All language subtitles for In.My.Dreams.2014.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

(indistinct chattering)

WOMAN:
I’m worried about
the restaurant.

It’s missing something.

Um, customers?

(laughs)

Nobody is excited
when they come in anymore.

You see the looks
on their faces. It’s just...

Yeah, "Is this
place still here?"

Okay, so the
restaurant’s reliable,

but it’s not surprising.

So what would surprise you?

Hmm. Customers.

(laughs)

I never liked you.

I tolerate you,
but I never actually liked you.

Here you go.

(camera shutter clicks)
(laughs)

Let me show you what
I have in today.

TOUR GUIDE:
This fountain was built in 1903

by Mortimer Hayward...

So, Beekman’s changing
the design again?

Oh, for heaven’s sakes.

It’s Saturday.

When-when’s he
expecting it?

I wish you spent
as much time

on your personal life.

Mom, I go on
plenty of dates.

First dates.

Hey.

Your father and I

are about to have
our 40th wedding anniversary.

You know why?
Hmm?

Because he asked me out
on a second date.

(beeps)

Sorry, Joe.

You don’t have that
much time, you know.

Your father started
going bald young.

Oh... Hold on.

Mom, Dad has hair.

Well, (scoffs)
that’s debatable.

Oh, no, no, it’s my mom

harassing me about
my love life again.

Oh, yeah, well, if
there was ever a reason

to come into the office
on the weekend...

I’ve handed out flyers
to local office buildings,

social media promotions,
(laughs)

donations to local events
to raise the profile.

Okay, Nat, we’ve been
friends for a long time,

so I think I can
tell you this

without hurting
your feelings.

Lose the opera.

When you walk in
the front door,

there’s, like, this wall
of opera that greets you.

My mom loved the opera.

Yeah, well, your mother
also loved customers.

Look, I know this restaurant
is your family legacy,

I get it, but...

(sighs) it just
hasn’t been the same.

I know.
Don’t you think I know that?

That’s why I have
the new chef coming.

I just hoped after six months,
I’d be able to find that,

you know, just...
I don’t know.

Magic?

Yeah. I... I thought maybe
I could find that.

Oh, my goodness,
is that Lori Beth?

Who?

Lori Beth Wacker

from seventh grade,
remember?
Hey.

(laughing):
Lori Beth!

Hi.
Hi.

Oh!

Oh...
How wonderful to see you.

Yeah.

Your mother told me
you were back in town.

Yeah.
Lori Beth.

Nick! Hi.
How are you?

Oh, I moved back into
town a couple months ago.

It’s so great to see you.

How long has it been?

15 years.

Oh, wow.

My one true love...

and my biggest regret,

losing touch with you
when we moved, but...

but how serendipitous.

You know, Nick is
a big-time architect now.

Oh.
He designs bridges.

(sighs)

Nick, give her your card.

Well, you always did want
to build things.

Change the world.

I wouldn’t exactly say
I’m doing that yet, but...

Lori Beth works
in landscape design.
Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Architect, landscaper.

Isn’t that kismet-y?

(laughter)

Ooh, speaking of work,

I’m actually just
on my way in now,

Oh.
but hey, really, really good
to see you, Lori Beth.

Yeah, you too, Nick.

I would totally call you.
Great.

We have a lot to catch up on

after all this time.

You do, you do.

Yeah?
So do, call him.

Okay, I will.

I will. Bye!

Bye.
Bye.

We just happened to
run into each other?

What a coincidence.

You know,
life is full of them,

even if sometimes you have
to give them a little push.

I feel really badly
you aren’t making any tips.

Do you want to quit?

I want you to quit.

Quit thinking that you
have to keep the place

just like it was when
your mother was alive.

I am so sorry, Nat.
I didn’t...

No, no, it’s okay.
It’s just that...

If I don’t move forward,
I’m gonna lose the restaurant.

I mean, it’s stuck in the past,
and so am I.

Come on.

GIRL:
Grandma!

Uncle Nick!
Hey.
Oh!

Kiddos. Hi.

Look at these.
Ooh, I like these.

Very...
Are we late?

We had to take a detour
to the girls’ favorite store,

the house of neon
and sparkle.

That’s not what it’s called.

NICK:
No, that’s okay.

Mom found a way to introduce me

to yet another future
daughter-in-law.
Oh.

Lori Beth Wacker.
Hmm.

He used to be crazy about her.

I was 12.
GIRL: Grandma,

can we have a quarter
to make a wish?

A quarter?

In my day, it was a penny.

KAREN:
Well, don’t look at me.

I spent all my money at
the house of neon and sparkle.

That’s not what it’s called.

Really?
Quarters.

Uncle Nick’s got quarters.

Let’s do this.
Yes!
All right.

We’re going wishing.
Let’s do it.

You’re gonna regret it.

Oh, those are pretty.

Maybe I should get these
for the restaurant.

Good morning, ladies.
Hey.

A bouquet to brighten your day?

Yeah, they’re lovely.
They’re $5.99,

each bouquet.

Oh, okay, um,

I will take these.

Here you are.

NATALIE:
Oh, no, it’s okay.

No, she’ll take it.

No, no, it’s fine.

Just take it, would you?

(chuckles)

Thank you.

Um, I’m sorry.

What are you doing?

Okay.

All right, here.

You need this.

W-Wish for a surprise.

(laughs)

Okay, turning a restaurant
around doesn’t happen by magic.

Okay, so then if you knew
the surprise would come true,

what would you wish for?

NATALIE:
Well, you are always bugging
me about my love life, so...

Penny for you?

Ah, I have everything
I could’ve ever wished for.

If I had a wish
for you however...

Oh, you’d wish that I’d
be spared a receding hairline.

I’d wish that
you’d get over her.

I know what you
felt about Jessa,

but you need to
move on, honey.

You need to find
the right one.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

I bet my wish comes true
before yours does.

Oh,

it’s almost 11:00.
We got to buzz.

Bye, honey.

NATALIE:
Wait, he literally

handed you the bill?

The waitress came by us,

and he slid the bill
in front of me

like it was my...
No. I don’t believe you.

Hold this.
We... we were dating
for what?

Two weeks?

I mean, seriously.
I just find that
hard to believe.

What guy does that?

A 44-year-old man.

I guess.

(classical Italian opera
playing)

Hey, I saw that.

(quietly):
I saw that.

(music fades, car horns honking,
traffic sounds)

NICK:
If the city went solar,

you connect that bridge
to the grid.

Now it gets the power
when it needs it,

gives the surplus back
when it doesn’t.

Want to tell him that?

(footsteps approaching)

Mr. Beekman, sir.

Good morning.

Well, thanks for coming in
over the weekend.

A deadline is a deadline.

We understand, George,
and not to worry.

I’m gonna give it the
old Beekman touch.

GEORGE:
That’s why the planning
commission comes to you, Lance.

We know you get it done.

Beekman ever introduce
you to a client?

Not a chance.

(Italian opera playing)

So, where is he?
I’m not sure.

He was supposed to
fly in yesterday.

If he doesn’t arrive,
I can cook.

Oh, um, thanks, Damien,

but maybe you could just refill
the salt and pepper shakers.

Sure.

(door closes)
MAN: Buongiorno.

(speaking Italian)

Oh.
And there he is,
our new chef.

Natalia?

(Italian continues)

Uh, what-what is he saying?

Oh, um, that, um,
he thinks I’m a radiant beauty.

That’s sweet.
Well, you’re not
so bad yourself.

I’m Sharla

with an "A,"

which is like Italian already.

Yes, yes, you just keep
looking at me,

whatever your name is,

with those dark chocolate eyes.

His name’s Mario. Mario.

I thought you said he was
an old guy from Italy.

This is not
an old guy.

Well, I just hope
he can cook,

because I took on faith
from my Italian relatives

that he was good. Hi.

Uh, mi dispiace.

I’m sorry

I wasn’t able
to greet you

at the airport yesterday.

Um, I don’t know how to say
all of that in Italian.

Uh, it’s no problem.

I-I feel the warmth
of your welcome,

okay, Natalia? Hmm?

And he speaks English.

Uh, I cook for tonight?

Yes! Let me show you
the kitchen.

Okay.

So, it’s a pretty
basic kitchen. Um...

(Natalie continues indistinctly)

Stupid.

Anybody here?

Hello?

JOE: Hey.
No, Mom.

I told you, you didn’t
need to bring lunch.

I just wanted to make sure
you have a decent meal.

Hiya, Joe.
Hi.

Something in here for you, too.

I love your mom.
Hmm.

Did, uh, Nick tell you that
we ran into his ex-girlfriend?

Oh.
The love of his life.

(groans)
Oh, yeah, when I was 12.

Then she moved away
and broke his heart.

No, I was 12.

(laughs)

His first kiss.

When you were 12.

Picked up on that?

I want you to take her out.

No, Mom,
you’re a world-class mother.

I love you.
How many times have I told you,

do not fix me up?

You... (sighs)

Stand-up night
at the Comedy Cellar.

Tomorrow, 8:00.

Lori Beth loves to laugh.

It’s a date.

Oh...
I made it for you.

Yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
but there’s only two here.

I mean, are you sure
you didn’t mean to buy three,

in case you wanted
to sit with us?

You could interfere
some more.

Can I?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

There’s extra mustard
in the bag, Joe.

Dude, your mom is the best.

Hey, do you think
Lori Beth’s got a friend?

Do not disappoint me.

Maybe she’s your
fountain wish come true.

No-no-no-no-no.

Okay, my wish was to win
the Green Bridge Award.

Dude, come on.
Not so loud.

If Beekman finds out...

(opera music playing
over sound system)

(opera music continues playing)

How’s everything?

It’s not the same.

It’s better.

Oh, uh, wonderful.

Great. I’ll let the chef know.

MAN:
Really marvelous.

WOMAN:
I think it’s great.

MAN:
Is this a new dish...

Where’s the garlic?

(clears throat)
Right.

(opera music continues)

(sizzling)

They love the food.

Che cos’ è?
What do you look for?

Uh, one of our regulars
likes extra garlic.

Che?

For the alfredo sauce.
I know it’s weird,
but it’s just like...

(speaks Italian)
Wait, wait, wait.

No, no, no, no,
don’t worry,

it’s not you. It’s just
his thing. He just...

His thing
but is not my thing.
What? Wait, Mario...

The alfredo sauce.

(hushed):
Mario!

Buonasera.
Hello.

Extra garlic?
Please.

Bene.
Extra more, huh? Huh?!

Whoa. Whoa-whoa-
whoa-whoa!
Huh?

(speaking Italian)

Oh, wow. What he means is
he really just appreciates

your suggestion
for extra garlic.

Yeah, I said
you eat like a pig.

Mm. Okay.

NATALIE:
No, no, no! It’s on the

house...

(sighs)

Natalia, we need
more clienti, eh?

I cannot cook
without customers.

I can cook.

(opera ends)

RECORDING:
You have two new voice messages.

New message. (beeps)

Hi, it’s Amanda. Thanks
for the dinner the other night.

Hey, listen, I heard about
this new art show,

and I was wondering...
(beeps)

Hey, It’s Kelly
from the Coffee Grinder.

I don’t usually do this,

but, uh, I was just thinking
about you...

(beeps)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(crickets chirping)

♪ ♪

(crickets chirping)

(lock clicks)

(dog barking in distance,
traffic sounds)

(man and woman speaking
indistinctly)

NARRATOR:
As the cycle of life
repeats itself

on the coastline of Aruba,

the male flamingo
goes in search of a mate.

RECORDING:
You have one new voice message.

Hey, Natalie. This is Ellis.
Sharla’s cousin.

We met at her party.

Sharla said you needed
to, uh, get out?

Oh, wait,
that didn’t sound right.

Anyway, I really like
to eat food.

(beeping)

Hold on. I got another call.

(scoffs)
(beeps)

(mutters)

NARRATOR:
But all is not well

on the island as our family
of flamingos

struggles to survive
the harsh conditions

of the windy autumn.

Would you like a table?

A table?

Wait...

How did I get here?

Oh, I know this place.

Where is everybody?
Where is everyone?

It’s just us.

I’m Natalie.

Hey, Natalie. I’m Nick.

Yeah, I feel like
I’ve seen you before.

I know.

I feel like...
I feel like I know you.

Excuse me.

I think this is for you.

For me?

Wow...

it’s you.

No, it’s my mother.

Well, clearly,
you’ve inherited her spirit.

Thanks.

Who are you?

You are so beautiful.

(both chuckle)

Did I just say
it out loud?

I don’t mind.

(inhales sharply)

NARRATOR:
During the summer months,
snow is the primary source

of the penguin’s hydration.
Once he is nourished,

he will have the vitality
to move on.

(car alarm wailing,
horn honking intermittently)

(alarm, honking stop)

It was a dream,
but it was so real.

Yeah, especially the part

where you woke up alone
in your jammies.

I was on my couch.

Did he look like
Justin Timberlake?
Better.

Yeah, nobody looks better
than Justin Timberlake.

(laughs)
You were in dreamland.

Oh, did my cousin Ellis
call you?

Yeah. By the way, why
did you have him do that?

Okay, sweetie,
and I say this with love,

you gotta call him back.

Ooh!
Mm-mm.

(footsteps approaching)

JOE:
And if you don’t like
working on Saturday,

don’t bother coming in
on Sunday.

Oh, I know it, buddy.

Is that your Green Bridge
competition?

We’ve got blueprints
to finish.

(phone chirping)

(groans)
Lori Beth.

She-she set a countdown clock
for our date tonight.

Yeah. No, literally,

(phone chirping)
I’m-I’m getting hourly alerts.

She always been like this?

I don’t know.
I was 12.

She was cute.
Who remembers?

She does.
(text alert sounds)

Doomsday clock again?

(laughs)
So now she’s
texting me outfits

to see which one she should
wear tonight.
No...

And she’s cc’ing my mother.
Fantastic.

(makes buzzer sound)
Date’s off, dude.

I can’t cancel.

My mom would kill me.

Mama’s boy!

Kiddos, how goes it
in the sandbox?

You done drafting those
blueprints yet?

Almost done.
Very, very soon.

We’re on it, sir.
No worries.

Huh.

Dude,

put the Green Bridge stuff
away before he sees it.

I got it, I got it.

Hang on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What’s the white?
Oh, yeah, you like that?

So I added
this solar paint here.

Help the bridge generate power.

It’s brilliant.
Right?

No, I mean it.

But you heard the man, we have
to focus on drafting now, okay?

If he finds out about the
competition, you’re toast.

You can’t just
go around designing

and submitting material
while you work for him.

I know, I know.
I just...

I need something to
keep my brain alive.

(door closes,
footsteps approaching)

Buongiorno, Mario.

NATALIE:
Mario.

Buongiorno.

Limoncello?

Yeah, for tiramisu.

But no, no is possible.

Yes, possible.

No, no,

no, this my kitchen, okay?

This my kitchen.

Our kitchen,
no problem,

però limoncello,
no go in the tiramisu.

It’s an authentic family recipe

from my grandmother
with a twist.

Yeah, but your grandmother,
she was Greek, no?

What’s the difference?
She was Greek! You are changing
an Italian recipe!

Not just this recipe.
All the recipes!

It’s time, Mario.
Ma bene, ma bene.

Come. Come taste with me.
Together, my dear,

we make magic, okay?

Okay. Five minutes.

Five minutes.

What?

He’s Italian-- he acts
like this with all women.

Yeah, well, he doesn’t
want to cook with me.

Which is too bad
’cause I’d totally
heat things up with him.

(chuckles)

All right, I’m gonna go see

if there are any clienti.

Oh!
Oh!
I’m okay.

(speaks Italian)

Coming.

LORI BETH:
Excuse me.

It should be good.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oop.

Ta-da!

(laughs)

What do you think?

The outfit. Yes, yeah,

I think that’s the best one.

You think?
Yeah, definitely.

I don’t look 12 anymore?

Do I?
(both laugh)

It’s good
to see you.
Great to see you.

This is us.
Oh!

(Italian opera music playing)

(traffic sounds)

What’s this?

Lagri... what?

WOMAN 1:
Some kind of pasta?

WOMAN 2:
Lagri... folio.

Some kind of wine.

Uh, l’agrifoglio...

it means, um,
"holly" in Italian.

It was the name of

my grandmother’s restaurant
in Italy.

The-the place was-was
covered with holly.

It was just like this.

So this is authentic Italian?

With a twist.

And tonight
we have tiramisu,

on the house.

I’m in.

Come on, Gloria.
Okay...

Great!
Oh, uh...

So what’s the twist?

Tonight it’s two new customers.

Oh. Well, then, I’d
better get in there.

(applause, cheering)

(Lori Beth sighs)

That was hysterical.

Didn’t you think
he was funny?

Yeah, he was...
he was...
(giggles)

...he was
pretty funny.

(sighs happily)

So... what’s
next, huh?

Are we going to
relive that time

we skipped study hall
and we hid in the
library stacks?

(giggles)
(forced laugh)

’Cause if so,
that is adorable.

Here we go.

Your mother...
she thought

that story was
a crack up.
Yeah?

Oh, and the one where
my older brother Luke

got his driver’s
license

and he took us
to that drive-in?

Do you remember
that R-rated movie?
Yeah.

So you-you...

you-you-you told those
stories to my mom, huh?

Yeah, today.

When she helped me
pick out my outfit.

(sighs heavily)

Look, I think
I’m just a little...

I’m really
overloaded at work.

And... I’m probably
gonna go home and

hit the sack.

Mm.

Mm.

Hmm...

(Italian opera music playing,
indistinct conversations)

Tips.

Like, actual tips.

Uh, tiramisu.
Thank you.

On the house.

Enjoy.
Great.
Thanks.

Ooh!

Whoa!
Oh...

You okay?

Yeah.

Uh, Damieno,
the floor is wet.

It needs to be dry.
Secco.

My... my hero.

(speaking Italian)

I am your hero, no?

Yeah. Can you, um...

Yes. Yes, let’s
get back to work.
Okay.

Oh, and remember
when you found out

I had written
"Mrs. Lori Beth Smith"

all over my
notebook?

(laughs)

I was so
mortified.

Uh, this is me.

This... okay.
Oh.

Uh, Lori Beth,

I, uh, really
appreciate

you coming
out with me.

Sure made
my mom happy.

(laughs)

That’s not why
I’m here, Nick.

I thought maybe

there’d be something
between us.

I always wondered
about you.

But we’re back
together now.

I even updated
my online status to

"In a relationship
with Nick Smith."

W... maybe you
should delete that.

Are you breaking up
with me?

Well, it’s-it’s not
breaking up with someone

if you were never together.

Look, I’ve just
come through

something really intense
with someone and...

(sobs)

That was great, Nat.

Thanks, Sharla.
Good night.

Buonasera, Mario.

Ciao.

Thanks,
Natalie.
Good night,
Damien.

Have a good night.
You, too.

(speaks Italian)

Natalia...
Mm-hmm?

The... the limoncello
in the tiramisu.

Eh, not the
original recipe,

però it’s not too bad.

That’s, uh...
that big of you to admit, Mario.

Eh, I am big.

A big heart.

So, um...

you like me?

As a chef?

Yeah.

Yes.

Your pasta’s
incredible and...
Mm.

the mains we’ll just
keep tweaking, but, um...

Hey...
keeping tweaking!

(both laugh)

Okay, Natalia,
you teach me how to cook, eh?

No...
No, no.

Natalia teach Mario,
it’s okay.
No, it...

It was a... it was a good
night, Mario, so, um...

let’s get some sleep.

Catch some sleep.

You will catch
some sleep

you know,
get... you...

I mean, you go home
and I’ll...

Um, I’ll go here, so...
let’s get some sleep.

Yeah.

Okay.

Um...

Mm-hmm?

Natalia, um...

you know your mama
and my mama,

they were friends
at school.

And, uh, my mama

wanted to tell you
she’s very sorry

your beautiful mama...

your beautiful
mama.

Grazie.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(distant traffic sounds)

(sighs)

NARRATOR:
Soon the trees were overtaken

by the savanna as giraffes waged
a war against the forest

to claim the land
we now call Africa.

The tallest animals
devoured the highest branches,

while elephants used
their tremendous strength

to uproot the trees
for nourishment.

Whoa, hey!

Careful!
It’s okay.

I can fly.

Don’t do that.
Please.

I just got here.

I want to feel alive.

Really alive.

Don’t you?

Just...

want to take risks.

Isn’t it about time?

Look, it’s so beautiful
out there.

Ooh...

look at that,
look at that, right there.

Do you see that?

What? I don’t
see anything.

Yeah, exactly.

That’s the, that’s the spot,
right there,

that I’m hoping
my bridge will go.

Right there.

What bridge?

I sent in a design

to a city
competition.

Wow.

You design
bridges?

(laughs)

Well, I mean,
mostly I draft...

but, uh...

yeah, this one’s mine.
And I-I think

it’s a good one.
Oh!

Oh, I see it!

Good, there it is.
Yeah, I can see it.

They built it already?

How is that even possible?
It’s marvelous.

You’re talented.

That’s how.

That must
be amazing.

To... create
something

and... have it
made real.

(laughs)

It’s not so scary up here.

No.

My mom used to say...

(sighs)

"...Spread your
wings, Natalie."

Mm...

You smell like
something good.

(laughs)

Amaretti.

I was baking today.

What’s-what’s amaretti?

Uh, cookies.

For the
restaurant.

Let me show
you something.

It soars,

releases itself,

free from the confines
of its wrapping...

You get to taste the magic.

Wow.

(laughs)

(laughing):
Oh.

What, and you say that
you don’t create anything?

Me? Create?

I just... I cook.

Well...

to me...

that tastes like a creation.

You know, you may be right.

(gasps)

(sighs)

The interpretation of dreams?

You dream of me?

Uh... dreams reveal
our innermost secrets.

Mm, and desires, bella.

Yeah. I gotta
get to work.

Here. Old family
recipes from Umbria...

with a twist.

She called me
in tears.

All right,
so I’m a jerk.

Yeah, you and
several others.

She’s had three
broken engagements

in the last
several years.

Three?

Two, three...

It just means she’s
ready for commitment,
Oh.

but she hasn’t found
the right person.

You ever dreamt
about someone that...

you’ve never met before?

You mean like the one where
I dream about Jack Nicholson?

A young, virile
Jack Nicholson?

I love...
No, Mom.
Okay, forget I...

(laughing):
forget I even mentioned it.

Have you found yourself
a dream girl, sweetheart?

I... it’s... this is
gonna sound ridiculous,

but I keep having

these dreams
about this beautiful girl.

I mean, and she is so real.

More-more real than anyone
I’ve ever met.

It’s strange.

Oh, but it’s wonderful.

If you’re dreaming
about a special girl,

your brain is prepping you

to fall in love for real.

This is very promising.
(laughs)

My work as a mother
is done for the day.

Good to know.

NATALIE:
Ah, Mario,
another excellent night.

Thank you.
Buonanotte.

Ciao.
Yeah.

Buonanotte, Mario.

DAMIEN:
Thanks, guys. Good night.
Bye.

See you.
Bye.

Okay, not even a wink

or a peck for poor Mario?

Are you having
that dream again

with Justin Timberlake,
but better?

Two nights in a row.

(laughing):
Oh, boy.

I know, but he’s exactly
who I’d be with

in real life if I could.

Yeah, why can’t I have
dreams like that?

I’m with him and I have
these feelings

like I’ve always known him.

And he knows me.

And I’m in this total state

of fantasy.

(both laugh)

I know, I’m probably...

definitely going crazy.

But I can’t wait to
go to sleep tonight

so I can maybe see him.

Am I losing it?

Yeah, maybe.
I mean,

what do you, what do you do
if you feel like

you’ve found "the guy"?

Only he’s a figment
of your imagination,

and there isn’t any chance
you’ll ever meet him

because you made him up?

And... and then what if,

when you’re dreaming,

your life is so much better

and you never felt more awake?

Well, I’m thinking that you...

should get some sleep.

♪ ♪

(plastic lid rattles)

(water running)

(claps hands)

(laughs softly)

Oh, this is crazy.

(opens and closes drawer)

Okay.

(quiet laugh)

(exhales heavily)

♪ ♪

(shoes crunching in the snow)

Is this gonna keep happening
night after night?

I was hoping to see you here.

(gasps): Oh! Plums.

They’re my favorite.

Oh, this one?

This one’s unreal.
You got to taste it.

Okay, careful.

I’ll be careful.

Mmm!
Mmm.

(gasps)

Wow, it’s lovely.

You like snowball
fights?

You’ll lose.

I doubt it!

(laughs)
Oh, no!

Wait, you can’t...
That’s not fair.

NATALIE (laughing):
Oh, I beat you.

You let me win, didn’t you?

I used to picnic
in a place like this

when I was little.

It come with
mood lighting?

Wow.

Plums and

plates of food.

Yeah, all good,

except for that broccoli.

Oh, you’ve never had it
the way I make it.

I own an Italian restaurant,
you know.

Oh, is that right?

Mm-hmm.

(quiet laugh)

Well, what are we doing here?

Oh, I suppose

I could take you there.

Make you something special,
some special broccoli.

(laughs)

(quiet laugh)

If you’d like.

Yeah, I would.

I’d like that.

Okay.

This way.

When she got sick, I’d cook
and bring meals to the hospital.

But, um, she was so frail
she couldn’t eat.

All those-those years of food

just being this
thing we shared.

Now, since she’s
died, it’s...

Whenever you think of her,

your restaurant
reminds you of her.

(clears throat)

I... It’s got to be hard.

You know, all day,
every day

being reminded of someone you
love who can’t really be there.

I think... you need to just
put your stamp on the place.

You know what I mean?
Like, really make it your own.

How long have
we been walking?

I think it’s
somewhere close.

All night?

I don’t mind.

You are gonna be
a big designer one day.

I can tell.

You think?
Mm-hmm.

I don’t know.

Deep down, do
you think it’s

normal to doubt yourself?

(laughs)
I think it’s abnormal not to.

But you’re gonna win
that award

and then you’ll see.

Oh, I thi...

I think we took
a wrong turn somewhere.

I think we should be over there.

(both laugh)

Whoops.

Well, that’s okay.

I don’t mine.
I’ve had a great time.

Me, too.

Tomorrow night, maybe?

Definitely.

I think I’m starting to...

I know.

Me, too.

(clicks tongue)

Tomorrow.

Yeah.

(birds chirping)

(guitar plays gentle melody)

♪ ♪

(music continues over stereo)

(both speak Italian)

You must try.

Squid ink pasta.

Okay.

Mmm, mmm.

With a twist.

Huh?
Delizioso!

(speaks Italian)

Okay, this is
definitely not opera.

What do you think?

Well, it’s about time.

But this...

(both laugh)

This I hardly believe.

Kind of hard
to say L’Agrofoglio.

Russo’s Italiano.

(gasps)
And you can say it.

Oh, and so can
the customers.

That’s a coup in itself.
Yeah.

I had this dream and
I woke up thinking,

without forgetting
the place’s history,

that I need to make
it my own, you know?

Did dream guy suggest this?

No.
(laughs)

No, no, it was just,
it was just me.

Oh... well,

of course it was you.

You can’t rely on men.

They’re unreliable.

Even in fantasy.

(door opens)

(phone ringing)

What are you...? What?
Care to share?

What?
Okay, daydream believer.

Snap out of it.
If you don’t focus,

we’re gonna have
to pull an all-nighter.

No, no all-nighters.

I got plans.
Well, me, too.

I know I don’t have
much of a life

outside this
sweatshop, but...

(cell phone chiming)

Say what?!

It’s Jessa,
the heartbreaker.

Hey, Jessa, it’s Joe.

Yeah, no, actually I am.

I’m screening
all of Nick’s calls

these days. Uh, well,

right now Nick is
in with the boss.

That’s good. (mouthing)
Yeah, he’s on the rise.

Anyway, want me
to tell him you called?

Okay.

Well, bye.

She’s back!

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

Yes!
No, watch.

The goddess Jessa.

Done.

No!

(hisses)
Oh!

Don’t!
Gone.

No.
Gone.

Please, not that one.

Maybe we’ll hold on to that one.

Yeah.
(laughs)

(sighs)

(cell phone chiming)

(chiming continues)

(sighs)

(chiming continues)

(elevator bell dings)

(panting)

WOMAN:
Nick? Come in!

Jessa?

What is it?

A mouse.

(panting)
A what?

(scoffs)
That’s why

you called me after midnight
telling me this is an emergency?

It’s a really big mouse.

No, no, it’s over there.
It’s under the sink.

I didn’t know who else to call.

Why don’t you call
Bob or Biff,

whatever his name was?

Biff.

(sighs)

That’s a really big mouse.

(shutter clicks)
Actually,

I think that might be a rat.

(Jessa yelps)

(panting)

Don’t leave me.

NATALIE:
Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

I made a mistake.

I made a terrible mistake.

♪ ♪

(birds singing)

You’re seeing
that Jessa again.

Did you put a GPS chip
in my neck

so you track me 24/7?

I don’t need a chip.

I have a mother’s radar.

You know, when I said
you should date again,

I didn’t mean the one
who cheated on you

and you broke your
heart into pieces.

Well, I’m a big boy.

I got over it.
So should you.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Sure.
NICK: Seriously,
how do you know I saw her?

I saw online.

She posted a
picture of a rat

and her hero
ex-boyfriend, Nick.

Great, so now my mother’s
having online friendships

with my ex-girlfriends.

(cup clatters)
Yeah, I accepted
her friendship

back when I thought
she was human.

NICK:
Well, then they should keep
your generation

off the Internet.

You just look like
you haven’t slept a wink.

Thanks, Sharla. I did,

long enough to realize I
don’t want to live in a dream.

I just want to feel connected
to my life again, you know?

Like the way I used to.

Hmm.
The restaurant’s
my place now.

I’ve got to put
my own stamp on it.

I can’t keep it
alive for my mom.

I’ve got to do
it for myself.

There she is.
(chuckles)

We did twice the sales
last night

as we’ve done the entire week.

I’m gonna keep tweaking recipes,

you know, putting
my own stamp on it,

bringing it to
the 21st century,

and then, maybe go on
a date with a real guy.

Well, my cousin Ellis
is still waiting.

(laughs)

Oh, hey, Mr. Taylor,
I’m Nick Smith.

I’m, uh, I’m on
your project.

I’m with Beekman here.

Hey, I just wanted to,
uh, to introduce myself,

uh, and let you know

that my-my partner, Joe,
and I here at the firm,

we have been cooking up
some really innovative ideas

that I think could really save
this city some money.

It could raise
the environmental profile a bit,

maybe get you a little
tax break from the Feds.
Really?

Yeah, I mean, to be specific,

I think we could, uh,
we could implement

rainwater collection,

uh, gray water treatment
and recycling

without much added cost.

Interesting.

I’ll look forward to
hearing more about it.

Nick. Nick Smith.

George Taylor.

Great to meet you.
Same here.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Gosh, it looks so much
better without that, right?

Oh, Mario.

Um,

I was thinking we should
feature the risotto tonight.

Va bene.
Okay.

Also, after work,
I was wondering if...

I’m not very good at this.

Do you want to go out with me?

Va bene.

Okay.

♪ ♪

How long did you talk to him?

20 minutes.

Easily 20 minutes.

You’re going to experience
the old Beekman touch,

my friend, but
not in a good way.

B-But what’s the point,

I mean, if we’re not
putting ourselves out there?

Unless you like
working here?

So you don’t think we should
have a voice in what we do?

What has gotten into you?

(phone chiming)

(chuckles)

Hey, Jessa.

It’s Joe.

How are you?

What, you want...

Hey.
I just want...

Tonight?

KAREN:
Mom, if he wants
to go back to Jessa,

it’s his business.

He needs to date
someone serious,

get married, have kids,

be happy.

Mom says marriage
doesn’t make you happy.

Okay, that was a message
of empowerment

for my girls.

Taken out of context,

it probably sounds...

Maybe Nick
avoids intimacy because,

well, look at you and Dad
and your perfect marriage.

Can you blame him if he doesn’t
think he’ll ever have that?
Please.

(scoffs)
I hate broccoli.

Sarah, no.

Sorry.
Oh, uh, oh,

you weren’t supposed
to get the princess plate.

That is for Princess...

Tatiana of Morania.

She’s here in town,
and she always comes here

for our secret broccoli recipe.

She says it makes her hair
long and thick.

So I’ll just take that.
I’m keeping it.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me?
Mm-hmm.

Are you in a relationship?

Because I think you

and my son...
Mom!

Sorry.

No, that’s okay.

What?

She is a darling.

Seriously.

JOE:
Wait one second.

Are you saying you
turned her down?

The goddess, Jessa,
who invades my dreams

in a chaste way?

I-I-I told her I needed
to get some sleep tonight.

I wish I had your problems.

Smith,

my office.

Now.

I am just really surprised
you decided

to discuss my project
with the client.

You’re here to draft.

If you’ve got a
problem with that,

maybe you should
just find another job

that suits you better.

Yes, sir.

I hear you.

Oh, and, uh, by the way,

I sincerely hope that your work
on the Green Bridge Award

is on your own time.

Yeah, it’s kind
of embarrassing

to have a colleague
on the finalist jury

contact me about
your contributions to my firm.

I’m... I’m sorry.

I guess I should’ve

let you know
that I entered.

Yeah.

(upbeat dance music playing)

(loud dance music playing)
Got you a drink.

Oh.

Is this...
is this limoncello?

It tastes much better
when it’s in a dessert.

The drink.

You like to dance?

Uh, not really.
Come on.

Alone I do, by myself.

♪ ♪

Okay.
Yeah.

I’m, I’m horrible
at dancing.

You’re a very good dancer.

Oh.
All right.

What’s this...?
What are...?

(sighs)

(sighs)

(crystals tinkling)

Natalie?

Natalie!

(gasps)

(grunts)

(distant siren wailing)

♪ ♪

Whoa.

Whoa. Whoa.

(laughs)

(laughing)

(laughs)

(laughs)
You do, like, the kicks

and the-the jazz hands?

I’ve got a couple moves.

You sing?
I-I try.

I try.
Well, you definitely,
definitely try.

(laughter)
You are a good dancer.

No.

Buonanotta, signorina.

Okay.

Natalia?

Not too bad, huh?

No, not too bad.

Sì.

Maybe our mama’s,
they were right.

What do you mean?

The last time your mama
come to Italia,

the mamas they speak.

I hear them say,
"Mario and Natalia,

they are," um, ay...

come si dice...

ah, "they are meant
for each other."

They said that?

(speaks Italian)

Night.

(door closes)

How long have you
been dreaming

about this
imaginary person?

Uh... three nights.

And then I missed one.

And last night...
she didn’t show up.

So...

I don’t know,
you know?

(coughs)

Well, I made her up, then
I made her disappear?

(clears throat)

I couldn’t wait
to fall asleep...

so I could see her, you know?

You know, just being with her
was the most incredible feeling.

Nothing could touch me,
you know?

I-I could do anything.

(clears throat)

You’re being really calm
about this right now.

It worries me because I thought
you’d be freaking out.

Me? No!
Yeah.

Dude,

stuff you can’t explain
happens every day.

Yeah.

Yeah, but you know,

you also don’t want to be living
in dreamland.

Well, for what it’s worth,
here in the real world,

they might be handing you
an award this weekend.

Not even so sure that’s
gonna be happening.

♪ ♪

We’re at 60% tonight.

Well, with all the changes
that you’ve made,

they’re really paying off.

And you can hardly
recognize the place.

You should call that
TV restaurant critic

and announce
an opening night.

Yeah, that’s
not a bad idea.

Maybe once
the menu’s set.

Are you okay?
Any good dreams lately?

(both chuckle)

I hardly slept
last night.

I went out with Mario.
We went dancing.

(laughs)
If you can imagine
me dancing.

Well, you know how

they say you work things
out in your dreams?

Mm-hmm.

Maybe dream guy
was your way

(door opens)
of showing yourself
that you could move on.

And you did.

(door closes, people talking)
Good for you.

Oh.

Hello! Welcome
to Russo’s.
Hi.

Just three?
Right this way.

Go on. Hi.
Hi.
Hi.

(knocking on door)

Hey.
Hi.

I thought you said

that we were, uh, we were
going to eat in tonight?

Well, you know
I don’t cook.

So we’re going out.

Yeah, but I just had
a really rough day.

I’m tired.
Oh...

It is 7:00 p.m., so...

it’s, like, way past
your bedtime.

(both chuckle)

Mm...

Okay, fine, pick a place.
We’ll go out.
(laughs)

Oh, thank you.

(pop rock music playing)

Have you been
here before?

It’s new.

Six new people
just walked in.

We’re almost at 100%.
What do I do?

Uh, I’ll help.
Just give me a few minutes.

(bell dings)
Pick it up!

I can cook.
I can cook!

Um, okay, thanks, Damien.

Hi. Welcome
to Russo’s Italiano.

Thank you. Uh, for two.

Do you have anything?

The last table.
Right this way.

Thank you.
You’re welcome.

Can I get you started
with a drink?

(sighs)
Yes.

Um...
Thanks.

I’ll have the pinot.

Wonderful choice.

The same for me. Thank you.

Okay.

Actually, do you think,
do you think we should order?

Yeah.
We should probably order.

You guys seem really busy.

Um... why don’t you
order for me?

The pressure’s on.
(laughs)

Mm, mm-mm.

Oh, so she will do
the anatra.

Okay.

And I will do... the lamb.

Perfect.

Thank you.

You know, actually,
if you could just add

a side of broccoli to that.

Yes.

Thanks.

You hate broccoli.

Maybe I’m a changed man.

♪ ♪

Nick...

Nick, come on. Please?

To starting over.

Yes. To starting over.

Cheers.

(clears throat)

So I’m thinking
of leaving Beekman.

You’re thinking about
leaving Beekman?

Yeah. It’d mean
being out on my own.

Um, or with Joe,
if he’s on board with that.

You’re really serious
about this.

It just doesn’t seem like

the time to be taking risks.

Why not?

Oh, and I didn’t,
geez, I didn’t even tell you.

Um, so I’m a finalist in
the city bridge competition.

Really?
Yeah.

Oh, my goodness,
congratulations.

So is there a big cash
prize or...?

No. It’s-it’s more about
the prestige.

So there’s no money?

No, but if I win,

people will...

they’ll definitely take notice
and maybe I could...

Maybe you should wait
to see if you win,

and then we can talk
about you leaving Beekman.

Yeah.

Um...
Yeah.

I didn’t mean it like that.

Just give me a second.

♪ ♪

(silverware clinking)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(exhales heavily)

♪ ♪

Oh!

Oh! Oh, uh,

Damien, just...
just clean it up!

Hey, Sharla, what table does
the anatra and the lamb

with-with broccoli go to?

Uh, table nine.

Ah! Hot! Hot!

(bell dings)
Pick it up!

♪ ♪

Okay, you had the anatra.
Thank you.

And would you like some pepper?
Um,

none for me, but
my boyfriend will like some.
Okay.

Just tell me when.

JESSA:
He likes a
lot of pepper.

(laughs) Thank you.
NATALIE: Mm-hmm.

Oh! Sorry.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
I am so sorry.

Are you all right?

Sorry.

That’s okay.

(clears throat)

♪ ♪

This looks really good.

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

(music fades)

Nick?

(speaks Italian)

Nick?

Natalia.

(music resumes playing)

Nick, what is it?

Yeah, um...

I was just... I was looking
for the, uh... the pepper.

Honestly,

you and your pepper.

(Natalie humming)

Hey, what’s up?

Who was sitting here?

Um... the lamb
and broccoli guy.

Broccoli?

Yeah, you saw him, didn’t you?

And the girl
that he was with?

Uh-huh.

Are you looking for him?

The man of your dreams?

Oh, wait a minute, I...

you’re the woman
who sells flowers?

What are you doing here?

I visit the fountain
some nights when I can’t sleep.

You see, I saw my true love
in my dreams.

For seven nights
in a row.

That’s how the legend works.

What legend?

Hayward Fountain.

The legend says
you toss a coin,

and for seven nights...

you dream of your true love.

And if, in the end,
you really love him,

the spirit of the stones
will make him real.

That’s...

that’s pure fantasy.

Did it happen for you?

Take my advice:

find yourself a real, live guy

and save yourself the heartache.

(crickets chirping)

(sighs)

NARRATOR:
Within a short period of time,

the beaver has found water,
created ponds

and found peace in the dangerous
and harsh ecosystem.

(carousel music playing)

NICK:
Hello?

Hello.

I didn’t think
I’d ever see you again.

Here I am.

Must be fate.

Really? Do you
believe in fate?

I keep finding
you, don’t I?

Yeah. And it does feel

right when
I’m with you.

Right?
Mm-hmm.

It feels like...

like whatever
I put my mind to,

I can do it.

I could, I could win
the Green Bridge Award.

Or like I could...

lift myself up and

restore my family’s restaurant.

Right.

So what more could I ask for?

Something real.

But-but in a way,
this is real.

It’s just...
it’s not real.

(sighs)

Here I go again.

Another night,

we’re just going
around and around and around.

I’m tired of this.

It’s unrealistic.

The more I...

the more I see you,
the harder this gets.

Yeah, but you just said
that it feels so good.

Yes, I did.

But it’s just an illusion, okay?

Even if this...

this legend is real,
it’s... it...

we only have
one more night.

What legend?

Seven nights,
seven chances to...

dream about you.

And then it’s over.

Okay, but it’s not
over. Not yet.

Hoping won’t make it happen.

Stop. Every time
we touch, I wake up.

Exactly.

You are everything
I ever dreamed of,

but you don’t exist.

So why am I going through this?
I have to move on. I...

S-Stop.
No, I have to move on.

Don’t look for me tomorrow
night. I won’t be there, okay?

I won’t sleep.
Okay, wait, wait.
What if you’re wrong?

What if we can find each other?

You’re not real.

Natalie?

(phone chimes)
Jessa?

No. Just a reminder
for the awards ceremony

Saturday evening.

(deep breath)

This is it, man,
this is our chance.

And, you know what,
even... e-even if not,

there’s always
a future out there

that does not have to
include Lance Beekman.
(short chuckle)

’Cause I’m-I’m done
doing grunt work.

In fact...

if I were to leave the firm--

hang my own shingle--

would you go with me?

Shh.

(conversing
indistinctly)

Are you...

You have any idea
what that takes?

To rustle up clients, to get
a space, hire employees,

pay the...
pay the bills?
I know, I know.

And it’s gonna be rough,
but i-if I win this thing,

it’s gonna generate
a lot of interest.
You’re counting on that, Nick?

Geez.
Joe, we are getting
crushed here.

The level of competition for
that award is ridiculous.

So you don’t think
that I can win?

No, I didn’t say that. No.

BEEKMAN:
I need those papers
in my office.

Okay, let me ask you this:

Are you okay here?

No, are you... are you okay
giving everything that you have

just to perfect
the old Beekman touch?

"Yablonski, Smith
and Associates"?
No, no.

"Smith, Yablonksi,"
and you’re in.

Yeah.

Hey, Damien?
Yeah?

I hired a new busboy,
so I’m promoting you

to sous chef tonight.
You are?

Yeah.
Oh, you listen to what
I say, huh? Mi capisci?

Um, and, uh, we’re also
fully committed throughout

the weekend.
So I just wanted to say

how grateful I am.
(speaks Italian)

(kisses) Is very good.
(giggles)

Grandpa, can we
have a cookie?
Can we have a cookie?

(laughs)
A cookie?

Sure, sure you can have
a cookie. Let’s find ’em.

Where are they? Oh, cookies.
Hey, hey, hey, don’t. Uh-uh.

No?
Hey, hey, hey.

Uncle Nick.
Uncle Nick.

(grunts)
Oh, there they are.

(playful growl)

NICK:
Good to see you.

Jessa.

Uh, it’s good
to see you.

(laughs)
Mr. Smith.

That’s Mike,
remember?

Remember these two?

Hannah and Sarah, oh, my
goodness, you guys are so tall.

We’re eating
broccoli now.
Wow.

Happy anniversary,
Charlotte.

Mrs. Smith.

Thank you, Jessa.

Remember to keep
the floor dry.

Secco. You got that?
Okay, let’s go.

Hey. So we’re good
for tonight?

Sì, sì, I know-- classic
Italiano, with a twist.

(laughs): Okay.

Twist, twist, I give you
more twist than a pretzel, huh?

(soft laugh)

Um... don’t be mad at me.

Uh, that doesn’t
sound good.

Well, it could be.

Okay. Put me out
of my misery.

I called the TV station

and invited that food critic
to eat here.

Rodney Sims?
Yeah, we’re ready, Nat.

And if he hates us, he...
he’ll dig us in a hole

so deep we won’t be able
to climb out. Sharla.
Yeah, w...

He-he won’t.
Because... he can’t.

This is your big dream, Nat.

And things are
going so good for you.

The restaurant
and... Mario.

I raise my glass
to my bride.

Aw.

Charlotte,
my darling darling,

you are as lovely today
as you were

the first day I ever met you.

(clucks tongue)
40 years of bliss.
(laughing)

I was a child bride.
Of course you were.

(laughs)
Grandpa’s kissing
grandma again.

Oh, that happens.
That’s okay. I was
scarred for life

long ago by
that sight.

Cool it, Casanova, the
young’uns are watching.
HANNAH: Stop.

Quit it.
No, you quit it.
Girls.

Sarah...
Girls.

All right, you...
and you, outside, let’s go.

Just pay no
attention.
Well, now you did it.

You’re clearing out the room.
Those are
my good kids.

You know what keeps me going,
Nick? At my age?

What’s that?

Heart.

Without the heart
there can be no passion.

(door opens)
No passion? No life.

(door closes)
I count my blessings
that Charlotte

is my passion, my heart,
and my life.

May it be the same
for all of you.

It’s about that time.

Happy anniversary.

Thanks, sweetheart.
Happy anniversary.

KAREN: Happy anniversary.
JESSA: Happy anniversary.

CHARLOTTE:
Happy anniversary.

Thanks, honey.

You got it.

Can I interfere?

(laughs)

Well, Mom, you’re
always interfering.

We know this about you.

Your sister says that
you avoid committing

to someone because you think you
can never have the relationship

that your father and I have.

(sighs) Mom,
what you and Dad have

is amazing. Yeah, of course
I’d love to have that someday,

but I just haven’t
been lucky.

Then you wait.

You don’t settle for less.

You’ve dreamt of the girl,

now all you have to do
is go out and find her.

Y-You can’t find a fantasy.
That’s not what I mean.

Don’t be so literal.

Oh, I don’t know.

There’s always
the old Hayward legend.

Maybe you can dream
yourself up a hottie.

(scoffs)
(laughs) I’m sorry, what?

Don’t listen to your father,
he thinks he’s funny.

No, no, no. You know, the legend
of the Hayward Fountain.

Where people throw coins
into the fountain

and then for seven nights
they dream of their true love.

Isn’t that the
way it goes?

If you can dream it,
you can have it.

Take a leap of faith.

Thank you.

But I’m not chasing
after a dream.

So the food critic,
Rodney Sims,

I suppose he just shows up to
the restaurant without warning.

(sighs)
So I have heard.

Ciao, bella.

Ciao.

So, uh, did dream boy
show up again last night?

No.

I’m not dreaming of
the impossible anymore.

(distant siren wailing)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(indistinct conversations)

(sighs)

NICK:
Mr. Beekman,
this isn’t working.

Kid, you’ve got talent,
but there’s a little something

called dues that you got to pay.

I’ve been here
for three years.

You know how long it took me
to get my big break?

No, sir, I don’t. But
you know what I do know?

It is time for me to get my
name and my designs out there.

I’m sorry
to disappoint you, kiddo,

but that’s not going
to happen here.

I know.

♪ ♪

She’d be really proud
of what you’ve done.

Yeah. I think she would.

Mm.

I stayed up all last night
so I wouldn’t dream.

Why?

We had seven nights.

Seven nights to dream,
and now it’s over.

It’s totally over.

They’re already lining up.

Okay.

(sighs)

Nick? You didn’t
get my text?

You were supposed to
meet me for breakfast.

I waited!

Uh, what’s going on here?

I quit. Yeah.

Expression on Beekman’s
face when I told him?

Priceless.

Oh. Wow. Uh, you-you quit?

I thought you were going
to wait for this award thingy.

Why are you not
happy for me?

Hey, I quit because
I wanted to,

because I-I needed to make
a big change in my life.

But what if you don’t win?

And you said there’s no money.

Yeah, but this isn’t
about the money.

I can’t believe
you quit your job!

Okay, don’t-don’t... don’t
do that, okay? Not now.

I just want what’s best for you.

I want what’s best for us.

(uptempo pop rock music playing)

I am so sorry, sir.

Your table will be ready in just
a few minutes, I promise.

Jaime, I need relief.
Can you just please hurry up?

Okay, okay, okay.
So sorry.

Again, I am so sorry.

(dishes clattering)

Natalie, you’re
needed up front!

Oh, I’m there! I’m there!

Uh, Mario, where’s the
gnocchi for table four?

(speaking Italian)

Grazie.
(bell dings)

Pick it up, huh?

I just dropped pasta.

Not my most pretty plate.
Excuse me.

(Mario speaking Italian)
Almost lost that.

(indistinct,
overlapping crowd chatter)

There you go.
Good. Thank you.

Jessa... back and
better than ever.

What are you doing
with him again?

This time
it’s for keeps.

Well, in that case,
do you have a twin?

They only made
one of me.

I so agree.
(chuckles)

What?

(chuckles softly)
(quietly): Nothing.

What?

Nothing.

(overlapping chatter)

Is this okay?

Yes, fine. Thank you.

Uh, tonight, we are featuring
a wonderful mushroom risotto.

Well, I’m looking
forward to the "wonderful."

I’ll have it.

Oh. Uh, okay, great.

I’ll get it
started for you.

Uh, Mario, I need
some extra risotto.

(speaking Italian)

Nat? Nat... Oh!

Oh!
MARIO: Sharla!

Oh, my gosh, Sharla.
Oh.

Sharla.
Are you okay?

Oh, my...
Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I’m...

(speaks Italian)
I’m good.
I’m-I’m good.

(speaking Italian)

You okay?
I’m-I’m good.

Uh, oh. Oh.

Oh, uh, oh, no, no.

Nat, I-I...
No, no, no, no.

Sharla, it’s-it’s
perfect. I...

I’ve been trying to
find that... feeling,

and I didn’t want to hurt
your feelings, Mario.

No, eh...

Natalia...
(speaking Italian)

What’s he saying?

A spark. We-we don’t
have any spark.

No spark, uh, but, uh,
Natalia, you are

still a very
close friend, huh?

Yeah, of course.

I’ve got to go
do something.

Wait. No. Nat,
Rodney Sims-- he’s here!

He is?

He is?
Yes.

How’d I miss that?

I don’t know, I still got to
go. You can take care of it.

No, you can’t go.
You have to be here.

Well, if I don’t try
and find him, I...

I could regret this
for the rest of my life.

I need to go find him.

Sharla...

(speaking Italian)

Oh.

Sharla...
(speaking Italian)

You need to just hold...
hold that thought.

Okay? Everybody,

just, all hands are on deck.

Okay? We are doing
this with heart,

and we are doing this
for Natalie. Capisce?

Capisce.

Okay.

(speaking Italian)

Oh, clean the
floor, eh?

(speaking Italian)

(laughing)

(microphone feedback)

Nick, this is it.

You better win
this thing.

(indistinct, overlapping chatter
and laughter)

Sorry, I can’t...
I can’t do this.

I thought things would be
different this time. I’m sorry.

What?!

I-I got to find her.

Nick!

Nick?

(panting)

Italian.

Italian.

Italian. Italian.

(panting)

(overlapping chatter)

Hey, excuse me.
The, um, the--

sorry-- the owner here,
is her name Natalie?

No.

WOMAN:
And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the Green Bridge Award.

(overlapping chatter)

Excuse me. Is this
Natalie’s place?

Is she the owner here?

No.

WOMAN: ...for the most
environmentally-responsible
Excuse me.

and aesthetically
innovative bridge,

this year’s recipient is...
Nick Smith!

Nick!

(applause and cheering)
Nick!

Yes!

Thank you.

Uh...

I’m-I’m not Nick Smith.

I’m not nearly
as talented as he is.

But I... I am his friend
and partner

in our new firm, Smith,
Yablonski and Associates,

and I am... ecstatic to be able

to accept this incredible award
on his behalf.

Thank you so much.

Mushroom risotto, sir.

Is there anything else
that I can get for you?

Uh, no, thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Um, sir, um, is there something,

uh, is it, is it too...?

It’s too...

...perfect.

Wonderful.

(bell dings)
MARIO: Pick it up!

Hey, excuse me?

Yeah, yes?
Is this... Natalie,

is she the owner?
Yes.

She is? This is
Natalie’s place?

Yes, I’m-I’m sorry,
I’m Sharla, but you are...?

She-she doesn’t know me.
I mean, she-she knows me,

but where-where is she?

I-I don’t know.

She-she just left.

(sighs)

Excuse me! Excuse me,
I’m sorry.

Sorry.

How about that?

MAN:
Nice job.

Thanks.

Hi, uh, you know Nick?

Where is he?
I don’t know, it’s...

Well, I-I have to find him.
Do you know where he went?

Do I know you?

No.

(indistinct chatter)

NATALIE:
Did he say where he was going?

No, no, he left.

And he didn’t say where.

I don’t know where else to look.

What if the magic stops working

after t... tonight
and I never...

...and I never see him again?

Nick?

Natalie?

What if this is just a dream?

There’s only one way
to find out.

(quiet laugh)

(laughs)
You’re real.

♪ ♪

Come here for a second.

Hi. $5.99, right?

Yeah.

(quietly):
It’s him.

Here.
NICK: There you go.
Okay.

Oh, no, keep it.

Bye.

TOUR GUIDE:
Here it is,
ladies and gentlemen.

The famous Hayward fountain.

Built in 1903
by Mortimer Hayward,

the stones are
from the ruins of a castle

which was supposedly enchanted.

Local folklore has it

that the magic
still exists in the stones.

They say if you make a wish,

you might dream
of your true love.