patterns in the milk.

Is everything all right, petal?

It's just a little bit tough
at the moment, but--

Oh, no, what's the matter?

-It's money, Joan.
She needs money.
-Shut up, Raymond.

-What did he say?
-Oh, he's just
grinding his beans.

You know how much
he loves his coffee.

Double tamp and twist.

Well, maybe it's time
you went back to college

and finished
that accounting degree.

And then you can come
and take over the dairy.

And you can always make
your coffee here.

-Your dad does.
-Bye, Mom.

Tell Dad not to burn his beans,

-yeah?
-Bye, love.

[Raymond]
She makes a good coffee,

but without milk.
Bloody hopeless.

Do you want one? It's a swan.

[knock on door]

Boss wants you
to sign for the beans.

And if you don't pay
for this one,

I'm not allowed
to deliver to you next week.

-I don't make the rules.
-Well, that's fair enough, Ray.

Talking about the details
and minutiae

of caffeinated beans
really turns her on.

Well, I mean,
you might be able to

slide one, maybe two weeks.

Don't suppose
you wanna tell me anything
about these sexy coffee beans?

No.

Well, maybe a couple
of odd tidbits.

I've discovered a correlation
between the flavor profiles

of beans picked
at different altitudes

and the taste preferences
of the people

consuming the coffee
made by those beans.

People who live at sea level
prefer bolder,

more dominant flavors.

Whereas those living
at high altitudes,

they like their coffee softer...

...gentler, more, um, sensuous.

[Jo chuckles]
More coffee talk, please.

[Ray]
Let's start with Arabica beans.

Oh, God.

[knocks]
Hi, Stoney.

I'm very busy.
Can't see you right now.

More like... [gurgles]

Oh, just stop it. Sit down.
I never used a bong.

My name is Katina McQueen.

Stoney is pregnant.
One night in high school,

while completely wasted
on the ganja, Jo kissed her.

Stoney has been in love
with Jo ever since.

I haven't been Stoney McQueen
for a very long time.

-Since school!
-[Jo] Sorry.

Oh, wow, look at this.
"Assistant manager."

Yes, I am. Look, I can't
keep doing you favors.

I mean, what is next, you know?

Manager of this
magnificent establishment?

I'm not fucking around.
You have to make a payment now
or you're done!

I've got 100 quid, all right?
So we're square?

No, not even close.

Maybe I will let it slide
for a couple of weeks
until my boss gets back.

He's at a conference in Ibiza.

They got one of those
dance floors
that fills up with foam.

-I love foam.
-What, up to your neck?

It's fucking scary.
You could drown.

They wouldn't find you
for weeks. They party 24/7.

And when the boss gets back?

Well, then you're
entirely fucked.

Look, why don't you
compete again?

[male announcer]
Jo Hanson, Plant-arium Roasters.

Worked for Rudy
down at Avante Garden.

Um, Rudy got lucky, okay?

-He entered in a weak year.
-Oh, what, twice?

[dramatic music]

-Hello, Josephine.
-Oh.

Come to see
how the professionals do it?

It's Jo.
And I just wanna make sure

you're not fucking
things up around here.

Right, right.
I'm fucking things up.

That's why the line runs
all the way out the door

and round the block
at five o'clock
in the afternoon.

-What, you got some kind of
coupon voucher giveaway going?
-No.

I know last time was a complete
and utter disaster,

but if you can hold it
together this time...

Well, you know, if you ever
wanna sell that La Marzocco,

I could use a second machine,
especially in the late
afternoons.

Piccolo, doppio Ethiopian
with almond milk.

-Wow, good memory.
-Well, I am a professional.

And two-time United Kingdom
barista champion, so...

England is hardly
the United Kingdom.

-And you lost at World's.
-Well, there's always this year.

Rudy's very talented.
He could teach you
a thing or two.

Excuse me. Not about coffee!

Maybe about posing with that
stupid barbershop quartet beard

and matching nose ring.

I'll make you one. On the house.

♪ It ain't my fault that
I'm out here getting loose
Gotta blame it on my juice ♪

-♪ Ain't worth the squeeze if
the juice don't look like this ♪
-♪ That's how you know ♪

♪ I heard you say I'm not
the baddest bitch, you lie ♪

♪ Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee,
ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee ♪

♪ Blame it on my juice,
blame it, blame it on my juice ♪

♪ Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee,
ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee ♪

Concentric circles are askew.
You're slipping.

Let's hope
the taste is satisfactory.

[suspenseful music]

Yeah, well, uh...

...the taste is acceptable.

Bye, Josephine.

Or Jo.

Good luck with that vegan thing.

[Stoney]
Have you got anyone
that you can go to for a loan?

'Cause otherwise the dream
is beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep.

Okay, let's rewind
the story here.

Oh, hello, Jo.

In addition to despising Rudy

because he is
so utterly obnoxious,

a few months ago
when she was
even more destitute

than she currently is now,

rather than go crawling
to her parents,

she went to the one person
she knew who had money,

Rudy Wintergreen,
and took out a cash loan

against her beloved
espresso machine.

It was a moronic move.

You know that machine
is worth twice that.

You know that I know
that you know

that I know that
you know that I know that,

but no one else
really knows that.

Wow. You guys got a tip.

No, I put that in there.
You know, prime the pump.

-Okay. Where's Mike?
-He died.

Oh. Yeah, you guys
are crushing it.

It's only a matter of time.

So, so, so sorry I'm late.

My girlfriend's got me
babysitting a family
of Welsh polecats.

-And don't touch them.
-Mm-hm.

It's like a ferret
with a white, scruffy snout.

-Really?
-I was chilling like Bob Dylan
until two of them got out.

Oh. Hey, where you going?

So that's not
a shaving cut then?

-You think I'd lie about
something like this, Jo?
-All right, what did you do?

-I tackled one of them
by the bootstraps.
-I got you.

Full-on Welsh
international rugby fashion.

But then the other one
attacked me.

[Andy groans]

Rabid crazy son of a bitch.

It's hiding underneath
the four-poster now.

[indistinct] Come here!

-[screams, grunts]
-[meows]

So that's why I'm late.
-Wait, is it, it's still there?

Uh-huh. I put out
a plate of warm brie.

Well, my girlfriend's brie.

Carefully infused it
with crushed up sleeping pills.

Oh. Actually,
maybe I should have told her.

She's on a low-fat,
low-carb diet,
and it's not really working out.

-Brie!
-What if it attacks her?

Nah, she's pretty scary.

Worst thing that happens,

she eats the snacks
and passes out, right?

[snoring]

[squeaks]

[screaming]

Probably should have told her,

-shouldn't I?
-Yeah, probably.

One triple shot,
activated almond
with the caramel drizzle.

Enjoy off the planet, right?

Oh, uh, hang on
a sec there, girlfriend.

I'll make you another.

These circles
are slightly abstract.

-And, not to be picky,
but the milk down the side...
-I got bumped.

[Jo]
Even if it tastes unbelievable,
which I'm sure it does,

but we have to be
absolutely perfect.

One triple shot almond, caramel.
Enjoy.

[man]
Cheers.

You know, sometimes
it takes years to find
your coffee doojee.

When will I know
that I've found it?

Doojees, like mojos,
are elusive.

You'll know
when you've found yours.
You, you just feel it.

Where will I feel it?

Well, here, here, and here.

Jo, my mother wants me
to, like, focus
on my schoolwork.

Her study on Neolithic Britain
and the architectural
significance

of, like, Stonehenge is ending.

She wants me to go
to college in the US.

I don't know
what she's freaking out about.

I already crushed the SAT
with double 800s.

So she wants me to go to Harvard
and not end up

at some other
trashy shitbox college.

I don't know how much longer
I can, like, work for you.

UH, That's, like, cool, Maja.

-Can I ask you a favor?
-Sure.

-Can I ask you a favor?
-Sure.

Do you think you could spare,
like, 100 advance
off my next paycheck?

Could you spare 100 quid
against my paycheck?

-You have to make a payment now.
-It's for my mom's birthday.

I'm not allowed to deliver
to you next week.

Then you're entirely fucked.

Five hundred
for the sofa and the telly?

Maybe it's time
you went back to college.

-I put you out of business.
-Get a loan.

...advance on my paycheck?

Is this a fucking charity?

-Oh, hello, Jo.
-Fuck!

[suspenseful music]

[upbeat music]

Hi. Uh, Jo Hanson,
Plant-arium Coffee Roasters.

62.

Hey, aren't you that nutter
from Nationals

a few years back
that went completely mental?

[chuckles]

What? What?

No. No, that wasn't me.

Oh.

Is this check-in, love?

[Hans]
And this is the feature I am
so loving about this model.

Jo?

This bloke's fucking good.

Depends what
he's being judged on.

He spilled a few drops of milk

from the steam nozzle.

That's a point deduction.

-They write you down for that?
-Yeah, of course, they do.

[announcer]
Next up, 62.

62.

-[blows on hand]
-[crowd applauding]

Hey, good luck out there.

[scoffs] I don't need luck.

[announcer]
62. Jo Hanson,
Plant-arium Roasters.

Good afternoon, judges.
Quick clarification.

Here at prelims,
it's two drinks, correct?

Pulled espresso
and a signature drink?

That is correct.
The order is up to you.

Uh, you didn't bring
along a team today.

On my own. Shall we begin?

Il espresso.

[dramatic music]

[crowd exclaims]

-She's good.
-I could never juggle.

A coffee in its rawest
and yet arguably
most pristine form.

As my father always taught me,
a twist to the left,

a gentle tap
to release static electricity,

then another half twist
to the right.

Espresso should be
equal parts bitter yet sweet.

Robust yet tender.

From its origins in Turin,

the way the masters of espresso

envisioned it.

[in Italian]

[in English]
I could never speak Italian.

I can hardly speak English.

[speaks Italian]

Fucking hell. We're toast.

Jo did win
at South Gloucestershire,

but taking the win at Regionals
was just the first step.

A step in the right direction.

-Perfect start to a perfect day.
-[man] Thank you.

[rock music]

One unsweetened
organic oat milk latte with,

-hmm, let's make it easy,
a swan.
-[scoffs]

-Clarification, if you will.
-Mm-hm.

Is that a white swan
in crema clouds

or a crema swan in relief
against white clouds?

Uh, crema swan.

Tired of the shite they serve
down at Event Garden?

Avante Garden.

Nationals released
its list of competitors.

I see you're on it.

But did you forget rule 2.2.2?

A latte consists
of a single shot of espresso
with steamed cow's milk.

Perhaps this time around
when you go mad
as a bag of ferrets,

you'll actually hit
a wheelchair-bound judge
with a flying saucer.

[grunts]

This is a coffee competition,

not a milk competition!

I had no idea
he was handicapped.

-You, madam, are disqualified!
-What?

-I think the correct term
is disabled.
-I knew that.

-Get her out of here!
-You're disqualified!

-You're all disqualified!
-Out!

-[crash]
-Out!

[Jo shouting]

Anyway, you're the one
that's gonna shit themselves

-when I beat you.
-Really?

Well, you can always click
your ruby slippers together,

find a pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow,

or a leprechaun
in your undergarments drawer.

But milk substitutes
like the ones you waste
good coffee on

will never manage the rich,
creamy perfection achieved

when, like Canadian
Olympic pair ice skaters,

real milk
and single origin coffee

embrace to form
a flying figure eight

of flavor pirouettes
on your tongue.

Wow. And they say
I'm long-winded.

-Doojee.
-What was that?

-If I have to explain it.
-Hm.

Say, is that a swan
or a western screech owl?

[both laughing]

Not bad
for an inferior milk substitute.

-Toodle-loo.
-You cannot let him
get under your skin.

Specially if you plan to go
all the way at Nationals.

Well, that's the plan,
but keep it down, okay?

Jo is going
to Nationals, people!

-Hey!
-So cool.

-Sweet.
-Right.

-Subtle.
-All right, Jo!

Knew I could confide

in you, Roopa.

[soft music]

Hello. [chuckles]

-[Joan] Oh, texting.
-Mom?

Oh, darling.

What are you doing here?

Happy birthday.

It's not for another month.

Sixty-five quid
and some shopping vouchers.

That's completely unnecessary.

Your dad and I
wanted to see the café.

The old man's here?

Well, he's parked
out in the alley.

You know,
the whole vegan thing, so...

[shudders] It's a little shabby,

but, uh, it's functional. Hm.

Oh, he's got beads
in his beard. [laughs]

-Mom! Oh, my God.
-Hello.

-Mom.
-[Joan laughs]

Welcome to the Plant-arium
family! See you later, Mom.

Drive all the way here and, uh,
didn't wanna come inside?

Well, I couldn't leave
the old girl
in the alley, darling.

Unattended.

Oh, right. I suppose you'd get
a ticket or something.

Or towed.

Quad shot,
single origin, oat milk.

[engine starts]

-Is that a swan?
-Yeah, it is, yeah.

Nicely done.

-Bye, darling.
-Bye, Mom.

-[Joan] Here we go!
-[honks]

[Raymond]
Whoa, slow down, darling!
I don't have a top!

Sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, I'm late.

Oh, meet Petunia.

Yeah, the studded
chihuahua collar
was all that Pet Planet had.

All right, it made me feel
all warm inside.

Do you think I'm metrosexual?

Is that even still a term?

And you couldn't have left
Petunia at home?

She suffers from a severe case
of separation anxiety.

Yesterday, before her brekky
of red ants and crickets,

she got so pumped up
on adrenaline,
shot out of her cage,

and let me tell you,
this baby hums like Usain Bolt
when she gets spooked.

-Does it bite?
-Oh, a little.

Things that look like food.
Earlobes, nose, fingers.

-Okay.
-I'll just go
put her in the sink.

Two things win at Nationals:

great coffee
and an equally great story.

So, no idea's off the table.
Just throw anything out there.

Uh, I went online and watched
some of the winners
from last year

and compared them
to the potential results
of the registered judges

based on their socio-political
histories and ethnic backgrounds
and so forth.

Okay, you have me aroused.

I thought we could do this
as a team, all of us.

We? Me too?

The Plant-arium Coffee Pit Crew?

Well, I wouldn't classify us
under those terms.

Oh, come on.
Master Roaster here.

And, Ray, no one is better
at analytics and strategy
than you.

And, Roopa...

You know...

Uh, I mean, you are Miss...

Come on, you're
Miss Measurement and Cleanup.

I have a London Fog Cambridge
four-piece Spinner Luggage
set in olive green.

I've had it for four years,
and it's still in the plastic.

Okay, so, hm...

...for our signature drink--

I see
a grand political statement

about the times we live in.

Take the southwest
American border.

Texas, we hire a coyote.

He brings across six, no, four,

four undocumented immigrants
from Mexico,

or deeper into Central America.
Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala,

it, it doesn't really matter.
It's up to you.
One for each judge.

They might have children.
Then we bring them along too.

No one gets left behind.

Each immigrant,
in soiled clothing,

carries a 25-pound burlap sack

of single-farm Panamanian beans
on their backs.

We use the beans from the sweat
of their backs
to make the coffee.

Don't you think
that's a little bit down there
in the weeds?

We could make it
Syrian refugees.

Boat people carrying across
bags of coffee on sinking rafts.

Immigration is such
a hot-button topic.

Okay, don't ever say
boat people again.

Don't you think this is
just a little bit exploitative?

Yeah, no,
it is a bit political, actually.

My girlfriend works
in animal rescue.

-Thus the leathery finger-biter.
-Yeah.

Did you know the most
expensive coffee bean

is found in the high-altitude
Indonesian rain forest
covered in feces?

Wait, I think
I've heard about this.

The civet cat
eats the coffee cherries,

shits out the beans,
and the locals collect the shit,

clean the shit off the beans
and roast them.

The enzymes
inside the cat's stomach

create a distinctively pungent
yet savory flavor.

-Is that even vegan?
-Damn it.

It's an animal secretion,
just like cow's milk.

Hold on a sec, girlfriend.

Milk is an edible secretion,
isn't it? Like cum.

But I wouldn't know.
This is poo.

And poo isn't edible.

I mean,
my mom's dog Harry eats it,

but he does whatever he wants.

Uh, in this rescue place,

my girlfriend has
one of these crazy,

hopped-up-on-coffee civet cats.

I get the cat,
feed it coffee beans,

and when it shits,
we have rare coffee gold.

Shrinking habitats,
rare cats eating beans,

facing extinction,
biosphere under threat?

And then we feed them
the cat poo coffee?

Come on, guys. Jo, what are you?
Truthfully?

Female owner, operator, barista

earning about 15,000 quid
a year after taxes?

Who's trying to save the world
one cup of coffee at a time.

You're spearheading
a revolution.

-A female Pancho Villa.
-Pancho Villa was a vegan coffee

-revolutionary too?
-Seems unlikely,
but let's just go with it.

The competition rules
clearly state

that the use of cow's milk
in the latte is mandatory.

But your almond milk latte
is so ridiculously,
resoundingly good,

it won't matter
if you break the rules.

And if they disqualify you,
that doesn't matter either.

-Exactly.
-Because you made a stand
for what you believe in.

And we stand with you.

Money and glory may be scarce,

but what we have,
that's priceless.

Friendship and trust.

A well of it
that digs so deep into the earth

and reaches so high up
into the sky.

How does a well reach up
into the sky, Roopa?

Lock it up, people.

-[sighs]
-[chuckles]

-[Andy] Bye-bye, guys.
-[Jo] Good night.

-You wanna hang out?
-Uh, no, I've got a thing.

-A thing?
-Yeah. A thing.

Sounds like you're trying
to keep something from me.

Really?
'Cause last time I checked,

we weren't
officially dating, so...

-Go and do your thing then.
-Yeah?

-I've got a thing
as well actually.
-Have you?

-Yeah. On my own.
-Okay.

All right, bye.

[upbeat music]

-[beeps]
-Out of power?
Piece of shit, fuck.

[doorbell buzzes]

[Ray]
How you doing, Tammy?
Looking good.

-This is gonna be fun.
-[softly] Fucking asshole.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

Fucking piece of shit.

It is double elimination,
winner-takes-all!

Loser owes 300 pounds!

[crowd cheering]

Last week's champ,
Ridiculous Ray,

gets a buy-in
for the first round

because we have
an odd 15 tonight!

-[crowd cheering]
-Then you've got room
for one more.

Oh, look what the cat
dragged in.

A late entry from the vegan side
of the tracks.

-Struggling Josephine Hanson.
-[crowd booing]

-Just Jo.
-First up, we have Touchy Jo
against Magical Megan.

Three minutes, one latte,
room decides.

No spills,
immediate disqualification.

Must have a clean,
white, unbroken circle
around the edge of the cup.

Competitors must name
their art beforehand.

-Are we ready?
-[crowd cheering]

-Call out and begin!
-[crowd cheering]

-Rosetta.
-Unicorn.

-[crowd cheering]
-Come on, Ready?

♪ Picture this
I'm a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips ♪

♪ I am sick, I will punch
a baby bear in his shit ♪

♪ Give me lip, I'mma send you
to the yard, get a stick ♪

♪ Make a switch, I can end
a conversation real quick ♪

♪ I am crack, I ain't lying,
kick a lion in his crack ♪

♪ I'm the shit, I will fall off
in your crib, take a shit ♪

And the winner is...

-[all] Jo! Jo! Jo!
-[crowd cheering]

♪ We will cut a frowny face
in your chest, little wench ♪

Butterfly or eye?

♪ I will walk into a court
while erect, screaming ♪

-The eye!
-[crowd cheering]

♪ Hey, you wanna hear
a good joke? ♪

Salamander or scorpion?

-Salamander!
-[crowd cheering]

Bye, Dan!

So long, Robbie!

Piss off, John!

-It's a dragon!
-[crowd cheering]

Loser Logan! Bye, Bob!

Luscious Loretta
against Magical Megan!

-[Rudy] It's Edvard Munch's
Screaming Woman!
-[crowd gasping]

[crowd cheering]

And Rambunctious Robbie

against Cock Happy Charlie!

Oh, she's got the broken heart.

[crowd groaning]

-Broken heart's the winner!
-[crowd cheering]

Tree stump or killer whale?

-Killer whale!
-[crowd cheering]

Lying John
against Fucking Frank!

-Eiffel Tower!
-[crowd cheering]

-She's the winner!
-[crowd cheering]

Mo-- Mo-- Mona Lisa!

-Mount Rushmore!
-[crowd gasping]

Giant Pacific octopus,
endangered species!

-Edward Hopper! A masterpiece!
-Wow.

Pablo Picasso, Cubist Woman!

[crowd applauding]

Bye, Jesse. Only two remain!

[crowd cheering]

Ridiculously Good Ray
and Watery Milk Jo!

-[crowd groaning]
-Just Jo, please.

Both of you have one loss
apiece, so this settles it.

Do you even have 300 pounds, Jo?

Would I enter this sham
of a contest if I did not?

That's a no!

Call out the artwork
and let the clocks go!

[crowd cheering]

-A school of jellyfish.
-A bridge.

-Just a bridge?
-Yeah.

[crowd cheering]

[rock music]

[crowd screaming and laughing]

[crowd exclaiming]

[Rudy] London Tower Bridge!

School of jellyfish!

I mean, it's a bit overdone.

Queen Elizabeth
when she first took rule

and the old regal one,
you know, today.

I tried to capture
the benevolent indifference
in her smile.

Well, I mean, I concede.

And the loser is the loser!

-Ray!
-[crowd cheering]

Okay, well...

[laughing]

Uh, you owe me 300 quid.

I'm good for it. Actually, I'm,
I'm gonna have to owe you.

-I live here now.
-Is that a single bed futon?

Yeah,
I'm maximizing efficiencies.

Yeah, well,
you could live with me.

-We could talk about coffee
all the time then.
-Yeah.

♪ Daddy, it's a good day ♪

Good morning!

Jo was a fighter,
but she would need

an outstanding and unique
specialty coffee drink
in order to win.

Her cause, to save the planet
one cup at a time,

was hanging in the balance.

[upbeat music]

[Jo]
Someone pick up
these beans, please.

Love foam.

Rosewater-brewed,
a hint of plum and pomegranate,

a dash of agave,
and, um, a passing wisp

of sour lime
around the rim of the glass.

I, I think this is the one.

[sighs]

-Mm.
-Mm.

[Ray]
Mm.

-Okay.
-[blows a raspberry]

-Uh...
-Stop what you're doing.
I'm about to change your lives.

Roasted these bad boys
at 450 degrees Fahrenheit
until they cracked,

let them cool,
sprayed them with water,
and roasted them again.

Ready?

-[gasps] Aww.
-Nice kitty!

Paradoxurus hermaphroditus.

Otherwise known
as the Asian palm civet cat.

On loan from the Pamela Anderson
Film & Television Animal Rescue.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
a coffee-making machine.

Oh, and by the way,
Pamela is vegan too.
I thank you.

She answers to Powderpuff.
Don't you?

-Is it friendly?
-No.

So, I got a bushel
of coffee cherries
and made the cat eat them.

[chuckles] So you shoved them
down its throat.

Does Pamela know you did this?

She lives in Malibu.
Nine time zones away.

And, no, I gave it a choice.

Crisps, bananas, pizza,
or coffee cherries.

That beauty pounced
on those coffee cherries

like a fat kid
on a burst piñata.

-Ooh, coffee cherries.
-[soft growl]

-[forced chuckle]
-Drink up.

[clicks tongue]

-Musky.
-Mm-hm.

-I can't place the flavor.
-Hm.

Well, it's, it's got something.

It's interesting, right?

-It's definitely unique.
-Uh-huh.

-I'm picking up maybe seafood?
-Mm-hm.

It tastes like...
It's oddly like garlic?

-Spicy garlic.
-Hm.

-[whispers] Spicy garlic.
-Yeah, did the cat eat

a bunch of garlic chili paste
as well as the cherries?

Uh, [scoffs] no, that was me.

I had this killer
Thai garlic chicken.

Seitan garlic, Seitan,

in a spicy chili curry paste.

So, it turns out
this pampered
cinema industry cat

grew up on canned tuna, right?

It ate those coffee cherries
and vomited.

-[cat meowing]
-[retches] Oh, my... Ugh.

It couldn't digest
its own natural cuisine.

So I did.

Mm.

[farts]

-[Andy grunting]
-[poops]

[retches]

gasps]

[retches] These...

-...these coffee beans come...
-[retches]

-...come from you?
-Uh-huh.

[retches, spits]

And discovered it's all about
what you eat first.

-[retches]
-Next time, I'm thinking

I should eat
a big block of chocolate.

[both gargling]

So the question is what flavor
profile are you after?

-I like it.
-[retches]

It reminds me of this tea
my mom used to give me
when I was a kid.

-Huh.
-[Jo and Ray vomiting]

[upbeat music]

Welcome, everyone,
on YouTube, Facebook,

and anyone lucky enough
to be seeing this
on penitentiary telly.

This is the British National
Barista Championships,

coming to you live and edited
for our fans incarcerated.

I'm Bernie Du Boucher

-and this is Lisa San--
-And I am Lisa San Germaine.

-Yeah.
-And do we have a treat for you.

Oh, yes, we do.
The La Marzocco representative

and German champion,
all the way from Dusseldorf,

it's Hans Schittschuhlaufen.

Schlittschuhlauf.

Schlittschu-- Just tell me
you're not gonna chuck me out
of bed if I say it incorrectly.

Well, how many competitors
do we have with us today, Lisa?

Forty-one. From all over
the United Kingdom.

England, Ireland,
Scotland, and Wales.
And even the Isle of Man.

We're gonna follow
each and every one of them

as they attempt
to pull their best shot.

[Lisa moaning]

I call it
Mexican Spiced Chocolate Galore.

Uh, melted chocolate de Mesa...

Is it true that
each of the contestants

has a maximum of 825 points?

...skillfully dried
summer pepperoncini,
shaken over...

Is that right?

Oh, I love the way
you say my name.
Really rolls off your tongue.

-Lisa!
-What?

...wild forest thyme infusion.
This is...

Okay.
So I shall blend it with, uh...

[gasps]

-Can we get a medic in here?
-[gasps]

Each competitor has 15 minutes
to create three coffees
for four judges.

[squeals] You've got a way
with words, Hans.

-Hands, Hans.
-What?

What kind of specialty drinks
do they make?

It's whatever they want.

Yeah, it is a no-holds-barred
coffee tastebud takedown.

A few drops of milk
over the side of a cup,

going over the allotted time,
or even an audible shite

can doom their quest
for barista immortality.

Hans, coffee has a
really grand history.

Tell me, do you know
how Moses likes his coffee?

[laughs] Hebrews it!

Well, if it's not Miss Hanson.

Hi.

[wheelchair whirrs, beeps]

-I--
-Wait for it.

-I should probably--
-I said wait.

-I was just--
-Stop.

You aren't planning on tossing
any Royal Doulton my way,
are you?

[grunts] Fuck!
This is a coffee competition,
not a milk--

I hadn't considered
tossing anything around
this time, actually.

I'd hate to have to deduct
points for errant flying china.

No, of course. That would be
if you were judging my round,

which I assume you're not?

Oh, my. It's Jo Hanson from
Plant-arium Coffee Roasters,

and I am the judge.

And if you're thinking
of serving me nut juice

in your cow's milk latte,
you might want to reconsider.

Fuck. Fuck. Motherfuck.

Grab yourself a construction
hardhat, because next up

is Jo Hanson from Plant-arium
Coffee Roasters, London.

I've roasted and flavor-checked
the high-altitude Ethiopian,

the high-altitude Guatemalan,
and the low-altitude Panamanian.

I have precisely measured
each one of the exact pulls
of the beans

selected by my colleague Andrew.

Each one is color-coded,

and the machines,
the carafes, the utensils,

well, they're
spit-shine spotless.

-Did you actually spit
on my gear?
-Hm.

The way Angelo Moriondo
would have wanted it.

All right, the judges.

Three live sea level,
so I'd go bold for them.

The fourth spent
30 years at Chamonix
as a snowboard instructor

who fancied hip-hop
on the weekends.

Which suggests a preference
for milder flavors.

Okay.

[all] Roast it!

Oh, look, some team spirit!

-Lock it up, people.
-[laughs]

That looks warm, doesn't it?
Looks fun, doesn't it, Hans?

We could do that up here.

We could slap each other,
or I could slap you.

We could pat each other
on the ass.

You could start with me.

[sighs]

[exhales]

Hey, let's keep those ghosts
in the closet
where they belong, eh?

-Yes.
-Judges ready?

Timer ready. Let's begin.

Coffee has always been
about revolution.

Jorge, you look like a man
who can appreciate
a good revolution.

-[crowd gasping]
-The Arab world,
the 13th century.

Coffeehouses were popular
meeting places

where discussions bloomed
about music, religion,

stoning of adulterers.

Run your fingers along the edge.

-Dangerous...
-Oh.

-...like the coffee
served in this period.
-Hm.

Spiced with cumin, cinnamon,

swinging big blades here,
mind your fingers,

and traditionally honey.

Cumin, that is
one of my favorites.

You like it salty
and sticky, eh?

All right, keep your hair on.

The essence of these
danger-filled Arabian nights,

I have blended with ice
and strained
through Moroccan muslin.

A few drops are all we need.

We dive ahead, 1884.

The revolution comes to coffee.

Angelo Moriondo
invents the world's
first espresso machine.

[crowd applauding]

This one, I prepared at home.

Using a spectrometer to untangle
its flavor components,

I discovered that the molecules
of a caramelized date leaf,

when deep frozen
in liquid nitrogen,

powdered and carbonized,

mirrored the desperation
of the Orient,

fallen hordes
at the Great Wall of China.

Sweet ginger,
macadamia, and lychee.

A single drop, and we recall
those tormented times.

Perfect hand.
Steady, impressive.

Unbelievable.
It's like watching David Blaine

shove a crochet needle
through his cheek.

And I present to you
my signature coffee drink.

Eight centuries of revolution.

And now, the way
my revolutionary Italian friend

Angelo Moriondo envisioned it,
il espresso.

Take your first sip.

Taste the florals
of Ethiopian coffee cherries
picked at high altitudes.

In your second sip, taste
the creamy quality of coffee

grown in harsh,
unwavering volcanic soil.

Now, drain your cups

and feel the warmth
of an equatorial paradise.

Today, the revolution continues.

Global warming.

Here we go.

Billions of lattes
are consumed every year.

And the milk from the cows
that goes into those lattes,

the trillions
of gallons of water

that is used
to produce that milk,

is having adverse effects
on our fragile planet!

Bring it home, Jo.

So I proffer a question.

Is it not criminal to add
cow's milk to perfection?

The revolution must continue.

The revolution for oat milk,
almond milk, soy milk,

and all other plant-based milks.

-Oh, she has left
the building, Lisa.
-Yes.

That nut milk
has turned her into a nutter.

Oh, nut puns.

They're new for this year,
Bernie. They're hilarious.

We don't make the rules.
We just follow them.

However, the, uh...

...the pairing of cow's milk
with great coffee

is still the way that
competitions like this
are constructed.

-[moos]
-[Young Jo] It's wrong.

[Raymond]
It's not Daisy anymore.

That's a nice bit
of T-bone, that.

And so, I must comply.

Did I mention
that Jo is extremely broke?

-What?
-And did I also mention

that Jo is prone
to bad decisions?

Well, she is.

Where we going?

Guys!

Guys, wait, where are you going?

Oh, we're out of here,

because our friend stabbed us

and the planet in the back.

I started eating cashew
cheese because of you.

And I actually
really, really like it.

After all that bullshit
about saving the planet
one cup of coffee at a time.

[Bernie]
What do you say, Birmingham?

Shall we brew up
some of baristas
best of the best?

Shall we announce our five
runners-up and crown
our British champion? [squeals]

I had a chance to win.
But I knew Jorge

-would disqualify me again.
-Jorge.

-And I am broke.
-Jo,

a principle is not a principle

-unless it costs you something.
-Yeah.

How do you think
Colin Kaepernick feels now?

Oh, I don't know who that is,
but I agree.

-Yeah.
-[crowd cheering]

Congratulations!

Becky, it's fantastic. Mm, yeah.

-Third place...
-Third. Three.

Better get back in there,
by the way, in case you win,

which will confirm
the complete destruction
of your moral compass.

Zombies have more conviction
in their ideals,

and they've only got
half a brain.

-Ray! Andy, come on.
-Our final two from London!

It's like my mother always says.

You are not being honest
if your burn your tongue,

and you do not tell
everyone else
that the soup is hot.

Rudy Wintergreen
of Avante Garden

and Jo Hanson from
Plant-arium Coffee Roasters!

[crowd cheering]

You lose even if you win.

Oh, and they just
called your name.

-And now, the moment of truth.
-Truth.

Our winner is gonna be
taking home a trophy
too large to be practical.

-[laughs]
-Yeah.

Dubrovnik.

Sounds like
a swanky fade haircut

you'd get from a Russian barber.
[laughs]

-What does
our runner-up get, Lisa?
-Absolutely nothing, Bernie.

-Welcome to the stage,
Rudy and Jo!
-Yeah.

That's him.
That's him. That's him.

And Jo?
The tall, green vegan woman.

-Jo Hanson!
-Jo?

[slow music]

[Jo]
The pairing of cow's milk
with great coffee

is still how competitions
like this are constructed...

...and so I must comply.

[Hans]
And the first runner-up...

[crowd applauding]

[Bernie]
Which makes Jo Hanson our Royal

National Barista Champion!

Jo Hanson!

Go get your trophy!

See you in Dubrovnik, sellout.

She had gone against
everything she believed in.

She won and lost.

The journey back would be
difficult even for her.

-Hey, uh, what's going on here?
-We're waiting for it to open.

-Well, what to open?
-The coffeehouse.

Lassie won
best coffee in the world.

-You mean in the UK.
-Yeah, that too.

-Hello, everyone.
I'm Jo, the owner.
-[applause]

Uh, I'll be opening up
right away.

Thank you all
so much for waiting.

Oh, uh, so as not
to disappoint anyone,

we're a vegan operation here.

-[crowd groans]
-[man] Is that no milk?

[woman]
No milk? For real?

Well, I hope it's as good
as they say it is.

Okay, just give me
one second here.

[upbeat music]

-[machine whirrs]
-Oh.

Enjoy.

Oops.

Sorry.

Hey, girl.
May I present Cameron and

this other guy,
I don't know his name.

They're the only two dudes
I could, like, get, so...

Maja, you, like, handle
the till.

Cameron and friend,
either of you two have

any hot liquid experience
at all?

[chuckles] No,
but she said you'd pay us.

Okay. Come with me.

Shit.
Double shot decaf latte
and a piccolo soy caramel.

Thank you very much.

Oh, Roopa, hi.

W-- wait, w-- wait, um,
let me make you a coffee

the way you like it,
for old time's sake.

Triple shot oat milk latte
with a sprinkle
of dark chocolate?

Here you go.

It's gone.

-What?
-Your doojee.

-My doojee?
-It's not here or here or here.

But you'll know
when you find it.

-Bollocks!
-[gasps] What? Whoa.

Where's my doojee?

I never got the chance
to congratulate you.

-What's this?
-It's a gift.
I thought you might need it.

You know how I feel
about cow's milk.

It's a moral issue
you feel very passionate about.

Except for the days you don't.

It's funny how that works,
isn't it?

Second place had to hurt.

Second place in the UK.

Did I not mention
I have dual citizenship?

Yeah, I won the Canadian title
a month and a half ago.

I'm gonna be representing
Canada, and I'm gonna win.

♪ Oh Canada.. ♪

-[gasps]
-What were you even doing
in Birmingham at Nationals then?

Practicing.
How about a piccolo doppio
Ethiopian with almond milk

from the Royal United
Kingdom champion?

I'll even pay for it.

-So, have you sourced
your beans?
-No.

Yeah, I have.
Found a little finca
high in the hills of Guatemala.

San Marcos region.

Maybe you've heard of it.

The Farm of the Two Marias?

-La Finca Dos Marias?
-Yes! [laughs]

Is that an elephant trunk?

-It's a tulip.
-Hm.

[grunts] Ugh. No. Uh, no.
It's horrible.

What happened?
You used to be so talented.

Lovely La Marzocco.

Yeah, that will look quite
handsome over at my place. Hm.

I'll use it myself. Toots.

-I don't want this.
-Whoa.

[gasps] Maybe it is a bit big
for a paperweight.

Or maybe a doorstop.

-Oh, you really did it, Jo.
-Yay.

You put
your personal beliefs aside

and let your business sense
rule you.

Oh, God, is it hot in here?

Oh. Do you want
some edamame pesto?

It's 100% vegan. It's good.

You've had a very big effect
on me, Jo.

As your oldest
and dearest friend,

I am incredibly proud of you.

Oldest and dearest? Ah.

-What, am I not?
-Marcy Simpson.

-Oh, yeah.
-Hannah Williamson,
Bridget Fonger.

-Yeah.
-Then maybe you.

Well, as the assistant manager,
and soon to be full manager,

don't go worrying
about the loan right now.

You need to focus
those high beams
on the World Championships.

Next two payments in full
in advance.

-So we're caught up?
-Well, no, no.

You're extremely deep in debt.

Look, you win
the World Championships...

-Yeah.
-...you collect
the 50,000 euros,

and then you parade back
into merry old London Town
the hero.

We franchise the Plant-arium.

I'll be your business partner,
of course.

Well, me and the bank.

And then perhaps
we move in together.

-We raise this baby together.
-Baby?

Have you, um, you ever thought
about being a parent?

[sighs] Look, I'm, I'm tired.

-Oh.
-My hands are shaking.

My concentric circles are
completely and totally wonky.

Besides, I've,
I've lost my team.

Oh, teams? Teams come and go.
Just like friendships.

But not this little black duck.
I'm here with you for life.

-Mm. Smells nice.
-Thank God.

Okay. Um, do you mind taking
your hand off my shoulder now?

Collect half of what you need
to compete in Dubrovnik,

and I will double it.

I mean, the bank will double it.

Have I gone up a little bit
on your list of oldest
and dearest mates?

-Second.
-Yeah.

-Maybe a close third.
-Yes! Yes!

[chuckles] Ow.

[powers down]

[Jo]
Come on, go.

Oh. [sighs]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-[honking]
-[woman] Watch it!

Oh, shit.

And that will be
two caramel cocoa,

watermelon cluster Coffuccinos
with extra whipped cream

and one bubble gum Coffuccino

with crushed sour candy apple
sprinkle, thank you.

Welcome to Buckstars.

Are you looking for a coffee?

Jo had lost her team,
and with it, her doojee.

Not even Angelo Moriondo
could help her now.

What? I don't understand!

You got this. [bangs table]

Come on.

Tight as possible.

Come on.

Piece of shit.

[retches] Come on!

Shit.

Fuck!

You're staring at me

with them
beady little fucking eyes!

Ow.

[groans] Fuck. [grunts]

No! Fuck!

-[grunts]
-[shatters]

Oh. [gasping]

[sobs] Angelo, I didn't mean it.

I'm so sorry.

[gentle music]

[shatters]

[cell phone rings]

Hi, Ray. It's Jo.

I know you don't
wanna talk to me,
but please just call me back.

Oh.

[sighs] Hey.

Mom and Dad. [sobs]

So headstrong.

Vegan cookies. [sobs]

Vegan whiskey and cookies.

Oh, Daisy. [sobs]

I'm such a terrible shit.

Daisy, I let them down.

Your brothers and sisters,
and grandfather,
and uncle and aunt,

second cousin twice removed.

[sobs] I let you down.
I'm sorry.

-[Skype ringing]
-Oh, coming.

Oh, hold your horses.

[groans, sighs]

Hans Schlittschuhschlaufen.

Don't be daft. You know it's me.
You've called here
20 times before.

Can you cover your John Thomas?
This is downright pornographic.

Hm? Oh.

I'm extremely busy here, Hans,
so what do you need?

Yeah, well, that was
a long time ago.

The coffee was simple, yet rich.

Sharp and dominant when hot.

Oh, yeah.

Yet tangy and nippy when cool.

La Finca Dos Marias is where

I first fell in love
with becoming a barista.

La Finca Dos Marias.

[dramatic music]

[chuckles]

[goats bleating]

[hen clucking]

[engine spluttering]

-Orale, orale.
-Hola.

La Finca Dos Marias?

Gracias.[chuckles]

-[indistinct chatter]
-Hi.

Is this seat taken?

-[speaks Spanish]
-Oh. Oh. Ooh.

[in English] Ah, ah. Okay.

[Jo]
I left London yesterday morning.

Sixteen-hour layover in Houston.

Bargain airline.
Used my friend's credit card

and a bunch
of frequent flyer miles.

Quite a journey. [chuckles]

I've been here before.

-Cigaro?
-Oh, uh, no, thank you.

Asthma, don't smoke.

-Buena?
-Si.

Oh. Oh, oh.

[coughs]

Well, that's, that's what
I'm trying to tell you.

Coffee is the one luxury item
that many human beings,

myself included, agree
that they cannot live without.

There's the thing.
This wonderful contrivance,

consumed daily by the billions,

adds to the problem
of global warming.

Can't, can't live without it,
can't live with it, right?

That's why we need
plant-based milks, Hugo.

[clucks]

Whoa, this is, uh,
this is my stop.

Gracias.

Here's your chicken.

Gracias.

-Adios.
-Bye!

[man]
Orale,bye-bye.

[Jo]
La Finca.

[soft music]

[goats bleating,
chickens clucking]

Isabella!

Okay. I've, I've never helped
in the birthing
of livestock before.

My pet rabbit had babies,
but they, they just pop out.

Do we wear scrubs?

I, I came all the way
from London.

It was a really long trip.

The finca is as beautiful
as I remember.

-[Isabella grunts]
-[goat bleats]

Help me! Help me!

-Go!
-[goat bleats]

[grunts]

-I count three, okay?
-[goat bleats]

Uno, dos...

-[both grunt]
-[goat bleats]

[laughs] Es una niña.

[kid bleats]

So, who are you?

[retches] Josephine Hanson.

-No.
-I interned with you for a year.

There was a German man here
for some of that time.

-German man? Yeah.
-Mm-hm.

The German man with, with big...

...uh, dreams
of, of making coffee.

I want to enter
the world coffee championships,
and I was hoping to--

You, I don't remember.
Him, I, I remember.

Oh, big, long...

...name. Schlittschuhlaufen.

-[laughs]
-You, uh, you remember his name.

-Oh, jah.
-He was here for two weeks.

I was here for an entire year.

-Nothing?
-No.

[Jo]
You taught me
that the best beans

come from plants
at high altitudes,

growing
in Guatemalan volcanic soil

beneath the cap of the clouds

in the heat of the direct
sunlight all day every day.

You would say,
"My beautiful coffee plants.

They find it
so, so, so very hard
to survive."

And then you would tell me about
all the male strippers
in El Salvador

and how that one
gave you a black eye
with his helicopter pork sword.

[narrator]
And they talked
and talked and talked.

Jo spent four days listening
to Isabella's stories,

from her bouts
of yeast infections

to the proper method
of rolling a tamale.

Jo regained something
she had lost,

as well as getting her mitts on
the high-altitude coffee beans

that changed her life.

Well, you see, this,
this one hectare here...

...is very special.

It is the best of my finca.

Only for my family and...

...and people
who remember my stories.

[both laughing]

Well, you see,
these, these cherries,
they are denser, harder,

much more full of flavor.

They are the very best
of the best of the best.

The best of the best.
The best of the best!

-Yeah.
-The best of the best.

-[chuckles]
-The best of the best.

-This is, this is
exactly what I need.
-Ah.

Well, I think you have
a, a bigger problem.

My, my doojee?

How can you tell
from just looking at me?

-[grunts]
-[gasps]

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

-No, no, no.
-Three.

Good?

I think you're going
to need something else.

I think, uh,
you're also going to need this.

This was...

This was my father's
and his father before him.

Great men, great coffee growers.

-It's going to bring you
good luck.
-Hm.

Goat milk for the road?

-Oh, I don't do dairy.
-Too bad.

-Gracias. Muchas gracias.
-♪ Every little thing gonna
be all right ♪

♪ 'cause I say so
Every little thing gonna
be all right ♪

Yes!

♪ Every little thing gonna
be all right ♪

♪ 'cause I say so
There's no need to worry ♪

♪ 'cause we're gonna
be just fine ♪

[Jo]
Bye, Isabella.

♪ Darling, let's
forget the time ♪

♪ 'Cause I see
children laughing ♪

♪ And we have something
to say, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Hey yeah hey, hey, hey,
hey yeah, hey, hey, hey ♪

[woman] Roopa, garbage.

You want me
to take the rubbish out?

Roopa.

How could you?

I cannot talk right now.
I'm working.

Working at Buckstars? Really?

Well, they're
socially conscious.

They provide pension plans
for part-time employees,

healthy vegan options,
and they're trying to be ethical
and eliminate straws

so that sea turtles don't get
them stuck up their nasal holes.
And they're helping shrink

-the GPGP.
-What are you even
talking about?

-The Great Pacific
Garbage Patch!
-Okay, don't,

don't change the subject, Roopa!

-Ah.
-[knock on door]

Piss off. I'm busy.

-Hey, Andy.
-If I was expecting visitors,
I'd have tidied up.

Oh, really?

No, probably not.

What are you doing here?
Do you mind?

-Can we talk?
-I've got nothing to say.

Take off that apron.

[stutters] That visor as well.

They'll charge me for it
if I don't return it.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

[grunts]

I see it under
these medical supplies!

Okay.

Oh, there's a little
tomato sauce on there.

Or blood.
It's probably not blood.

There aren't any more polecats
running around here, are there?

Sheila left me.

She says I have no drive.
But I do have drive.

I've almost got
the highest score
on Riviera Racer New Millennium,

42,345,000 and counting.

Some snotty-nosed 12 year-old
from Topeka, Kansas,
has got the lead,

and he calls himself
MuscleTurboThrust.

Six more days, he's mine.

How long you been
on this sofa for, mate?

-What's today?
-It's Thursday.

Since last Monday.

Ah. No wonder I got bedsores.

[Jo]
I got one.

[grunting]

-[grunts, exhales]
-Yeah.

-Oh.
-Uh, I don't need
your help either.

Okay.

I'm competing at Worlds.

[scoffs] You come here
to take the piss?

No. I, I can't do it
without you.

I'm a man. I'm a working man.
I've got my timetable.

If you're not ready to commit,
then I've got to find
someone else who is.

It's as simple as that.

Guatemalan high-altitude,
single-farm,

double-shot, extra hot almond
with a splash of vanilla.

-Macchiato?
-Of course.

[sniffs]

Oh, God, I've missed you.

I better go.
The boss will write me up

if he's in a bad mood,
and I'll get the sack.

You really buggered things up,
didn't you?

And to be honest,
you made me reconsider
all this vegan thing.

These corporate people
are sticklers
for schedules and breaks.

It's all trust
and friendship with us.

I suppose you're offering
my old job back too?

-I am.
-[scoffs]

Can we start making
blended drinks?

Because those cotton candy
coffees are really good,

-and I really like them.
-No.

But I'm getting the team
back together.

Come hear me out tonight
at the Plant, okay?

[upbeat music]

[gasps] Andy.

Oh, God,
it's so great to see you.

-This was a shit idea.
-Wait.

Roopa! Hey, you made it.

-Just the two of us?
-Mm-hm.

Obviously, this one
didn't have the nerve
to ask Ray to join us.

-[Andy chuckles]
-[Ray] Hey.

-[sighs]
-Ray.

-[exhales]
-Good to see you.

-Please come sit at the bar.
-Sure.

Don't.

Oh, tablecloth. Fancy.

Ooh, candles.

-Please cleanse your palates.
-[clears throat]

Hiya, Team Jo.

I was just finishing up
some reports on account
of we are going

to the World Barista
Championships in Dubrovnik.

What the bloody hell
is Stoney doing here?

She goes by Katina now,
and she's a bank manager.

Uh, not quite, but almost.

Well, her bank
is funding the endeavor.

This is the drink
that wins it all.

Most people associate coffee
with breakfast, right?

But suppose
coffee was breakfast.

-Does the apology come
before brekkie or after brekkie?
-[scoffs] Yeah.

The coffee I'll be using today
combines the--

It is night.
I just wanted to point that

to everyone
so that we're all aware.

Which is confusing because
breakfast is usually in the a.m.

-Mm-hm.
-I'm backing Andy on this one.

-Is it a morning thing
or a night thing?
-Hm.

-Um, I have to say,
I'm completely lost.
-Shut up, Stoney.

The coffee I'll be using
combines

the deep rich undertones
of La Finca Dos Marias

with the floral top-notes
of Ethiopia.

A smorgasbord of flavor.

-Smorgasbord?
-I went to one with my mum.

-It had these
tiny vegan meatballs.
-Huh.

I would, I would like
to meet your mum.

I pour the shot
over half a teaspoon

of homemade
burned orange maple marmalade

-already in the base
of the glass.
-Oh.

-Hm.
-Now, I add a caramelized
baked-oat cluster.

Ah.

Eleven green cardamom seeds
are then crushed

and blended with 200 grams
of whipped cashew milk cream.

[both sighs]

Topped with a wafer-thin
bittersweet dark chocolate.

Breakfast is served.

Before you drink, note the aroma

as it moves across
your tongue rhythmically

like a Brazilian carnival troupe
of sweaty half-naked
samba dancers.

Now take a small sip.

-You'd really meet my mum?
-Yeah.

Now, be rewarded
with the satisfying crunch

of the oat cluster bathed in
burned orange maple marmalade.

-You know, meeting my mum
is a big step.
-Oh.

It's fucking fab.

It's better than that Mary Jane
Mr. Gummer sold us at school.

All joking aside, it would,
it'd really mean a lot to me

if you did meet my mum.

Honestly, one hit, I was
on all fours dishing out
blowjobs

to the whole
of the junior rugby team.

Oh, the baby, it kicked.

-Ha.
-One clarification.
The half-naked samba dancers.

-Which half of them is naked?
-Top?

See, I was picturing
the bottom half.

Jo, I have but one word for you.

You have rediscovered
your doojee.

Okay, that's five words.
Five-and-a-half
if you hyphenate doojee.

-Well...
-Ray?

Acceptable.
You got a name for it?

I call it Morning Glory Crunch.

-Ha.
-Sounds like a morning trip
to the loo.

-Yeah.
-So what do you guys say?

-Are you with me?
-I am.

Not you, I know you are.

If you're trying to make up
for what you've done,

it's gonna take more than coffee
and granola in a mug.

Yep, toodle-oo. I'm off too.

My shift at Buckstars
starts at 5:00 a.m.,

and you know I need
my eight hours, so...

Wait, guys, wait. Wait!

Ten thousand lattes.

Tons of greenhouse gases
that you personally had a hand

in stopping polluting
the atmosphere with.

And that's just you, Roopa.

Go back to Buckstars,
that all ends.

Some people at Buckstars

drink almond milk
or soy milk or rice milk.

I mean, it's not as common
as cow's milk,
but it is changing.

And, Ray, how many tons of beans
have you delivered
to the Plant-arium

for the exclusive enjoyment
of socially aware customers?

I lost count.

And, Andy, come on.

How many of those beans
have you roasted?

And how many of my coffees
have you enjoyed

while working
at the Plant-arium?

I like your coffee, Jo.
I really do.

But I've got that snot-nosed
wanker Double Thrust Turbo kid
to beat.

These are the sacrifices
that we make.

Thanks to you and you and you,

vegan coffee is winning
in this little corner
of the world.

We didn't win.
You tossed in the towel.

There's a bigger mountain
out there to climb,

and I can't climb it alone.

And it's windy. [whistles]

It's freezing.

And I'm reaching
my hand out to you.

Oh. Oh, not you, Katina.
This is for them.

Oh, I'm pregnant.
I just, I just lose track.
Just carry on.

Andy, I'm pulling you
off that sofa.

I'm saving your life
because you saved mine.

Okay, but the sofa
and the video game
is pulling me back.

Uh, I feel a metaphor coming.

The World Barista Championship

is the Everest
of coffee excellence,

and there's only one way
to scale it. Together.

So that we don't
lose our balance.

Why don't you tie on
to one of those llamas
so you don't go ass over tit?

That makes a great deal
more sense,

because I'm afraid of heights.
I get nauseous.

Oh, this isn't about Everest,
or climbing coffee mountains.

It's about being honest
with your mates.

-[hesitates]
-Ah.

-[Andy] Uh-uh-uh.
-[Ray] No.

Are you gonna do this
the right way or not?

-You have my word.
-Which is bankrupt.

And you say you're gonna
meet my mum? She's Jamaican

and practices
an ancient voodoo magic, Obeah.

If you disappoint her,
all of the hair on your scalp
will burn and fall off.

And that would not be pretty.

♪ Baby, can't you see
I'm calling ♪

♪ A guy like you
should wear a warning ♪

♪ It's dangerous, I'm falling ♪

♪ With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride ♪

♪ You're toxic
I'm slipping under ♪

♪ With a taste
of a poison paradise ♪

♪ I'm addicted to you ♪

-[gasps] Buckstars.
I haven't had my coffee today.
-Me too.

-Yeah.
-Oh, come on, guys.

The corporatization
of quality coffee.

I mean, I still do have
my 30% company discount.

Oh, well, in that, in that case.

Mm.

You can really taste
the bubble gum.

I haven't had cotton candy
since I went to the circus

and an elephant rolled
on a juggling clown

and squished his head.

Dad shoved cotton candy
down my throat

to shut me up from crying.

-Aww.
-Mm-hm.

The robust taste
of machine-burned coffee beans

and sickly sweet mocha syrup,
all blended with ice.

-All that with 30% discount.
-Mm.

It's financially responsible.

You were kidding, right,
when you said
no cow's milk before?

You were kidding?

-No.
-What?

♪ With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride ♪

♪ You're toxic
I'm slipping under ♪

♪ With a taste
of a poison paradise ♪

♪ I'm addicted to you ♪

This woman, Jo Hanson,

has filed an emergency
injunction against WBC

stating the mandatory use
of cow's milk is discriminatory.

Hey, discriminatory against who?
Almonds?

Relax, okay?
The judge is an old friend.

He likes coffee,
and he hates the Brits.

-They don't seem happy
to see us at all.
-Mm-mm.

Perhaps it's the legal papers
I filed in High Croatian Court.

What?

-[Jo] Hello.
-Maybe they'll poison us
in our sleep.

Hello. Love your country.

Can you believe this?
They show up now?

-[clears throat]
-Wait.

-Um...
-What just happened?

It's, like, an obvious
breach of the peace.

Like an act
of forcible repossession.

These big dudes are here,

they're taking away
the espresso machine.

Well, well, stop them.
Don't let them take it.

[scoffs] No,
that's not gonna happen.

They are very scary
no-neck dudes.

They literally have
no discernable neck.

They said you, like, defaulted
on a loan to the Avante Garden,

-so they're taking it.
-Fuck.

Rudy took the La Marzocco,
and with it,

my ability to provide a place
where the socially conscious

can relate
over a great cup of coffee.

Well, you better bloody
fucking win this thing then.

Well, you better bloody
fucking win this thing then.

Yeah, bloody fucking win.

When the going gets tough,

the tough brew single-origin,
fair-trade beans.

-Yes.
-Yes, that's it, Jo.

[Jo]
Come on!

Your Honor,
this woman has suggested

some sort of discrimination

based on a set of pre-conceived
notions that she has forfeited

by agreeing to participate
in this barista competition,

thereby waving her right
to argue against them.

Did you sign such a document?

I ticked that box. It was part
of the official application.

But you did check it, no?

Do you, Seka,
as the court-appointed lawyer,

disagree with this,

what Mr. Novak
has argued here today?

Uh, well, Your Honor, uh,

it's pretty much
the way she describes it, um,

and we have nothing more to add.

-Then I must rule--
-Wait. I have something to say.

This is about more than
caffeinated brown liquid.

This is about our children
and our grandchildren.

-This is nonsense.
-Go on.

You have my attention,
but keep it short.

I have two divorces
and a bankruptcy after this.

The World Barista Championship
must represent all milks,

including almond and soy,
to the world of coffee.

Objection.

But why?

[in Croatian]

[in English]
Greenhouse gases, to be exact.

Did you know that it takes
1,000 gallons of water

to produce just one gallon
of cow's milk?

Do we not have the duty
to make the world aware,
on this international stage,

that other choices of milk
are viable, taste good,

and are healthier
for those who consume them?

You say these other milks
are healthier?

Almond milk, for example,
is cholesterol-free,

saturated fat-free
and promotes a healthy heart.

You and you,
in my chambers right now.

''Nice touch with the Croatian,
but your accent is terrible.

I love rich, creamy latte
in the morning.

But this, I have not had
for a long time

since I'm having
a heart problem.

Quadruple bypass.
You know these things?

I love coffee,

but I cannot spoil it
with milk squeezed from... nuts.

I'm not sure
when you last tried it,
but things have really changed.

The nut milk that I use
is soft and creamy.

Like a woman's thighs.

-Uh...
-Um...

-Yes.
-Yes.

Uh, well, I suppose
that depends on the woman.

Oh, of course.
Depends on the woman.

-Novak, you agree?
-Well, I... [clears throat]

If health and taste
are your issues,

please let me make you a coffee.

-I must protest.
-Enough. Latte, now, you make.

[dramatic music]

Hurry, hurry.

Stenograph,
over there in the corner.

Novak, you are lawyer, sit here.

Seka, you are lawyer, here.

I am the judge.
I will sit in the middle.

He is from Dubrovnik,
sea level, bolder.

-Okay.
-Guatemalan, high mountain.

22 grams exact pull.

[nervous laugh]

I don't want you
to go all wonky,
but you remember when I told you

I was using the bank's
corporate credit card
to put all the expenses on?

-Yeah, I do.
-I lied.

It's my personal credit card,

and it's maxed out. [chuckles]

And I'm a pregnant woman
experiencing hot flashes

and, and emotional imbalance.

-Okay.
-So, no pressure.

-Good luck.
-Okay.

Come on, Stoney, let's go.

Your Honor,
imagine this is your first visit
to my coffeehouse.

This is how we start
our coffee friendship.

The latte, creamy
like a woman's thighs.

Mm.

[Jo]
The one you've been missing?

-Objection.
-Uh, overruled. Continue.

Thank you.

The coffee, an elegantly
expressive Guatemalan

single-farm La Finca Dos Marias.

Handpicked yellow and red fruit
from above 4,000 feet.

This is the first
specialty coffee

I personally fell in love with
many years ago.

-Yes.
-Ooh.

Go on.
-Cool.

Objection,
she's leading the witness.

I'm not the witness.
I am the judge.

Please, to continue.

By using 22 grams in the basket
and getting 36 out,

the tangy strawberry notes
play like wanton river nymphs
cavorting in your mouth.

River nymphs.
They were in this Coen Brothers
film which I enjoyed.

-Right.
-Yeah, that's O Brother,
Where Art Thou?

It's a great movie. It's...

-Sorry.
-With three and a half ounces
of total milk volume

and a lower temperature...

...we create
a dessert-like character

reminiscent of soft,
melting chocolate ice cream.

Your Honor,
renew your love affair...

...with coffee.

This is ridiculous.

This is not ridiculous.

This is good.

This is almond milk?

Yeah, it is, only the finest.

And where do you get
such almond milk?

-Whole Foods.
-Whole Foods?

Yes. Uh...

[sighs]

[bangs gavel]
I am decided,
from this day forward,

the World Barista Championship
will allow milk beverages
of all kinds,

including but not limited
to almond milk.

Let's go.
I have a divorce at one o'clock.

-Oh.
-I need lunch. Go, go, go, go.

[all cheering]

-Yes!
-Yes, you did it!

-We did it!
-Oh, my God.

Wow.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Ciao.
-Ciao.

[all cheering]

-Hi, I'm--
-Hi, I am Lisa San Germaine,

and that is Bernie Du Boucher,

and we are welcoming you

to the World Barista
Championships.

Broadcast live on
the worldwide web, on YouTube,

and also at your nearest
petrol pump
for Petrol Station Television.

So, Bernie, tell me,
you excited about today?

Well, I am--
-Now, he's very excited.

He's always excited, actually,
but he's more excited
about today

because the World Barista
Championships is the premiere
coffee competition

for coffee creativity
and excellence.

Yes, that is correct.

Yes.

First up is Kaito Mitsakawa
from Mount Fuji Coffeerama,

Hakusan-dayk, Japan.

-Hakusandake.
-Hakusandake.

-Japan.
-Japan.

Yes.

-Oh, bugger.
-Oh, God.

The fight against cow's milk

will just have to carry on
without you

now you've lost your
Plant-arium espresso machine.

Oh, but, hey, thanks
for changing the rules.

Oh, well done.

So perfectly
and utterly pointless.

You and him?

-Wow.
-[Rudy] Lovely machine.

No, it's my natural body scent.

[Bernie]
Unbelievable.

This drink from Canada's
Rudy Wintergreen

is so intricate and involved,

it may very well require
a four-part engineering plan

and a degree from MIT
to complete.

You know, Bernie, I really think
this could be our winner.

-Yes.
-It is a gastronomic
extravaganza.

[Lisa] He takes a juiced
Granny Smith apple,
reduced and clarified,

to which he adds
whole milk, brown sugar,

xanthin gum
and calcium lactate gluconate,

which has been blended together
and frozen overnight.

He then creates a bath
of sodium alginate
and distilled water,

into which he spoons a scoop
of the Granny Smith
sugar concoction

where it forms a sphere

onto which he sprinkles
charred, crumbled pecans.

And over this knobbly ball,
he pours

single-farm,
fair-trade Guatemalan coffee.

[Rudy]
I present... an espresso

with charred, crunchy pecans,

and a surprise ball...

...of Granny Smith
apple reduction.

Enjoy.

[Lisa]
And now, we watch

as the judges attempt to consume

what is now really quite
a complex, solid, gooey ball.

It's like trying
to swallow a large, warm,

slippery raw oyster.

[chuckles] Yes.

All right,
and the British judge,

um, the one
who uses a wheelchair

because he can't use his legs,
but he can use his hands,

-he does appear to be having...
-Oh.

-[gags]
-Is he... He may be choking.

-It's okay.
-[gasps]

-Swallow. Swallow it up.
-[gurgles]

I think he is choking, Lisa.

-But he's smiling.
-And gagging.

-[gurgles]
-Swallow.
Part of the experience.

-He's got it down.
-[sighs]

He loves it. He loves it.
Smiles all around.

And I think that is going to be
a very high score

for Rudy Wintergreen of Canada.

I think he just said
"I wanna have sex" in German.

[laughs] I am all in.

You could be his mum, Lisa.

-That was a bit uncalled for.
-Yes.

That fucking ballbag
stole your drink.

That name though, sex in German,
that's inspired.

How the fuck
did he get my drink?

Um...

All right, I was compromised.

-What?
-It was late last night, and
I came here to set things up.

[Andy]
Hans.

Uh-huh.

Hans and I both discussed

how we liked to work out
and, you know, eat well.

Right, when you're not sitting
in your underwear
playing computer games

and eating three-day-old
pepperoni pizza!

He was shocked to hear
that me and my girlfriend
had split up, actually.

[sobs]

I cried. And he asked if I like

to make the zoom-zoom
with the boom-boom,

and if I missed it
now that she was gone.

-Uh-huh.
-Mm-hm.

Mm.

[exhales]

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Uh, Jo is a very,
very dear friend.

[sighs]

Wait, so his shirt was off?
When did that even happen?

Just before we started eating
the strawberries and cream.
They were delicious.

♪ Bon appétit, baby,
appetite for seduction ♪

♪ Fresh out the oven ♪

♪ Melt in your mouth
kind of loving ♪

And we moved on
to other lovely exotic fruits.

I didn't know what they were.
I just had my eyes closed,
so he started feeding me.

And I just ate them.
I swallowed every little
last drop of them.

They were delicious
and juicy, they were.

One thing
was quite prickly, actually.

And, you know, we started
wrestling, like real men do.

-[grunts]
-We got hot and sweaty,
so we cooled each other down.

Oh, she calls it
Morning Glory Crunch.

[moaning, screaming]

Then I got thirsty.
We drank champagne,

and... one thing led to another.

Oh, come on, Andy!
You expect me to believe
that you and Hans got naked,

you made him my specialty drink,

and then the two of you f...?

All right.
We had a couple of beers,
and we played table football.

And I must have told him.
I'm sorry, Jo.
I don't remember doing it.

-Andy!
-Did nail that name though,
didn't he?

-Ow, sorry.
-You're pathetic.

[sighs] Oh, my God.

[inhales sharply]

-What the hell is that?
-It's a touchstone
to my, to my roots.

Yeah, you're gonna wanna
clean your hands after that.

[machine sizzles]

-Ah, scheisse.
-[Lisa gasps]

A costly premature
erroneous milk spurt

coming from the German chap.

Oh, so unfair, that.

I hate it when that happens.

It's just so frustrating.

-Tsk, tsk, tsk.
-[sighs, chuckles]

Our fragile planet. [sniffs]

Boop.

-[all gasping]
-Roopa, how did you do this?

I prepared, just in case.

Roopa, I'm so impressed.

You may have actually
found your doojee.

Okay. La Finca Dos Marias,

raw sugar, agave, kumquats,

blackberries,
and black currant foam.

60/40 black currant jam
to rose water under pressure.

-But what's it called?
-Night Movement. No.

-No.
-Still sounds like poo.

It does. It sounds like a poo.

-I'll work on the name.
Hands in.
-[Announcer] Jo Hansen...

-[all] Roast it!
-Night Movement!

-No, you need
to change the name.
-It's just not working.

I am here
to take you on a journey.

A journey to save
our magnificent
and fragile planet.

[Lisa]
It's quite brave
that she's grappling

with the issue
of global warming.

Perhaps there is something

more important than coffee.

What could possibly be
more important than coffee?

Il espresso.
For my signature drink,
I will test your palate

with tender flavor notes
that recall the polar,

temperate and equatorial zones
of the planet

that we must strive
to preserve at all costs.

Enjoy.

What do you call it?

I call it Fragrant Relief.

Oh, Jo.

[Jo]
I will finish with a latte.

Simple, clean, and vegan.

[crowd cheering]

The coffees have been made,

the judges have been
ca-- ca-- caffeinated,

and the scores have been
ca-- ca-- ca-- ca--

-In.
-...ca-- ca-- calculated.

Yes!

In sixth place,

Seo-yun Gwok from South Korea!

-Yes!
-Come on up!

Fifth place,
Bart Cooper from Australia!

Fourth place,
Manny Shapiro, Bolivia!

In third place,
Hans Schlittschuhlaufen
from Germany!

-[Bernie] Schlittsschuhlaufen!
-[audience] Go, Hans!

Now, our winner and runner-up!

Oh, my.

Never before in the history
of the WBC. We have a tie!

-[screams]
-Yes!

Rudy Wintergreen,
come on up here!

[audience]
Go Rudy!

Jo Hanson, come on up here!

-[cheering]
-[excited gasp]

[Andy]
Come on, Jo!

-[crowd cheering]
-[Andy] Yes!

-Yes!
-Both have a perfect score
of 825 points,

which means these two
will go into a sudden death.

Winner-take-all.
Takedown of lattes!

[Lisa]
It's the first ever
tie-breaker for WBC.

-Bernie, what are the rules?
-Three minutes head-to-head,

same machine,
five judges, five lattes.

The only difference tonight
is one is vegan,

the other is rich,
luscious cow's milk.

It really is white-knuckle,
heart-stopping stuff.

It's actually quite
exciting stuff here tonight.

[narrator]
It was do or die for Josephine,

and not even
some half-baked belief

in Angelo Moriondo
could help her now.

Good luck.
-I don't need luck.

I have full-fat cream,
and you have juiced nuts.

-[crowd chanting] Latte! Latte!
-Three minutes, one latte.

Contestants, begin.

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

[exhales]

Today I'll be making you
a cashew milk beverage...

I will be making
a milk beverage...

...single origin,
naturally processed Ethiopian...

...from a state farm
in Guatemala...

...with flavor notes
of chocolate...

...with tones of caramel...

-...stone fruit...
-...and hazelnut.

...and jasmine.

[dramatic suspenseful music]

[crowd chanting]
Latte! Latte! Latte!

[announcer]
Quiet, please.

[crowd chanting]
Latte! Latte! Latte!

[announcer] Order.
-[crowd] Cappucinno!

[crowd]
Espresso, Espresso.

Unbelievable.
Rudy Wintergreen has created
five gorgeous lattes.

Can Jo Hanson come anywhere
near his caffeine rapture

with a thin, watery nut juice?

Jo has put her cups together
like a Japanese Himitsu Bako
puzzle box.

Shout? Shout?

Shave, shave me?

[crowd murmuring]

For God's sake, it's "Save Me."
As in save the bloody planet.

[crowd cheering and applauding]

The weight of the world
in a cup of coffee.

I agree, it's a hard sell.

[announcer]
Quiet, please.

Order.

Haruto Kobayashi, Japan.

-One for Wintergreen.
-[audience cheering]

[announcer]
Chuck Jones, USA.

-One for Hanson.
-[audience cheering]

-Well done, Jo!
-[crowd cheering]

[announcer]
Quiet, please.

Order.

Order.

Ronald Gorelick, Poland.

-One for Wintergreen.
-[audience cheering]

Ife Nwachukwu, Ethiopia.

One for Hanson, two apiece.

-[crowd] Latte! Latte! Latte!
-[announcer] Quiet, please.

[announcer]
Jorge Smythe-Biggins,
United Kingdom.

[dramatic music]

[crowd cheering]

Bravo! Bravo!

Three to two.
That makes Jo Hanson

from Plant-arium Coffee Roasters
our winner.

And the first ever
female winner of the WBC.

Apart from the Polish lady.

Apart from the Polish...
Oh, yeah.

Apart from the Polish lady
who won last year.

-[crowd cheering]
-[indistinct chatters]

[Jo] Coffee pit crew,
get up here!

[laughing and cheering]

-We won!
-♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

You see all this? It's me.

I'm her financial backer,

uh, soon-to-be
franchise underwriter.

And I'm her third best friend.
But I'm moving up.

Hi, can I have a latte?
The way you make it.

Triple shot, extra hot,
almond, right?

♪ Bring me a higher love, love ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

Triple shot latte, please.

With oat milk.

-Is that your trophy?
-Yeah, it is, Dad.

Go on, Raymond.
Tell her your plan.

I've decided to plant
oats and grains.

Oat milk, it's, it's the future.

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

You need a hand, Ray?

Yeah, sure.

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

[narrator]
So perhaps when you have
your next cup of joe,

consider having it Jo's way.

The planet and the cows
will thank you.

And by the way,
I'm still not Morgan Freeman.

♪ Things look so bad
everywhere ♪

♪ In this whole world
what is fair ♪

♪ We walk the line
and we try to see
Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Falling behind
in what could be
Yeah ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love, oh ♪

♪ Bring me a higher love ♪

♪ Come on
bring me the higher love ♪

[cow mooing]

[upbeat music]

[rock music]

So it turns out that...

Hm. [sings]

...pampered cinema industry cat.

[sighs] No that was me.

It ate those coffee charity...

Charities.

Was that right? Was that...

...grew up on coffee.
Oh, fuck off.

Mm, mm.

Sorry, sorry, sorry I'm late.

Um...

-[Iguana growls]
-Fuck, it fell.

Good boy.

[hoots] What?

This is my dog bark. Ready.

[barking]

Come by for a cow's milk latte.

-On the house.
-I love your machine.

I love your machine.

You did that in a German accent.
That was kinda cute.

-I know.
-I love the cow's milk
cappuccino.

-I know.
-You taste--

-I know.
-[both laughing]

The only nuts I want in my cup
belong to Hans.

[laughs] It's a joke.
It's a joke.

-It's new for this year.
-I'm just going to the,
to the, to the toilet, everyone.

-Yes.
-Do you need any help?

[upbeat music]