All language subtitles for Dinner.Rush.2000.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS

The last thing this area needs
is another restaurant,

and it's Italian. I can't
believe it. Right next door,

for Christ's sake.
The owner says to me,

"You know what?
We be good neighbors.

Maybe we fix
the sidewalk together, eh?"

- Sidewalk's been
like that for 100 years.

-Now they're gonna fix it?
- Who are they?

I don't know. Some guys
from the Upper East Side.

-They had
a successful joint, right?

Now, now it--
it's time to invade Tribeca

-and pillage the village.

-God bless the uptowners.
- Are you gonna sue him?

I don't know.
Can we sue him, Gary?

- 'Fraid not. Uh, it's
a free country, even in Tribeca.
- Mm.

Maybe we can get
Black and Blue after them.

Can you believe those guys,
bustin' our balls?

Black and Blue?
Whatever happened to the good
old mobster nicknames like...

...Charlie Ears?

-So Joey--

-Dega Doughnuts?

I know him.
Did you know him?

-Andy Provolone.

-Frankie Numb-nuts.

And what about the jackass
who used cologne all the time?

- Oh, Tony Cologne.

He used Aqua Velva.

You could smell him a mile away.

- Nicknames...

What about Nicky Eyebrows?

Yeah, I know Nicky very well.
Did you know Nicky?

- Yeah.
- He talks very highly
of you too.

-Listen, how do you
like the food?

Oh, it's terrific.

Udo does a great job.

Tell him.

This is Duncan.

-Duncan made the food.
-Duncan?

-Enrico, come on.

It'll be great.

Take this job, please, hmm?

For a bunch of whiners?

- It's New York.
- Argh.

Everybody whines.

Gigi, I'm not
a maître d' anymore.

Besides, with your son,
I always feel like
I'm holding an heir.

Oh, damn it,
take the job, please.

Who are we afraid of?

I'm not afraid. I'm tired.

We've been doin'
the same shit for 25 years.

It's time to get out.

-Get out?
-Yeah.

I got some new ideas.

We open a website. On the net.

We call it, uh,
bookmakersareus. com,

booknumbers. com.

Enrico, let's call it a day.

Now, these guys
aren't the brightest bulbs
on the block.

They're not nice people.

Let 'em have the book.

You give these guys an inch,

they'll take a yard.

Next thing you know,

they'll want the restaurant.

Never the restaurant.

-I gotta go.
-Where you goin'?

I gotta pick up Lucy
from school.

Well, think of Lucy and Natalie.

Think about, uh...

...bookmakersareus. com.

-Get the fuck outta here.

-Bookmakersareus. com.
-Could be.

It's catchy.

I got you, Grandpa.
- Oh, you got me good.

You got me good.

Come on, Grandpa.

Miss? Miss?

Uh, do you know
where Lucy lives?

Yes, she and Catherine
are in the same music class.

- Oh. Uh, this--
-Grandpa, where are you going?

I, I, I gotta--
I gotta go, honey.

I, I, just remembered
I got something to do.

Now, you go home
with, uh, Catherine and, uh...

-Adrian.
-Adrian. Okay, honey.

-Will we still go to Maria's?
-Yes, honey,

we'll go to Maria's. I promise.

-I love you. Goodbye, angel.
-Bye, Grandpa.

Thank you very much.
Make sure she gets home safe.

She'll be safe with me.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Why don't you two fuckin' guys
go back to Queens
where you belong?

Why don't you
just leave us alone?

Can you identify him?

Uh, Enrico.

It's Enrico Coventie.

Age?

Fifty-nine.

Two weeks before Christmas.

Wasn't he your partner?

You know he was.

Any more questions?

Natalie, it's me, Louis.

Hi.

Have you heard anything?

-Natalie...
-Oh, no.

-I'm sorry.
-I knew it.

* In these hot summer nights *

* I stay up with the moon *

* And the sun comes up
too soon *

* Find the dreaming of you *

* Going into extra endings *

* Extra frames *

* I'm bowling for dollars *

* Had to bow my lanes *

* Even, and even though *

* I am bound to you
by my bones *

* Flesh and blood will fail *

* Someday *

* I can only kneel and pray *

* Don't have to be
the next big thing *

* You can be just who you are *

* Everything is everything *

* Everybody is a star *

* Everybody is a star *

* Everybody is a star *

-Hey, you guys!
-Hey, Nicole, baby. How are you?

Look, eh, change your shirts.

-Dry-cleaning bill
comes out of tips.
-Oh, come on.

Specials tonight are
"Pere, Robiola e Speck.

That's grilled red pear,
imported Robiola cheese,

and smoked prosciutto
with yellow tomato dressing.

Panelle, chickpea fritters
and goat cheese

with sautéed wild mushrooms.

-Insalata--"
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Quick, quick.

"Fusilli con melanzane,

corkscrew pasta
with eggplant, tomato--"

"...and Ricotta Salata.

-Manicaretti al--"
- Ricotta.

Ricotta Salata. Thank you.

"Manicaretti alla
crema di funghi--"

Manicaretti.
-Damn, this is killin' me.

-It's blasphemy,
what you're doing.
- Chill.

"Manicaretti alla crema
di funghi asiago--"

Crema di funghi.
-"Crema di funghi asiago,

and Ricotta cheeses."
- Ricotta.

Ricotta. "Wrapped in pasta

with a hint of mushroom
cream sauce."

What the fuck is this?

Yes.

"Tonno al verde--"
-Tonno.

With mashed parsnips
and potatoes.

Yellow and red currant tomatoes.

Uh, Galletto,
rotisserie Cornish hen

with fava bean puree
and dandelions. Vitello--

"Seared veal chop
con savoy cabbage..."

"...con savoy cabbage
y roast potatoes--"

"And porcini mushrooms.

And our specialty, Branzino:

wild striped bass

with fennel, black olives,
and red wine."

So, what do you fancy?

Hey, I need two glasses
of red and a diet.

-What are you choppin'?
-Chives, chef.

-These are, these are chives?
-Yeah, for the veal chops,
I think.

No, these are snowflakes.
Nino, it's simple.
Chives are identical.

Want me to show you?
Let me show you.

This knife is dull. Is it yours?

You're fired. Get out. Get out!

Before you cut off
one of your fingers.

This kitchen will not be
the last refuge for misfits!

Has anybody seen Duncan?

Uh, Harold,
you're on the line tonight.

-But I'm workin' the salad line.
-There are only
three proper responses

when I say something to you.

"Yes, chef." "No, chef."

"I don't know, chef."
You're on the line tonight.

-Yes, chef.
-Ándale! Let's go!

Thank you.

Good evening, Miss Chan.

-I'm just gonna grab a seat
at the bar.
-Yeah, go ahead.

-Excuse me.
-Oh, sure.

-What can I get you?
-How about a pisco sour?

-Nice drink, very exotic,
I'm afraid we don't have it.

-Uh, bourbon with soda.
-Got it.

-Can I get a bite to eat
at the bar here?
-Yeah, sure.

-If you want the specials,
just ask the waiters.
-Okay.

Enjoy, sir.

You want that with ice,
on the rocks?

-Pa, I gotta talk to you.
-About what?

-I need money.
-Money? What for?

I need a new mixer,
I need Lenox china,

-I need to take care
of a couple guys in the kitchen.
-What guys?

Gabriel and a pair of Latinos
you don't know.

Mm. Of course.

Why would there be Italians
in an Italian kitchen?

Okay, you got the money.

Why do I have to come
to the godfathers' table
beggin' every time?

It's tough bein' a star,
isn't it?

Uh, pretty soon this will all
be yours and you can do
whatever the hell you want.

-When?
-When you stop askin' me when.

- Excuse me, Mr. Cropa,

can I get you anything
from the kitchen?

No, Marti, not now.

I'll wait a little longer, okay?
Thank you.

-What did you say?
-Why don't you stick
with the bookmaking

and let me run this business?

I've had this restaurant for
longer than you've been alive...

...and I still have it,
and it's my money.

People squeeze through that door
because of my food,
not because it's your place.

Yeah?

Let's see here.

"Snapper carpaccio
with blood orange juice,

pumpkin risotto with chestnuts,

rabbit Piedmontese

wine reduction with chocolate."

-You call this shit food?
-Something for the critics.
Come on.

Your mother made food,
not for the critics,
simple, elegant.

This place used
to smell like heaven.

You say you're a businessman.
This place is packed
every night.

He boffs one scary food writer,
suddenly he's mob.

-It's hard for you to accept
they love my food, isn't it?
- Food?

These people wouldn't know food
if it hit them in the ass.

Put a meatball on their plate,
and they'd think it was
a miniature bowling ball.

I want food.

There's nothing left
to eat here.

I need something...

What? Nourishing.

-What, traditionally
impressionable?
-Yeah, traditional, substantial.

Something that,
that tastes good,
that smells good.

-Where the hell's Duncan?
-I'm gettin' outta here.

We don't make
meatballs here anymore.

Hey, the tomato smells smoky.
Did you burn it?

Get to work!

Come on!

Hey, did your check
come in this morning?

- Yes, it did,
but yours didn't!

Shit.

Hey, was Nicole in here today?

Hey, did Nicole come in here?

Comin'. I'm comin',
I'm comin', I'm comin'.

Mr. Late. Welcome.
Welcome, Mr. Late.

- All right.
- Number four.

-Come on, guys.

Coming, coming!

Carrots. The carrots.

- What's that smell?
-What?

-What is that smell?
-I stink.

Sausage and peppers
is not on my menu,
it is not made in my kitchen.

-Hey, Chef, how you doin'?
I'm sorry I'm late.
- Once again.

-Hey, I'm just makin'
a little dish for your--
-Yeah, for my dad.

- Yeah.
- Don't burn the sausage.

Where the fuck is my oregano?

Hurry up.
Book's full tonight. Come on.

What the fuck
are you doin' there?

I'm workin' the line tonight,
according to Udo.

-Where the fuck is Nino?
-Early casualty of the evening.

Nino finito. Eighty-sixed Nino.

-I told you not to train anyone
when the book is full.
-I changed my mind.

Duncan, I can do it, okay?
I prepped your clams.

-I got your balsamic vinegar.
I--
-No, you misplaced my oregano.

You know what the French say,
bro? Mise en place.

Keep everything
in its fuckin' place.

Look at this. Risotto here.

Pasta here, sauces there.

Oil up front.

Oil up front.

-You got it?
-I think so.

No, you gotta know so, okay?
When things get slammed,

you gotta know
where everything's at.

Expect abuse. You get
no sympathy from me, man.

-In other words, you're fucked.
-Very macho,
this men's club down here.

I'm waiting
on a snapper carpaccio.

Just leave your order.
Duncan, get that disgusting dish
outta here.

Let's get serious.
Gabriel, come on. Come on!

Let's go.

-Hey, Lou.
-Ah!

Hope it's okay.

Got the sausages at Spargelli's.

He says hello.

He's also sorry about Enrico.

How's everything goin'
down in the kitchen?

Oh, it's fine.
You know, same old.

-Udo's on his little power trip.

-Sit down.

- Thanks, Marti.
-A pleasure, Mr. Cropa.

You didn't call your mother
like I asked you. Did you?

I told you, a real man
takes care of his family.

My mom's fine.

You know, I call
whenever I get a chance, so...

So, good.

-So I like the game
at the Garden tonight.
- Yeah.

Post has St. John's minus eight.

Forget it. How many times
I have to tell you?

I don't handle your bets
or anyone else's.

-Come on--
-Besides, everything you touch
turns to shit,

except for these sausages.

Louis, the game starts
in 15 minutes.

If I took money from your salary
for the next ten years,

it still wouldn't
settle up our debt.

-You bet, you lose, I pay.

Where's the sense in that, huh?

-How much do you owe?
-To you or the other guys?

I already know what you owe me.

Six and a half thousand.

Black and Blue.

Black and Blue.

First time you ran into them,

you didn't pay,
they came lookin' for you.

Unfortunately,
they found Enrico.

-You know they killed him?
-Oh, come on.

You don't know that for sure.

You're right.
Like you don't know
about the Garden tonight.

-Louis, I need this fuckin' bet.
-Hmm.

I don't...

...and you don't.

-Duncan, don't make this bet.

Yeah, hey, it's me. Dunc.

-Uh, what do you got goin'
at the Garden tonight?
- John's. Minus eight.

Give me-- I'll take St. John's
and I'll give up eight.

-Just double what I owe you.
-What?

Double up on what I owe you.

Yeah, I know it's my ass.

By the way,
we're comin' by tonight.

How'd you guys get reservations?

-Gotta go. Phone's ringin'.
-W-- Wait.

Shit.

Asshole.

When you got a guy
who's 6'10," 6'11"

-on the front line...
- Come on, Duncan.
Come on.

...you got to figure somebody's
gonna shoot 45%. 50%--

If that prick on 56
touches my leg again,

I'm going to stab him
with this fork.

- Ugh.
- There are weird people
here tonight.

Someone asked for Zuppa di pesce
with cream sauce.

...get you a nice table.

We have a reservation.

- The name?

Excuse me?

Just show us the table...

...when it's okay
with the owner.

Here they come.

Buona sera.

Duncan is here tonight, correct?

-Duncan who?
- Excuse me.

When I ask you a question,

you give me
a truthful answer, okay?

Duncan is here tonight, correct?

We'll see if we have
a Duncan on our roster.

I love your outfits.

How come the cops can
put Gotti away for a lifetime,

they can't nail
these two pricks?

Leo, good to see you.

Louis. Fine.

Nice place.

If you don't find
what you need on the, uh, menu,

I'm sure the kitchen
will oblige.

When you get a chance,
come over.

That's Italian for what, Lou?

He said the place
looks like Italy.

Fat fuck.

Come on.
We're turnin' covers like crazy.
What's with the radio?

-Duncan, come on.
-Give me a couple of seconds.
Give me a couple of seconds.

All right, you're gonna lose
an arm or a leg tonight.
Let's go.

We're gonna go, but I,
I want to talk to this lady.

Excuse me, excuse me, Miss Chan.

-Mr. Fitzgerald!
-Excuse me. We, we--

-We were here before you.
-What? We've waited 25 minutes.

-The table's ready.
-But why? But why the long wait?

-I'm sorry. Come on, follow me.
-I have friends.

-Just a minute.
I'll be right back.
-It's ridiculous.

-I'm so sorry. I apologize,
but, you know...
-Yeah, well--

-...tide is like racing.
-But an apology
is not sufficient.

- I'm sorry.
- Maybe, uh, maybe--

- You're gonna have
a wonderful meal.
-Yeah, and wine.

Maybe-- Have a seat.

-Maybe a nice bottle...
-Here.

Joseph, Joseph, here.

A nice bottle
of Brunello di Montalcino '91,

-compliments of Mr. Cropa,
of course.
-Of--

-Of course, of course.
-Everyone seated?

- Here we go.
-And, and soon,

-because we've been waiting
so long.
- I know.

- I want it now.
- All righty.

A second ago,
I didn't think I could make it
through the night.

You gotta let me have
table 32, man.

-Here you go. Enjoy.
-Great.

-That sure is pretty.
-Yeah, I don't know whether
to eat it or fuck it.

You look at paintings
in restaurants?

Do you look at the cheese tray
at galleries?

Louis, sit down, please.

I'd rather stand.

They brought your tip.

-Sorry. I gave you
the wrong dish.
-No problem.

-There you go.
-That's a bit more like it.

Now, that smells wonderful.

How's everything?

Well, the service
is a little slow, but...

...I understand.

I'm not being welcomed.

No, you're welcome here.
I invited you...

...to enjoy the unusual food

my son takes, uh,
such great pride in.

Nah.

Give me a plate
of linguini and clams,

white sauce, I'm happy.

I don't go in so much
for all this, uh,

nouveau cuisine.

Word has it you don't, either.

-Really?
-That's why you keep
that punk Duncan around, huh?

-He takes care of you.
-The way you take care of him?

If memory serves,

it was you who shut the door.

Why don't you stop
takin' his action?

The kid's
a pathological gambler.

He needs help...

...not another bookmaker.

No, come back. Can I have that?

-That's for Table 40.
-Oh, that's okay.
Get another one.

Pathetic.

The guy couldn't pick a winner
if his life depended on it.

Which it does.

Did my partner tell you
to go fuck yourself?

Just a little something
to start with,
compliments of Mr. Cropa.

Is this a good place to talk?

The people here
only listen to themselves.

It's too loud.

-Let's take a walk.
-Okay.

We'll talk downstairs.

I like a man that likes to eat.

Whenever I have a private talk,
I, I like to do it
outside the toilet.

- Got a good crowd
in there tonight.
- Yeah, we do.

Do those kind of numbers
on a regular basis?

We do it every day of the week.
- It's beautiful.

Restaurant's good cash
business, right?
It's not all credit.

Well, it's mostly credit,
but I suppose
there is some cash, yeah.

What would you say
a place like this is worth
in a given year?

I don't know.
I think you'd have to ask
my accountant Gary.

Let's just say it's, uh...

...3,500,000 million.

You take 20%.

That's 700,000.

It's a nice little nut.

You come up with those numbers
right off the top of your head?

You a mathematician?

You're not wearin' a wire,
are you?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

Hey, let me come
right to the point.

My brother-in-law and I...

...we're steppin' out
on our own.

I'm lookin' around this place,

and I'm thinkin'...

...this might be
a good place to start.

Did you think about that
on your way over from Queens

or did you just
come up with it now?

I'll put it simply for you.

I'm offering you...

...my partnership.

I had a partner.

Gigi.

-That's what they call you,
right?
-Yeah.

My wife and Enrico
used to call me that, sure.

-Mm-hmm.
-Gigi, Luigi,

whatever the fuck
your name is...

...don't worry.

We'll be good partners.

I invited you here to talk
about a bookmaking operation,

not the restaurant.

I'm here to talk
about something bigger.

A business proposition

that you take...

-...or leave.
-Bookmakin' I can understand,

but what do you know
about the restaurant business?

Nothin'. That's your job.

So you come
all the way down here
to muscle a piece of something

you know nothing about?

No other reason.

I'd rather eat in Queens.

Now, think about it.

We'll be upstairs.

Let's eat.

-Come on, get the ball,
get the ball, get the ball.

Come on.

-Try, try some
of the olive oil--
-Buona sera.

Good evening.
My name is Marti, and I'll be
your waitress this evening.

-My name's Fitzgerald.
I'll be your customer.

I always want to say that.
I don't know
why they tell you their names.

-Is there anything I can--
-His name is Joseph,
he'll be your other customer.

-Joseph. A pleasure to meet you.
-I'm pushing it.

Can I start you off
with a drink, sir?

We asked for a bottle
of Brunello di Montalcino '91...

-It'll be right up.
I'll bring it up myself.
-...as a gift from Mr. Cropa

-because we waited almost
45 minutes to get a table.
-Of course, sir.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Doesn't that bother you
when they tell you their names?

So, how is it?

Very good.

Cavatelli? Is that how
you say it? Cavatelli?

-Yeah.
-Broccoli raw, roasted almonds.
Nice, nice.

I think I read
the chef's one of these
bright new stars, right?

Yeah, yeah,
if you ask him, he is.

Yeah, but he is good. I mean,
uh, one of the reviews said, um,

"Italian as a new language
for the flocking."

Do you want the regular

or decaf on that cappuccino?

Regular.

-Will you try this first, sir?
-Yes, thank you.

Please, if you guys need
anything special

or out of the ordinary
from the kitchen,

-don't hesitate to let me know.
-Thank you.

-Pour away.
- Excuse me, what--
what is your name?

Uh, Martha Arlene Wellington.

Martha Arlene Wellington.
Where you from?

From Bowie, Maryland.
Where are you from?

-Greece. Yes.
-From Greece.

-Athens?
-Somewhere near there.

He's one of the greatest
modern Greek painters...

-...in the world.

-It's a pleasure
to meet you, sir.
-Same here.

They wrote him up
in The New York Times

as "the blast from the Balkans."

And we have a tendency
to overlook

what this team is
and what they've done.

Thirty-two, thirty-one.
A very entertaining first half.

And I'm glad
we had a little time
to kill here at halftime

to allow this guy
to get to the crowd.

Come back
to Madison Square Garden
at the court.

Halftime. And the Red Storm
with a one-point lead.

Last year's team
accomplished a lot.
The next year's team,

-everyone's looking forward...
-Hey, Nicky.

Yes.

I miss you.

Oh, I don't know.
We're, like, swamped now.

Come on, baby. Two-minute break.

It's important, honey.

Okay.

Man, I don't know
which is worse.

You fucking with his food
or his lady.

Dickman Duncan.
You my hero, man!

You my hero!

What's the matter?

Got a little jealous.

Just not used to it.

Earrings.

You left them in the office.

You know, Duncan,
what's happening to me and Udo

has nothing
to do with you, okay?

Oh, it has nothin'
to do with me?

-Nothin' to do with me?
-Come on.

-I don't have a say
in who you sleep with?
-No, not really, Duncan.

Not yet, you don't.

Come on.

Back to work.

-Hey, hey,
who's pullin' dinners?
-Thirty-two, right here.

Here, here, here!

Get the fuck outta here.

-What-- What'd he say?
-Hey, kid, shut up.

I love you, man. I love you.
I love you, man. I love you.

I, I, I feel like there's,
there's some shit
going on here tonight.

-There really is.
-Exactly.

Hey, what do you think
of Table 32, Ademir?

Oh, Fitzgerald? He's so cheap.

He likes to stay out late,
really late.

I mean, he's like
a, a nocturnal creature.

-Yeah, so are cockroaches.
- Right.

-You know what I hate most
about this gig?
-What's that?

You'll give 'em
the entire 12 specials,

and then they'll look at you
with blank faces and go,

"Could you tell me
that third one again, please?"

You might wanna be careful.
Uh, King Cropa's at the top
of the stairs, watchin'.

- What is,
what is your last name?
-It's Rifraud.

-Uh, this is--
- Oh!

- What's goin' on
with the lights?
-Ademir?

-Uh, excuse me--
-What the hell is happening?

-What are you guys doin'
with the lights?
-What? Are we back

-into the main room? What's
happening to the lights, man?
- Duncan,

-Duncan, what's the problem?
-Where's the flashlight?

What the fuck do I look like,
huh? Hey, man, ask Sean to check

-the fuse box.
- Hey, guys,
we goin' home early or what?

-Get Sean to get down here
and check the fuse box.
- What?

Get outta here.
Come on, let's go!

- Ademir.
- Don't worry,
don't worry.

-Marti? Piper?
-It's, it's the romantic touch.

-They, they always
do something special...

...whenever,
whenever I come here.

Give me.

Here's another one.
Here's another one, man.
Get that out now!

I can't work like this, man.
I need light. I need light.

I feel like I'm back home, man.
This is ridiculous!

The city promises the power
will be back on in minutes.

- The city sucks!

I, I love it
because it reminds me

-of those Thanksgiving dinners.

Drinks all around
on the house, all right?
I'm gonna get drinks.

-Yeah.
-Drinks? Drinks for everyone
on the house, eh?

-Great.

We waited two months for this
reservation. We're not leaving.

-I'm sorry, but, no,
you're not leaving, okay?
-Okay.

Keep the food moving.
I am not dropping
one fucking meal.

Keep the food moving.

I'm blown away, Gary.

This is the first time
you've invited me
to a candlelight dinner.

Watch your step.
I apologize for the lights,

but we should have them back on
any moment now.

Give me
your next question, please.
Somebody give a question.

All right, uh, bring that,
bring that flashlight over here.
I got one.

-Smarty-pants.
-Uh, where was
the first Mai Tai poured?

-Trader Vic's to you.

Who was Carl von Clausewitz?

He was the father
of modern military strategy,
and he was Prussian.

-Guys, I did say make 'em hard.
- He's pretty good, eh?

All right, but who invented
the printing press?

Oh, that is hard. Uh, let's see.

-Uh, would that be Gutenberg?
Next.
- Oh!

Lot of business for a Tuesday.

Louis, you familiar
with Sodom and Gomorrah?

Yeah, I heard of 'em.

But don't ask me
any more than that.

-Calamari?

It was destroyed by fire
because of the sinfulness
of the people.

What the hell
are you talkin' about?

- Man.

-Who invented peanut butter?
- Yeah.

Nice. See,
now we're gettin' serious.
Who invented peanut butter?

Uh, let's see.

-George Washington Carver.
-Oh.

- Ooh.
- Man!

I did it, man. That's good.

Sean, I need a Cosmo
and two reds, please.

-Cosmo and two reds. All right.
-Thanks.

Hey, bartender,
I've got a question for you.

Who's the main character
in Breakfast of Champions?

- Oh.
-Kilgore Trout.

Go on. Double or nothing.
Double or nothing.

money.
Let's not cheat.

All right,
what are the first five books

of the Hebrew bible called?

- Whoa.

-Ah!
-A little tough, huh?

Under pressure
a little bit, maybe, yeah?

-Yeah, I think so.
- Come on, come on.

-The Pentateuch.
- Oh, right.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

- Ah!
-Sweetie, thank you very much.

-One more.

-Look how comfortable
those two scumbags are.

They like it here.

I almost wish
you'd taken the kid's action.

Gary...

...we're out
of the bookmaking business.

Get used to it. From now on, I'm
just a legitimate restaurateur.

She's still, like, waking up,
like, every three hours,
you know?

- ...him getting up.

Honey, come on.

Am I seeing what I'm seeing?

- Yeah.
- ...it's much later,

-then, I mean,
I would be, like...

What two days that there's
no professional sports play?

Before and after
the All-Star Baseball Game,
isn't it?

- Man!
- He's not even
an American.

- I'm not even
an American.

All right, I got it. I got it.

When did the dog
become man's best friend?

-Sorry, I don't see your--
- Sean. Sean, I need

a gin and tonic,
and a white wine.

-Marti, marry me.
I'm gettin' rich.

-I don't see
your money anywhere.
-No, no, no, no. No fuckin' way.

Answer the question.

Put the money on the bar.

Yeah, it's been awesome.

- Let's see
what he's made of.
- Uh-huh. Ooh.

-When did the dog--
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I heard you first time.

Around 10,000 B.C.,

the same time the Near Eastern
hunter-gatherer tribes

domesticated the goat.

-How did I know that?

How did I know that one?
I don't know.

I don't know. Keep your money.

-Drinks all round!

Ey, ey, ey, you alcoholics!

- Hey, Gabriel, the lamb,
the risotto, now.

Dunc, rumor has it you had lunch
with Boulard last week.

Let me tell you something.
That guy won't put up
with your shit like I do.

More plato, more plato.

Get the risotto,
not the potatoes.

Let me tell you something
about this guy.

The food is old,
it's old-fashioned, it's heavy.

Be a stupid move on your part.
Don't do it.

Hey, chef, 46, get it out.

Fuck Boulard, okay?
We're turnin' covers like crazy.

More people are gonna
get laid upstairs
than in the last ten years.

That's no bullshit, man.
You know I will.

Hey. Okay?

-Relax.

-One more question?
-Shoot.

When are those lights
gonna come back on, huh?

Give me that fiver for a sec.

- What?
-Nice one.

Finally, we got a winner.

Here we go. Move it up.

Come on! Go on!

Hey, your guys' mistakes
are comin' out of my tips!

- Take it easy.
- Don't tell me
to take it easy

and why am I not being tipped?

We're just gonna say hi
to Mr. Cropa, then leave, okay?

-Oh.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-So, it's time to go?
-Yeah.

It wasn't the candles,
or was the food bad?

No. No, I just gotta
get Lucy back home.

And the food... My God,
those little octopus thingies
were so deli--

And that,
and that fish with the...

Where does Udo come up
with all this stuff?

-Who in the hell knows?

-Lucy, say hi to Mr. Cropa.
-Lucy, they bring over
the pizza?

Yes, thank you, Mr. Cropa.

No. Louis. Always Louis.

Uh, we're gonna
just take care of the check.

No, you can't pay
for anything here.

I think I already paid, Lou.

Anyway, thank you for the food.

-Good night, Lucy.
-Good night.

I know you miss him
as much as we do.

It's just hard for me
because I feel like

my father died
for absolutely nothing.

You know, garbage.

-One thing--

- All right!
- All right! Woo-hoo.

-Hey, guys.
Bravissimi! Bravissimi!

-Turn them off.
-Turn it off.
It's better the other way!

Problem with your world, Lou,
is no one gives a shit
about it anymore, all right?

- Turn it off.
- Yes.

Welcome to the new world.

- All right!

Back to normal.
Now you gotta pay.

You little faggot,
where's my snapper?

-Look, I'm tryin', I'm tryin'.
- I need my quail. I got...

Yeah, yeah,
the quail's comin' up.

- Where's 36?

Duncan, where's my quail?

You saw me put it in the oven.
You know how long it takes,
all right?

-Get off my ass. I'm busy.
-I don't like your attitude.
You want me to can you too?

-Yeah, fire me.
- Come on,
get back to work.

...back outside.
Carter to the basket.

It goes up. Hits it!

All right, come on!
That's-- See?

That's what I'm talkin' about.

I, I can't seat you just now.

But if you'll wait
a few more minutes--

We're booked solid.
I know you've been waiting,

-so, please.
-Calata.

- Yes,
you are half an hour early.
-Seat them.

-But, look, I'm--
-Seat them.

Uh, buona sera. Please.

- Anthony.
-Miss Freely.
We tried that little place

you recommended
in the Berkshires.

-It was quite extraordinary.
-Excellent.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Good to see you.

Joseph, would you hang
your paintings in a restaurant?

-Would you, Bettina?
-...the food.

Well, you must be kidding me.

We don't have a table
on the balcony?

Oh, uh, we're a little bit tight
right now.

We'll do what we can.

-Udo, I gotta talk to you.
- ...fabulous
for St. John's tonight.

Get that, get that quail!

-Come on.
-No, stop it, Udo.

- Let's see what you got
on underneath there.
-Stop.

-Udo, come on!
-Yeah?

You're amazing.

Now there are
at least two of us here

-you've slept with.
-Huh?

Jennifer Freely is upstairs
wearing the most hideous wig.

Freely's not on Tuesday.
Who's she with?

A gorgeous babe.

I think she's known around
the biz as the Food Nymph.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

And that pain in the ass
Fitzgerald wants you
at his table

to show you off
to his artist friends.

-Oh, great.
-Good luck, star chef.

-Everybody get this,
and get it straight!

Upstairs is one of New York's
most important food writers.

I don't want a mistake,
not one mistake.

Every morsel of food
that leaves this kitchen
form this moment on

-has gotta be perfect. Perfect!
- Shit.

-What?
-Shit.

Come on, Dunc. Andiamo!

- Let's move it!
Let's move it!
- Let's get workin'.

What do we got?

To Fitzgerald's left
is Joseph Kamplos

and to his right
is Bettina Schwartz.

They're both LA artists,
very hot right now.

But the rest of them
are mostly hangers-on.

Nobody looks happy.
Have they eaten anything yet?

Relax, chef. It's not the food.

It's the fine arts world.
They don't want to be happy.

And over there at the corner

is the lovely Jennifer Freely.

Christ, Udo.

You say that
like it's a bad thing.

...and we have a time-out.
Time-out was called by...

The last few minutes
have been rather ragged...

-Hey.
-Hey.

-What's that for?
-Nothing.

Just, um, you're cool.

-I thought I was sexy.
-Yeah, that too.

-How's your game going?

- Did you know
that Jennifer Freely's upstairs?
- Yeah.

That makes at least three women
that Udo's slept with
here tonight.

Well, you need
another Valium, girl.

-Oh, it's so good to see you.
-Welcome.

This is the very famous
Udo Cropa.

-And this is--
-Bettina Schwartz.

-And, and--
-Joseph Kamplos.

And everybody.

I've just been telling them
that I came here

-when nobody came here.
-Which was not that long ago,
I promise.

Well, they're here now.
I mean, just look at this place.

And that little brownout
you staged before was brilliant.

-The place felt like
a last supper.

If you don't mind me asking,
how do you know us, Mr. Cropa?

Ah, your reputation
precedes you.
I know your work.

And, Udo, you are
the only restaurateur
who hangs interesting art.

-Am I the only one?
-Well, uh,

-Danny Meyer does
at the Gramercy Tavern...
-Oh, Danny Meyer. He's--

-...but it's not
that interesting.
- You're very kind.

I apologize there was a problem
with the reservation,

but desserts will be
on the house.
Thank you very much.

If there's anything you need,
please ask me.

Marti here
will take care of you.

She's already
made her presence known.

Why does that not surprise me?

Listen, if you don't
mind me asking,

just, uh, just wonderin',
are you waiting
for someone or something?

Just seem to be on that stool
for a long time.

-I'm just curious here...
-Mm.

...watching all these people.

Stargazing potential,
you know what I mean?

-Wonder...

-Wonder when it all changed.
-Meaning?

When did eating dinner
become a Broadway show?

Good question.
For just five bucks,

I can give you the answer
to that one.

...fires a three.
Way off the mark...

Shit. Come on. Come on.

Get the ball.
These guys are so stupid.

Did you enjoy your appetizers?
- Buona sera. Hello.

-Hi, I'm Udo.
-I'm Sophie. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Well, now that
you've totally blown my cover,

I might as well take off
this silly wig.

No, no, no, Jennifer, leave it.
It looks great.

There's no way
you could go unrecognized
in this place.

Look, couldn't you get us
a little better table
up on the balcony?

Uh, well, uh, as soon
as something opens up,

I promise
I'll get you right up there.

Now, look, I know
this is strictly confidential,

but when are you
totally taking over this place?

I mean, it's so clearly obvious
that you're the one
making it happen down here.

Jennifer, that information
is supposed to be private.

What are you in the mood for?
What can I get for you?

God, the whole menu
sounds delicious.

Absolutely no butter.
I know you can make something
fascinating without butter.

Okay, no butter.
Any other requests,
or am I on my own?

Um, just no chicken.

I'm, I'm in the mood for fish.
Maybe shellfish.

And you always do such
interesting things with pasta.

Oh, please tell me you have
grilled prawns tonight.

Honey, let Udo
take care of us, okay?

-And of course, you'll pick out
the wine as always?
- Oh, yeah, of course,

I will. But let me get you
started with something else,

and I will be right back.

Start you off
with some champagne, ladies?

-What a night, huh?
- Mm.

-And it's only half over.
-I gotta talk to you.

More money for the kitchen.

Would you excuse us a minute?

Yeah, excuse us, Gary.

-Thanks.
- Of course.

-Come on!

Shit! You fuckin' suck.

Fuck it,
your mother sucks my dick.

I'm workin' my ass off here,
and I think it's time

I was more
than just an employee.

Top food writer in the city
is all over me about it.

Pretty soon I'm just
another face in the kitchen.

I understand, but this is, uh,
hardly the time to discuss it.

There's never a time with you.
I want to be an owner.

I want to be a partner.
I deserve it and it's time.

I've only had two partners
in my life,
and they both died on me.

I can do
without any more partners.

-Forget it. I'm not doing this.
-Udo!

You know you can't threaten
your old man.

You know, sometimes I'd like
to take this place back

to what it was
when your mother ran it,
but we can't, can we?

- Anything else
from the kitchen, Mr. Cropa?
-You want anything?

No, thanks.

Why do you always
live in the past?

No past,

no money for school,

no famous chef.

No gangsters on the balcony.

What more do those morons
want from you?

They want a piece
of the trattoria.

You see, they don't see
themselves as gangsters.

Those creeps see themselves
as entrepreneurs.

-Yeah, well,
tell 'em to get lost.
-Enrico already did that.

I'm sorry about that.

Look, uh,
you better get downstairs.

Your public is waiting
and hungry.

Duncan can handle it.

I gotta hit the head.

It's strange, huh?

Work my whole life
to become a chef,

and my father wants
somebody else to cook his food.

...throws it
up the floor by Gray.
Alone underneath the basket.

Lays it up. Draws the foul!
The basket counts.

And that's gonna
just about do it.

-And as the buzzer sounds--
-No, no, no!

-Give me! Give me!

Duncan. Duncan, Duncan!

-It's okay, man. It's okay.
-Duncan! Take it easy. Relax.

-Take it easy, all right?
-Cálmate, okay?

Cálmate.

-It's okay, man.
-Relax.

It's okay! It's okay. It's okay.

It's only a game. Cálmate, man.

Just calm down, man.

What the fuck
are you lookin' at?

-Fuck you looking at?
-Yo, that's not okay!
It's over with!

It's over with!
Let's go back to work.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Why do all gangsters hate homos?

I don't mean to bring
you bad news,

but there are two thugs
at Table 46,
and they're asking for you.

You tell 'em
to go fuck themselves.

And how exactly do you want me
to phrase that, hmm?

"Uh, pardon me,
Mr. Black and Mr. Blue,

my sous-chef has an interesting
suggestion for you"?

If I was you,
I'd just poison the bastards.

Hey, homo, you want somebody
to take this shit out?

Gabriel, how long
has your neck been missing?

Eh? I love your suit, man.

-Hey, where's my Fiorentina?
-Forty-six.

Twenty-two.

Ooh. F--

-Yo, gorillas, here I come.
-Piper.

Harold? Hey, make me
another Fiorentina.

-You want me to make it?
-Yes!

-Hey, Gabe.
-What?

Finish the rest of the sauce.

Where you goin', man?

Where you goin'?

I don't like waiting.

Especially when the chef
knows who you are.

And you slept with him!

Honey, a little louder
and we'll dance to it.

Well, maybe we'll get noticed.
I'm fucking starved.

-Oh, Christ, more champagne.

Sweetie, are we getting served
sometime tonight?

Duncan! Duncan!

Where the hell's Duncan?
Gabriel, where's my fuckin'
sous-chef?

I don't know.
Uh, I need dessert!
I need dessert...

-Harold, drop what you're doin',
get me two lobsters right now.
-Two lobsters.

- Come on, let's go.
- Tiramisu! Tiramisu.

Steak Fiorentina.

Brilliant.
I feel like a fucking king.

-Well, anything else right now?
- No.

-Okay.
-Paolo, would you stop it
with the fucking water?

What do you think,
we're Aquaman?

Gary, can I use your phone?

Gigino. Buona sera.

Duncan, what are you doing?
Where are you?

Could you get that for me?

My mouth's full.

-Hello?
-Uh, hello, Lucy. This is Louis.

-For you, Mom! Mr. Cropa.
-Oh.

-Hi.
-She'll never call me Louis.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up?

I...

I don't have $13,000.

$13,000?

- Yeah.
-I can't, I can't believe
you lost $13,000.

-What are you gonna do, huh?
-I don't know.

Well, I guess I just called
to see if you were okay.

I'm sorry about earlier.

No, no, you have
all the reason in the world
to be as angry as you want.

Could you hold on for a minute?

No, no, it's my problem.

-Wha-- What do you mean,
it's your problem?
-It's my problem.

You can't just run and hide!

Good night, my sweet.
I love you.

Good night, Mom.

Actually, my biggest problem
right now

is putting Lucy to bed.

She has these nightmares.

She's afraid
to close her eyes at night.

Can't you go back
and talk to them at least?

-You know who I mean?
- Yeah.

What do you want me
to say to them?
"I can't pay you"?

What about you, Lou?
How are you sleeping
these days?

Not very well.

When you love somebody,
you gotta figure out

things together. Right?

Do you love me?

Yeah.

My father was a big boy.
He knew what the life was.

There was no life.

Come on, Lou.

Look, we weren't saints.

We were just two guys

tryin' to make
a couple of bucks.

Yeah, you two
were a couple of Robin Hoods.

I know that.

If we were part of a family,

the bastards who killed
your father would be hangin'

from the Queensboro Bridge
right now.

There was no family, no mob.

All an illusion.

Well, it wasn't an illusion
to me.

-Natalie--
-Or Lucy.

I never held
a real gun in my hand.

I don't think
your father did, either.

I think I got a cramp in my leg.

You wanna come by?

Sure. Whenever you want.

Tonight?

At this hour?

There's a great
chocolate dessert over there,

the one with the almonds?

I could make coffee.

Uh...

Yeah.

Okay, uh...

As soon as I can.

-Marti?
-Yes, sir.

What do they call
that new chocolate dessert?

Le cioccolato mandorle.

-Cioccolato...
-Mandorle.

Mandorle.

Uh, give me two to take out.

Uh-huh. Would you like me
to put the order in
right away, Mr. Cropa?

No, about ten minutes,
sweetheart. Thank you.

Thanks.

Dunc, what the hell
are you doin' in my coat?

-Harold, in the office.
-I don't even wanna know.
I need your help right now.

I gotta make
something incredible for Freely.

I need vanilla beans,
split and scraped.

Minced shallot. I need
some lime juice, champagne.

This is gonna be amazing.
Vanilla lobster and sec.
Beautiful combination.

-Where'd you come up
with the champagne-vanilla?
-I had a dream.

* Wack *

* Wack, wack *

Hello, Duncan.

La Bistecca Fiorentina...

See you later.

Yo, man. That's a big fuck, man.
He came down

like he was gonna eat
the whole fucking kitchen, man.

Yo, Duncan.
Is he a friend of yours, Duncan?

- What about the sauce?
Is there any sauce?
-Hang on, hang on.

I'll get it ready now, Duncan.

* Wack *

* Wack, wack *

Ah, man, that looks great.

Let's hope she says the same
thing next week in print.

Duncan...

...thanks.

I love it
when you talk dirty, baby.

Oops. Hey, Nicky.

D--- Duncan,

-this is Ademir. It is not--
- I'll get it.

Yeah, Duncan, what's up?

I still smell you
on my hands right now.

Here we are.

Oh, great. Perfect table.

We're gonna make this work.

-Okay, darling,
what's in this dish?

This is a Montauk lobster
and rock shrimp.

It's in a champagne shallot
sauce with vanilla bean,

and it's garnished
with salmon caviar
and a Tobiko caviar,

which has a wasabi flavor,
and some chives.

And no butter.

Enjoy.

I will be back.

-I, I, I--
- I don't want to put
any emphasis on it or any--

Oh.

- Good evening,
gentlemen.
-Hi, Detective.

This is my wife Ellen.

Louis Cropa.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Drury.

-This is Gary Lieberman.
-A pleasure.

-Nice to see you.
-So, this is the joint
with the buzz, huh?

Wasn't that hard
to get a reservation.

Detective, uh,
look up in the balcony.

It's crowded.

Just look.

I invited 'em

so you can arrest them.

Sweetheart,
let's find our table.

No, no, never.
You'd never give them up.
It's a code.

Ah, you still believe
in that shit, don't you?

Excuse my language, Mrs. Drury.

Seems language
is the least of it.

Enjoy yourselves.

She's feisty, isn't she?

She is.

- Marti.
-Yes, sir.

Nicole is seating
two people on 38.

Give them a bottle
of champagne on me.

- Certainly.
- Thanks, sweetie.

Man, champagne for the cops,
dinner for the crooks.

-Something is not right here.
-Mm-hmm.

That fellow over there
in the corner...

...all the people stoppin' by
his table,
is he important?

-The owner, father of the chef.
-Hmm.

-Nothing more?
-No, nothing more.

-Actually, I better
go over there.
-Okay.

What, what do you really think
of those bizarre portraits

hanging so utterly disorganized?

Well, the fact
that they're hanging
in an Italian restaurant maybe?

This is not the place
to show them,

but they're actually
very interesting.

-Really?
-Yeah, I think
they're interesting. I have a--

I, I guess portraiture
has gone somewhat legit,

-but I, I always find it
so, uh, common.
- It is not--

-It's not like that.
-No, these are unusual.
I like these.

- Yes, I--
-You're being much too kind,
Joseph. Are they yours?

-Fitz, you drink too much.

Portraiture today
is as much about looking

-as it is about extracting
a certain personality.
- Well,

it seems that our waitress
is an art critic.

No, your waitress is an artist.

Those are my paintings.

More wine?

-Whoo!

How are we doing?

You are a genius, sandman,
a fucking genius.

Thank you.
I'm sorry it took so long,

but I wanted
to make something special.

What did you think?

She's thinking
about what's coming next.

So tell me, chef, what is
the history behind this, um...

...culinary creation?

Actually, it's a dish
my Uncle Enrico used to love.

-Is that Uncle Enrico
on the menu?
-On the menu? No.

Hey, Ademir, can I have a menu?

On the menu is a picture of
my father and his grandfather.

They're playing
in the backyard in New Jersey.

Then who's Gigino?

Honey, you're asking
way too many questions.

-Will you leave Udo alone,
please?
-No, no, it's all right.

I get asked a lot of times.
It's fine.

My father's real name is Luigi.

"Gigi" is the nickname for that,
and "Gigino" is "Little Gigi."

Italians are a little crazy
about nicknames, I guess.

I'm gonna have something else
sent up in a minute,

and if there's anything
you need,
don't hesitate to ask.

-Oh, I won't.
-Bye.

Damn, he's cute.

How you doin' tonight?

-Hi.
-Hi.

What are you drinking?

-Oh, that's a rye and soda.
-Rye and soda?

-Would you like one?
-Sure. I would love to try it.

Sean? Sean?

-Two-- One...
- Okay.

What-- What's in a rye and soda?

Well, that's really just, uh,
old-fashioned bourbon and soda.

When I think of bourbon,
I think of men 55
drinking bourbon.

-I'll be 55 next week.
- No. No, you won't.

- Sean? Sean?
-Thank you.

Hi, guys. Little somethin'
from the kitchen.

Thanks.

So you're not afraid
to be up here?

Everyone else seems to be.

Well, now,
you don't look so tough
with that baby face of yours.

Besides, I'm workin'
a much rougher table than this.

I hear you guys
are brothers-in-law?

-Which basically means
I'm married to his sister.
-Ah!

-You got a photo?
-A photo?

Excuse me, Marti.
That table's all yours.

-I'll just take
Fitzgerald's table.
-No way. You're crazy.

-I just brought up some peppers.
-Marti, please,

-take the table.
-Duncan set me up with them.

-Please.
-No way. Fitzgerald's my table.

-Good bye.
-Oh, fuck. I need a Valium.

Okay.

The bookmaking operation's
yours.

So finish your dinner
and give my regards to Queens.

And the restaurant?

That's out of the question.

We're not leaving here...

...until we're partners...

...in the food business.

Your boy lost his bet.

He's into us for 13 large.

Reprehensible.

Who is?

Greed is.

I'll give him 15 minutes.

-See how you like that.
-Okay.

-It's my first time in here.
-I don't believe you.

-No, it is.
-I don't believe you.

-I just wandered in.
-And why?

-Uh, I was hungry.

Miss? Miss? Please.

I hope
I did not insult you before,

but leaving your work
hanging out here

for anyone to see
is taking quite a risk.

It's kind of like
what your chef does every night.

But in his case,
he's almost always perfect.

So you hate them.

No, I wouldn't say "hate."

Hate implies passion.

That's something that these,
sadly, leave me without.

C-- C-- Could we have
another bottle of red

for the people
at the end of the table?

-Yeah, right away, sir.
-Thank you.

-I don't think,
I don't think I--
- What's the matter?

I, I don't know.
I don't know whether I...
I don't know.

-Why did you make me
apologize to her?

-Nicest man in the universe.
-Huh? What?

Did I do the wrong thing again?

Duncan, come on, let's move!

-Duncan?
-What?

Come in here.

-Close the door.
- Where you goin'?

You know Udo is up my ass.

He'll wait.

So you had
to make that bet, huh?

Yeah. I gave it
to somebody else.

Yeah, and you called Carmen
and Paolo again,

and you lost again.

I know I lost. I don't need
to keep on fuckin' hearin' it

-every fuckin' five minutes.
-Oh, oh. What did you say to me?

Louis, I'm your cook
in your kitchen.

Whatever I do outside
of your kitchen
is my fuckin' business.

You're such a degenerate
gambler. Listen to yourself.

I told you to cut it out, stop.

And what are you, my father now?

You're scolding me,
you're reprimanding me now?

Listen, when I tell you
I don't want to take your bet...

...there's a reason.

I know those guys.
They'll put you in a wheelchair.

But maybe that's what you need.

I'm fine. I'm handlin'
the situation on my own.

You don't have
to worry about me.

-I'm not gonna be
in a fuckin' wheelchair.
-Oh, really?

-Everything's fine?
Everything's all right?
-Yeah.

You brought 'em in my house.

You brought 'em here in my life.

Carmen and Paolo are upstairs,

and not only are they lookin'
for a piece of you,

they're hustling me, too. Me.

I don't understand why
you're putting this shit on me.

I didn't bring 'em here.
I didn't know they were gonna
start some fuckin' war.

-I'm sorry! You want me to say--
-Oh, you're fuckin' sorry?
You're sorry?

My friend is dead!

-Dead!

Twenty-five years,
nobody ever got killed!

They wouldn't be around here
if it wasn't for you.

It stops here right now.

You're done.

Take this.

-What's that?
-It's $13,000.

I want you to pay 'em off
right now.

-No--
-No, you can take it...

...and now your ass
belongs to me.

If I ever hear you
place a bet again,

I'll break your fuckin' legs
personally.

If I...

If I could change stuff,
I would.

-I'm sorry.
-Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry too, and so would I.

Look...

...just take a few days off.

I want to give you some time
to think about everything.

I got 200 people upstairs
waiting for food.

You wanna get back on the line?

Don't mess it up.

No more chances.

Take care of it now.

All right.

-We're out of the veal.
-I don't wanna hear it.

All right,
I can't take it anymore.

-Take what?
-If I can't be in charge
of my own kitchen,

I don't want it.
I can't have it.

Fine. Fine. Uh...

Do what you want to do.

That, that's it?
Your way or nothin'?

Is that what I said?

No, you, you don't have
to say anything.

There's no give and take
with you.

Is that the way you see it?

In, in your words, I fucked up?

Is that-- I, I fucked up?

Well, somebody fucked up.

-Enrico's dead,

Duncan's doin' his best
to join him.

Let's face it,
this gangster business sucks.

You people
are fuckin' ridiculous.

Mm. Judgin' by your folks
upstairs, I'd say
we're in a dead heat.

I gotta get back to work.

-We're gonna break 250 tonight.
-That's great.

Nice way to celebrate.

Celebrate what?

I'm outta here.

I'm walkin' away.

-What?
-The restaurant is yours...

...but, uh, I'll keep
a small percentage.

You plan this?

For a long time.

Gary's, uh, got the papers
for you to sign.

And, Udo...

...whether you believe it
or not...

...I'm proud of you.

For what, bein' able to cook?

Yeah.

For exactly that.

For being able to cook...

...and being able to teach...

...and being able to understand
not to follow
in your daddy's footsteps.

I wish Mom were here
to see this.

-I miss her.
-So do I, you know.

-Hmm. Now, she could cook.
No, I'm kidding.

I gotta get back.

Okay.

Listen, the round table
in the corner,

you're gonna have
to give that up.

-That is not part
of the deal, boss.

Who are you?

Oh, Mr. Cropa, I'm Harold.

-Are you new here?
-Yes, sir.

First time I've seen you.
Where the hell you been hiding?

They had me on the salad line.

-You like the job?
-Yeah, a lot.

-What's your name?
-Harold.

-You Italian?
-No, sir.

Oh.

Well, can't have
everything, huh?

All right, guys, 47. Let's get--

-Okay, I have to ask you
this question.
-Mm.

The double stripes.

-What?
-Who, who wears double stripes?

-Hey, I just got this tie
last week.
-I'm so sorry,

but double stripes
always bother me.

I always think of, uh,
men that work on Wall Street.

-Do you work on Wall Street?
You work on Wall Street.
-I do. I do.

-I always meet
the ones that look--
-You're very good.

-You're very sharp. You, you--

Most people can't tell
I work on Wall Street.

-Really?
-You know.

-Chef wanted you to taste
a few more things, so enjoy.
-What?

And the envelope's from Duncan.

He's sorry
he couldn't come up yet,

but as you can see
it's really busy in here.

Anything else right now?

-This is a no-hurt?
-Nothing hurts right now.

Cropa keeps saving
this kid's ass.

Too bad.

You got room for this?

Why not? It's buonissimo.
You should eat a little bit.

Look like you're witherin' away
to nothin'.

I worry too much.

Miss? Miss?

-What was in that envelope?
-I beg your pardon?

The envelope you just
gave those guys, what was in it?

You wanna know what's
in the veal, chicken, or pasta,

I'll tell you. The envelope,
you're on your own.

-Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey. Look...

...I'm a detective.
I could force you to tell me.

And I'm a Capricorn.
You can't force me to do shit.

Talk to my boss.

We go out
once every three months.

May we enjoy ourselves?

And, and people wait
three months

to get a reservation
to eat at this place.

Ellen, I got these too easy.

-They were a gift.
-From?

Louis Cropa, the owner.

We are sittin' here
on this particular evening

because somebody wants us to be.

Phooey.

Martha Wellington.

A beautiful name for an artist.

Am I an artist, Mr. Kamplos,
or merely a waitress?

Well, the second you're
not sure, it's all over.

You're an artist if you say so.

You're a successful artist--

-If he says so.
-Well

I'd hardly consider myself
successful, Mr. Fitzgerald.

Oh, let's not get dramatic,
Marti.

You're doing pretty terrific
here in New York.

Your work is hanging
at one of the hottest eateries
in town.

Yeah, well,
frankly, I won't be happy
until my work is hanging

in one of the hottest
galleries in town.

-Don't listen to him.

He's just bitter
because he can only hang work

that makes money.

- Ooh.
-Good for you.

I'm sure that she can understand
that a man in my position

needs a really good reason
to look at the work
of a new artist.

Admit it. It's too risky
to encourage young talent.

Slow down, Joseph.
I'll leave her my card.
She can show me her slides.

We'll see whether
she's really an artist
or merely a waitress.

Thanks for the thought,
Mr. Fitzgerald,

but, uh, I'd rather
you leave me a big tip.

I'm poor.

Excuse me.

-Mm-hmm. Ah!

She's always late, but this
time, she just never showed up.

-Well, it happens.
-It happens all the time.

Right.

So you work on Wall Street.
You do what?

A little of this,
little of that.

-Investment banking.
-Investment banking.

The market.

What should I do with my money?

-Keep it.

Don't start in

Good evening, gentlemen.

Uh, we got enough bread.

Funny.

So, what, you don't have
any good Italian restaurants
in Queens?

And pasta fazool
to you too, pal.

Oh, so you don't need me
to translate?

I think I can figure it out.

Hi.

-Am I making you nervous?
-You're making me
a little nervous.

-You threw me. Ha.

-I threw you for a loop, huh?
-A little bit.

Ladies, compliments of the chef.

-What is this?
-A tagliarini
with white truffles.

Mm. Smells delicious.
-Delicious.

Enjoy.

Oh, um, listen,

is Udo involved seriously
with anyone right now?

Behave yourself.

Come on, you can tell me.

It's not for publication.

Everything is for publication.

Let's just say
Udo is involved with everyone.

Now, if you're talkin'
seriously, no one but himself.

Excuse me.

Mm. Mm.

-Okay.
-This is divine.

Let me see.

Oh, my God.

Mm. Mm, mm, mm.

Mm.

Oh, my God.

- Salud.
- Salud.

Salud.

We'll see you downstairs.

I'll be right down.

I hope
you're enjoying yourselves.

The food is divine,
even better than the reviews.

-And, uh,
thanks for the champagne.
-It's my pleasure.

Billy tells me
we're your guests tonight,

-and I wanna thank you for that.
-Oh, don't even mention it.

I just wanted
a New York City policeman

-and his lovely wife
to enjoy their night.

-Besides, you never know
when you're gonna need a cop.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Good night.

-Oh, he's a very nice man.
-Hmm.

Vinnie, you takin' her home?

I'll see you, sweetheart.
Take care. Get home safe.

Thank you.

Mr. Cropa,
your chocolate desserts.
They look very yummy.

Yummy? I hope Udo
doesn't tell you
to describe his food as "yummy."

No, sir, it's a description
of my very own. Good night.

Nicky.

-Yeah.

Duncan's gonna take a short
vacation starting tomorrow.

I hope you go with him.

Well, you know,
he really needs a therapist.

Yeah, I know,

but he also needs someone
he cares for.

Hmm?

Okay.

Why not?

And thanks for everything.

Good night.

Good night.

Where's the ladies' room?

How should I know?
I've never been in here before.

I think
it's over there someplace.

Excuse me.

Where the fuck is this guy?

-How you doin'?
- Mm.

-Sorry.
-What, do you think
I'm waiting all night?

-It's out of order.
-I need to use the bathroom.

-Move your leg.
-Sorry.

It's all yours.

* Oh, what a night *

* To love you, dear *

* Oh, what a night *

-* To hold you near *

-* Oh, what a night *

* To squeeze you, dear *

* That's why *

-* I love you so *

* Oh, what a night *

* To love you, dear *

* Oh, what a night *

* To walk you, dear *

* Oh, what a night *

Sorry about that.

* To kiss you, dear... *

-Excuse me.
- Yeah,
what can I get you?

There's a man in the hallway

blocking the way
to the ladies' room.

-Could you make--
-That's not me problem,
sweetheart.

Excuse me. It's all yours now.

* ...all those things
you have told *

* To me *

* The craze in my heart *

* Won't let me forget *

* Your love *

-* Oh, what a night *

* To hold you, dear *

-* Oh, what a night *

* To hold you near *

* Oh, what a night *

* To squeeze you, dear... *

Move it! Police!
Get out of the way!

Get back. Get back! Police!

* ...I love you so... *

Get out of there.
Move it, move it.

Somebody got smoked.

Lock the fuckin' doors.
Nobody leaves.

God damn it.

Unbelievable. Only in New York

can you count on a double murder
to triple your business.

-You'll be booked solid
for a year.

You really think so?

The bodies of two men
shot in the head

at point-blank range
were discovered here
at this restaurant,

and we're hearing
just downstairs

where a New York City
police detective
was having his dinner.

Two men found
shot to death execution-style

in the basement
of this trendy Tribeca eatery

are believed to be
low-level Queens hoods.

Hi.

Do I see you later?

- No, I have plans.
-Oh.

And besides,
why do I have the feeling
that it's the food nymph's time?

What philosophy predates Plato?

-The Sophists'?

You're going broke.

This thing with Duncan
is serious?

Yeah.

Getting there.

We did 263 tonight.

-Perfect.
-Wow.

Perfect night, except
for the two on the balcony.

Carmen Donnelly
and Paolo Macaroni.
I'm sorry, Paolo Marconi.

They are the victims
in this case so far.

Uh, sources are telling us
that this, uh, place doubles

as a bookmaking operation.

Good night.

Good night, star chef.

-I've never seen
a dead body before.
-It was, it was very strange.

Now, we're hearing
that the victims

were members
of an organized crime family.

-I, I wouldn't-- I mean,
I heard some things--
-I-- It's--

Right here, Duncan,
who is the sous-chef here
in this restaurant.

Now, Duncan, what do you know
about what we're hearing

that this was all about revenge
for a prior homicide

in connection
with this restaurant?

I was cookin', I,
you know, I was down.
I don't know anything.

You don't know anything?
- I don't, I don't know,

I was-- I mean,
I'm the sous-chef, so...

You know, I, I'm, actually,
I made, I made the g--

I made the guy
a beef Fiorentina, you know,

which I'd-- It's pretty good.

You know, you come by,
I'll hook you up, whatever.

Once again,
a double murder in Tribeca.

Police have no suspects
at this time.

- Here.
-No, it's yours.

That's a, that's a lot more
than I expected.

If I was you, Mr. Rolof,
I'd, uh, get out of here
as soon as possible.

I want you to give that to Sean.

-Tell him it's for gettin'
all the answers right.
-Sure.

I could've taken care of this
out in Queens.

Look at the mess you got now.

-My son can handle it.

-Later.
-Later.

-That's a cool guy.
Works on Wall Street. Mm-hmm.
-Mm.

You know, they say...

..."Revenge is a dish
best eaten cold."

-Served.
-What?

Best served cold.

Oh.

* When your feet
aren't on the ground *

* I've been watching over you *

* And I know
that it might seem *

* That I don't know
what you do *

* In every single town *

* That you may go to *

* And this is never found *

* But you're seeing it through *

* When the night comes 'round *

* All the silence there may be *

* There's a light you found *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel coming down *

* Coming down *

* Every step
that you took forwards *

* You went backwards
just the same *

* Falling downwards
through the sky *

* Silver teardrops fall
of pain *

* And I know all of the signs *

* But it seems
you want to stay *

* If you fall into my arms *

* I can make it go away *

* When the night comes 'round *

* All the darkness
there may be *

* There's a light you found *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel coming down *

-* Angel *

-* Angel *

* When your feet
aren't on the ground *

* I've been watching over you *

* And I know
that it might seem *

* That I don't know
what you do *

* When the night comes 'round *

* All the darkness
there may be *

* There's a light you found *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel *

* Angel *

* It's your angel *

* It's your angel coming down *