All language subtitles for delicious 3x1

The heart. An incredibly powerful organ.

Working constantly
without ever having to stop.

The perfect plumbing system
in eternal operation.

I neglected mine.

But every system needs care.

Neglect leads to pressure building
beneath the surface.

Just like an artery,
when a pipe gets blocked,

pressure builds
somewhere else down the line.

And by the time it's discovered,

the damage has already been done.

It's just a matter of time
before the whole thing blows.

Service.

Charity auctions, the playground
for the rich and bored.

- Welcome to the Penrose.
- Yes.

You could look a little
less pleased with yourself.

- I can hear you purring from here.
- This is exactly what I wanted.

Dazzle the local money
and land ourselves an investor.

How could they not be dazzled?
Look at the place. Fingers crossed.

We still need 80,000 for
the deposit for the spa.

They spend that on wine.
Or bizarre beauty therapies.

- Welcome.
- Thanks.

Involving a sheep's placenta.

- Thank you for agreeing to all this.
- Sam shall go to the ball.

Although I only met him once,

I hated Mason Elliot
from the minute I saw him.

Mr Elliot, I'm so glad
you could make it.

My pleasure.

Beautiful place you have here.

Well, I'd be happy to give
you a tour at some point.

Sounds good.

Wait, wait.

When I heard you were
on a comfort break,

I presume we were talking about a trip
to the loo, not a Mediterranean cruise.

Aren't you supposed to be
front of house tonight?

- Well, this needed finishing!
- When are you gonna trust me?

I do trust you.

I'm just dreading being paraded
out there like an exotic monkey.

Sam says now.

It's cryptic, but I'm sure
you can figure it out.

Oh, save me, please.

- No can do.
- Traitor.

- Sam's friend...
- Yes?

...wants a word.

Since when was Mason Elliot
Sam's friend?

Should that name mean something to me?

Yes, Dio, it really should.

Gina Benelli.

I've heard so much about you.

All good, I hope.

Better than good. Legendary, even.

Your food this evening was exquisite.

The risotto in particular.

Elegant, luxurious, earthy.

So, what brings you to Cornwall?

I thought you found the southwest
too provincial for fine dining.

I hope you don't believe
everything you read.

These journalists blow every little
sentiment completely out of proportion.

So it's just a pleasure
trip, then, is it?

Not quite.

I'm here because I was invited.

- Invited? By who?
- Your business partner.

Would you just excuse me?

I'd love to have you...
cook for me sometime.

We're pretty much booked up
at the moment,

but we'll try and squeeze you in.

Thank you so much. Could I
just steal your for a moment?

Why in God's name would
you invite Mason Elliot?

Why wouldn't I?

You heard what happened in Marlborough
when he took over the Heron.

Three places had to close
their doors within a month!

I thought he might be
interested in investing.

That man does not invest.

He devours.

The dessert should've
been out ten minutes ago.

My fault. He's been too busy feeding me.

Teresa!

Ohh, Mia figlia!

OK, I can't actually breathe.

I wasn't expecting you to
arrive till next week!

Yeah, surprise.

Teresa! Ohh!

Where's Michael?

- Erm...
- Well? Where is he?

We broke up. And I really
don't wanna talk about it.

- Oh, what's he done now?
- Excuse me?

Mum, please.

Well, obviously it's pretty bad.

She wouldn't have come
all this way on her own.

Why are you assuming it was his fault?

- Is that a serious question?
- Oh, my God, stop. Please stop.

Stop. I just wanna go to bed.

- Nicely done, Sam.
- Me?

It was you who was drilling
her for information.

Drilling?

I was just trying to
find out what happened.

Exactly. There's no point
in assuming anything until...

Ah! She ate it!

- It's show time.
- Let's go.

Now, as many of you know, tonight's
cause is very close to our hearts.

It means so much to be
able to host this event

and to offer the first lot,

a bespoke dinner for two, cooked by
our magnificent Gina Benelli.

Come on up here, Gina.

Shall we begin at £200?

- £200.
- £300.

- Excellent. 300.
- £1,000.

I have a request.

I would like Miss Benelli to
come to where we're staying

and cook for us there.

This is not what we agreed.

For that honour, surely you
could donate a bit more.

- £3,000.
- Can we have a little talk?

Sold.

I'm not going to do it.
I absolutely refuse to do it.

Congratulations.

I don't think you have much of a choice.

He just bought you, fair and square.

The glory days are over, I'm afraid.

- They've even put me to work.
- How come?

Well, every penny goes to
the deposit for Sam's spa.

But I don't mind sharing if you don't.

No, yeah, thanks.

- You didn't ask where Michael is.
- It's none of my business.

Doesn't stop anyone else in this family.

The most humiliating thing
is that Mum was right.

She said all along it wouldn't work.

Oh, self-pity this late
gives me indigestion.

Listen, it's better to
regret the things you did

rather than those you didn't.

Remember the good times...

...and move on.

Welcome home, sweet pea.

Michael, Teresa's home.

Please call me when you get this.

I just need to know you're OK.

I was never really a morning person.

I preferred the chaos
and clutter of the night.

But Gina was always up with the birds.

It was her favourite time of the day,

when she didn't have to share the
world with anyone, or her kitchen.

Hello.

You know, a little distance between
a parent and child can be healthy.

You lived with Leo for
most of your adult life.

And he behaved like an infant
for most of his. Point proven.

Mm.

I know you've set your
heart on that spa,

but don't you think selling
your business partner

is going a step too far?

Oh, don't be so dramatic. Anyway,
you'd be more rented than sold.

Look, we both know what
this is really all about.

The fact is that my
prodigal child has returned

and yours has done a runner
and left Teresa high and dry.

Why are you insisting on blaming him?

- You have no reason whatsoever...
- No reason?

He had slept with half of Cornwall
by the time he was 18.

It's no surprise that he's gone global.

My son's sex life is
none of your business.

Yes, it is, when it directly
affects my daughter's wellbeing.

Call the bloody plumber!

Do you wanna talk about what happened?

Fuck, no. I wanna talk
about anything but.

Well, this place was mind-numbingly
boring without you here.

Glad to hear it.

That doesn't bode well.

We'll have to shut off
the supply for 24 hours.

What? I have guests to feed!

I warned Leo, told him those
pipes needed replacing,

but he kept telling me to patch them up.

How much are we talking here?

You're looking at around about 8,000.

What happened to mate's rates, Steve?

I made your wedding cake in 1996.

Now, that was a good cake.

How can I feed 40 people
with no running water?

You can't. We'll have to close
the restaurant for the night.

You can call the guests yourself
to personally apologise.

This is a joke, right?

Oh, no, of course, you're punishing me
for calling Michael a slut.

Don't be ridiculous. This is business.

I refuse to repeat
Leo's stupid mistakes.

I can't believe he's still fucking us
over from beyond the grave.

I heard about the great flood.
What can I do to help?

Start gathering the animals
in heterosexual pairs?

Don't even joke.

I have visions of Gina
cooking in a lifejacket.

I'm pretty sure you can
charge extra for that.

Seriously though, I wanna help.
I'm not looking for a free ride here.

OK. You can start tonight.
Front of house with Mimi.

Watch your step, she's
been a bit waspish lately.

I thought that was her default setting.

Teresa. I'm sorry if he hurt you.

I can't.

_

_

Shall I say it in Spanish? Cantonese?

There's nothing I can do

about peacocks fornicating outside
your window at 2 in the morning.

I am so sorry to hear
you were disturbed.

Um, let me find you a bottle of
something nice to make up for it.

That would be most considerate.

The entire plumbing system beneath
the kitchen needs to be replaced.

And Michael still isn't
returning my calls.

Have I done something to annoy you?

You've hardly spoken
a word to me all week.

Don't be needy, dear. It's so
unbecoming in a woman of your age.

I was thinking... Monday night.

Monday's my night off.

Yeah, of course, but
we are losing business.

What's your point?

Let me have them. I've been working
really hard on a menu.

You know, there's more to running
a kitchen than just cooking.

Like what?

Like managing a service,
like overseeing the staff.

You're responsible for every dish
that leaves this kitchen,

and by proxy, for the reputation
of the Penrose itself.

- You don't think I'm up to it?
- I just don't think you're ready.

- These just came for you.
- Oh.

"I'll send my driver at 7pm.
Yours, Mason."

Honestly, thinks he can just click
his fingers and I'll come running.

You're kidding.

I'd give my right arm for a
chance to cook for Mason Elliot.

Please don't be rude to him.

Ah!

Did you find your breakfast
this morning?

Find it? I had to hike my way around it.

Do you know, whatever
happened out there...

...I want you to know that
I'll always be on your side.

I don't want you on my side.

It'll just cause
problems for you and Sam

and things seem to be going pretty well.

Oh, don't fool yourself.

Our problems are varied and many.

- How come you're all fancied up.
- What? What do you mean?

On a scale of one to ten,
just how attractive in this man?

Oh, don't be so ridiculous.
This is stupid.

Shut up. Take that.

- Gina Benelli?
- Uh-huh.

_

- Thought you could use some company.
- What if I don't want any?

Ten years today.

Ten years.

To Edna.

Edna.

You hungry?

Yeah, I can eat.

How long is Mr Elliot staying?

He hasn't specified.

Welcome.

I'm so glad you're here.

Well, you got lucky.

We had to close the
kitchen for the night.

What a shame.

What about your date?

Who might that be?

The ridiculously beautiful woman
who just stepped out there.

Oh, yes. Not a big drinker.

To new friends.

You know, I met Leo once.

- Really?
- Not long after you two were married.

We were both young and stupid,
trying too hard to impress.

- He'd just bought the Penrose.
- Where was this?

In a vineyard in the South of France.

He outbid me on six bottles
of Chateau Lazar 1992.

They'd be worth a fortune now.

He told me that evening

that he'd just married the most
naturally talented chef he'd ever met.

It was a great love affair, then?

- Yes, it was.
- So what went wrong?

Oh, nothing, everything. Life.

- That's a little tricky.
- Thanks.

I have this great method for sea bass.
Maybe I should show you.

If you touch my food,
I'll fillet your fingers.

At least let me taste the sauce.

Surely my donation entitles
me to lick the spoon.

Maybe a bit more salt.

Do you know, I've
killed for less than that.

_

_

I'm ready to serve.
Do you want to call your date?

Actually, Pippa, my niece,

has already left.

I was hoping you would join me.

Well, your reputation precedes you.

Meaning?

Meaning that I know exactly who you are

and that nothing you do is accidental,
so what are you up to?

I wanted to meet you.

Really?

Really.

Ever since Leo mentioned you all
those years ago, I was intrigued,

so when I received the
invitation from Sam,

I thought, "It's meant to be."

Mm.

Do you ever get tired of people telling
you how much they love your food?

Never.

Technically, you still owe me a meal.

Well, it wasn't my fault that
the dinner ended up on the floor.

Stay and I'll make you something.

I thought your cheffing days were over.

Very special occasions only.

And it was special.

In that it will never,
ever happen again.

It was good fun, though.
Safe journey home.

How much are you short for the deposit?

About 80 grand.

- That's a lot of grand.
- That's where you come in.

This is our budget for food purchases.

And this... is the amount
that Gina spent last month.

- That's more than twice...
- Exactly.

- So are you up to the task?
- I'll give it a shot, boss.

Michael still isn't answering my calls.

Erm... He was going on
a hill trek in Vietnam.

He won't have any signal up there.
I wouldn't worry.

What's all this?

Teresa wants a job,

so I've tasked her with bringing
the kitchen spending under control.

I thought you said you were allergic

to any kind of formal employment.

Yeah, when I was a 15-year-old
anarchist with no need for an income.

Growing up sucks.

So, did Mr Elliot enjoy
the Gina Benelli experience?

Mm, you could say that, yep.

What the hell are you doing here?

Why do you hate me?

Just leave me alone.

Oh, be careful!

- Sorry.
- What's going on here?

Do you want the good
news or the bad news?

Start with the bad.

I'm gonna have to keep the water off
for another 12 hours.

- And the good?
- I think I can do it for 7,800.

We have to close the
restaurant for another night.

Don't fight it, just find something
fun to do with your night off.

What's Mangan's?

Fish supplier. Expensive,
but Gina says they're the best.

This is absolutely impossible.

Without killing my mother,
there is no way to do this.

Actually, I've got a couple of ideas.

I tried to talk to her
about it yesterday.

You know what she's like.

There's no point telling her.
You have to show her.

- A little welcome home present, dear.
- Oh!

_

When Gina was pregnant
with you, she was starving

from the minute she conceived.

And Leo said that she snored like
a rhino. Well, last night, you...

I...

Take the test, dear.

It won't change the result either way.

Why don't you tell them they make the
delivery or we change the supplier?

- Is that Italian for hello?
- Oh, shut up.

Whoa! What about your "this must
never happen again" speech?

Seriously, I'm not here
for your conversation.

- You are leaving soon, though, right?
- Tomorrow.

Yeah. OK. Perfect.

It won't bite.

No, but it could alter the
course of my life forever.

True.

Better get on with it, then.

The head chef at the Heron is leaving.

This is a job offer?

I'd heard you were smooth, but wow!

That is taking headhunting
to a whole new extreme.

It's the best restaurant in the country.

Says who?

Half a dozen critics
and three Michelin stars.

I hate critics. You should
never intellectualise food.

Are you seriously telling me
you haven't dreamt of this?

The Penrose is my dream job.

The Penrose is trading on a number
of faithful returning clientele.

It won't last.

This is what I do.

I enable talented people to
become the best they can be.

- So long as your name's over the door.
- My name is my brand.

Yeah. And the Penrose is mine.

Besides which,

I've done the whole mixing
business and pleasure thing before

and it's a bad idea.

It can be whatever you want it to be.

Thanks.

But the last thing I want
in my life right now

is to be answerable to a man,

personally or professionally.

I've spent far too long
playing second fiddle to Leo

and I'm just not going to do it again.

I thought these modern
tests were much faster.

You've been in that bathroom all night.

All right, shall we do charades?
One word or two?

Four?

I'm not not pregnant.

I see.

Seriously, you do know that contraception
was a marvellous invention?

I used contraception. This isn't fair.

Apparently fertility
is my fucking superpower.

I'm scared.

Well, let's be scared together.

Can you feel that?

Yes. Yes, I can.

Where are you coming from?

Mason Elliot just asked me to take
over as the head chef at the Heron.

- Is this a joke?
- Can you believe he actually thought

I would leave the Penrose
and become one of his chef bots?

- What did you say?
- What do you think I said?

I told him where to stick his offer.

You must have really impressed him.

We've worked too hard here.
As if I would just walk away.

What if there was a way to capitalise
on his professional interest in you

- and helps the Penrose?
- No way!

Don't even think about asking him
to invest here.

Why not? It makes perfect sense.

He wants you, you are the Penrose,

and we need money to buy the new site.

Absolutely not. I forbid you
to go anywhere near that man.

- Forbid me?
- I don't like him! OK?

Anyway, he's leaving town this
evening, so please just let him go.

- When did you have the biopsy?
- Oh, a couple of months ago.

Months? Why didn't you tell anyone?

I didn't want anybody fussing. I'm old.

As death-related illnesses go,
breast cancer isn't the worst.

I've always been afraid
that my mind would go

and I'd end up talking to dead
friends in a home smelling of soup.

You can't just bury your
head in the sand. You have...

You have to do something.

Oh! I'm so sorry.
That was a terrible mistake.

I shouldn't have told you.

- I mean, you've got...
- I'm not a child. I can handle this.

But you need to find out those results.

And you need to tell your
mother you're pregnant.

Fuck that.

I'll tell you what. I'll keep
your secret if you keep mine. Huh?

- Do you have a minute?
- For what?

- Great, you're both here.
- What's this about?

A tasting menu.

- Is this a joke?
- Go on, Adam.

Well, it would allow us to cut down

on the amount of ingredients we're
ordering and save on prep time.

- Sounds great.
- Absolutely not.

- Let him finish.
- No need.

Tasting menus are about tiny quantities

of pretentious food at glorified prices.

People come to the Penrose
because they want a proper meal.

Sorry. I thought you understood
what we're doing here.

Adam...

Do you really think that's
the right way to treat our staff?

- What? This is a terrible idea.
- I don't think it is.

I think it might actually
be good for us.

- But you don't care about that, do you?
- No.

- You only care about the Gina Benelli show.
- Yeah.

God help anyone else
who gets in your way.

This isn't fair.

For years, you've been the person
I could always talk to,

and now you're completely
shutting me out.

If you're worried about something,
then you know you can tell me.

The only thing I'm worried
about, Sam, is you.

I'm sick and tired of
watching you obsessing

about what isn't going right.

Gina, Michael, this place.

There are no living martyrs.
They're all dead.

If there are things that
you want in your life,

whether they be money
or success or love...

...you have to be the one
who goes out and gets it.

I can't do it for you.

When I invited you down here,

I didn't mean for you to
try and steal my head chef.

No chance of her defecting.
She made herself quite clear.

Yes, she mentioned
you didn't quite hit it off.

She said that?

More or less.

Don't be offended. Gina hates most
people. It's just the way she is.

But I don't make decisions
based on emotions.

If it makes business sense,
then it makes sense.

I want to expand the Penrose.

I have found the perfect
coastal site for a spa nearby.

The views are incredible and
the owner lost a ton of money

turning it into a sushi place that
everyone hated, so...

he needs a quick sale.

That's why you invited me
to the auction.

I want us to realise our true potential.

And that is why you
are the perfect partner for us.

I'm afraid I'm not.
It's nothing personal.

It's just investing in the Penrose
doesn't make financial sense.

- There's quite a lot of alcohol in there.
- Yeah.

Do you ever feel as
though you're the only one

that's stopping the ship from sinking?

And no-one else seems to even notice?

And it is just fucking exhausting.

Absolutely.

Really?

My father went to get milk
when I was 12 years old

and never came back.

I had three younger siblings and
I spent my whole life bailing water.

But that's what lifesavers do.

If it wasn't for people like us...

...everyone would drown.

- Can't you leave me alone?
- Please, for once, just let me speak.

And then I'll go, I promise.

Your wife's heart
didn't just save my life.

It made my daughter's possible.

I just wanted you to know.

I'd like to call her Edna,
if that's OK with you.

Yes.

Thank you.

So is it true you built
your empire from nothing?

Well, I had a family to support,
so I started washing pots and pans,

I worked hard, got promoted and so on.

And what are you now,
a businessman or a chef?

Well, I'm no Gina in the kitchen.

That was a bitter pill to swallow,

thinking you're great and realising
you're actually only mediocre at best.

So...

...I switched focus.

Now I enable talent.
I give them what they need to bloom.

And what about you?

You don't look like you belong
here, in the middle of nowhere.

All this fresh air?
What more could you want?

Excitement. Culture. Chaos.

All the things that make you feel alive.

I was offered a job at Claridge's
before I married Leo.

I never told him.

I didn't want him to feel like I was
sacrificing anything for him.

And were you?

Perhaps.

I often think about the impressive
career I could've had.

But this is exactly
where I wanted to be.

- The perfect place to bring up my son.
- And where is he now?

Vietnam.

He's not the best at keeping in touch.

I can commiserate.

I have a 23-year-old boy who
only calls me when he needs cash.

The last I heard,
he was kayaking up the Nile.

But they move on with their lives.

And we have to do the same.

For what it's worth,
I think you're very impressive.

I bet you say that to all the women
you refuse to get into business with.

I don't, actually.

I should call a cab.

Someone told me today
that if I want something

then I have to go out and get it.

Great advice.

It is.

Why did you cheat on Dad?

- I knew it. Michael cheated on you.
- Just answer the question.

I know that he took your recipes
and stole the limelight.

Did you sleep with James
to get back at him?

Things were very intense
between us, very passionate.

And then his career took off

and his focus was elsewhere.
I just wanted it back on me.

Yeah, that makes no
sense to me whatsoever.

You know that kind of electricity
you have with someone,

where your brain shuts down

and you just want loads more?

Anyway, if I hadn't cheated then,

I would never have had you.

And you are, hands down, the best
thing I've ever done. So no regrets.

I'm so happy you're home.

Night, Mum.

I hated Mason Elliot,

not because he was an arsehole,

but because he had that look
in his eye, that conviction.

I knew his star would
rise faster than mine.

- Where have you been?
- Nowhere.

- Are you drunk?
- What if I am? I'm a grownup.

I hope you didn't do anything
I wouldn't do.

That's the only reason I outbid
him for that case of wine.

I didn't want him to win.

Chateau Lazar 1992.

Currently retailing
at £5,600 per bottle.

Mason Elliot and I have more
in common than our taste in wine.

Little does he know
he's playing with fire.

Mason Elliot's a Goliath in this
industry. We can't win this fight.

If you were my chef,
you'd run my kitchen completely.

- I want you to end it.
- There's nothing to end.

Please! He's a shark!
You said so yourself.

- When are you going back to the hospital?
- I get my results tomorrow.

And you're coming with me.

Mason Elliot needs taking
down a peg or two.

And we are just the women to do it.

You wouldn't!

Yeah, you're right, I wouldn't. Whoo!

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