All language subtitles for Woman On Top (2004).English

[Bossa Nova]

[Ends]

[Bossa Nova]

[Narrator] Once upon a time,
in the land of Bossa Nova,

Lived a girl
named Isabella.

When she was born, the gods blessed her
with extra ordinary beauty.

But overlooked
one itty-bitty flaw--

motion sickness.

Her parents
tried everything:

conventional medicine,

organized religion,

alternative religion.

Nothing worked...

- until Yemanja,
-[Thunderclap]

goddess of the sea,

took pity on the child
and compensated her with a gift.

Too frail to play
with her friends,

Isabella spent her days
in the kitchen with the family cook.

She blossomed into a shy
but dazzling girl,

who could melt the palates
and the hearts of men.

Isabella dreamed of traveling the world
and becoming a famous chef.

[Man Vocalizing]

But when she laid eyes
on the dashing Toninho,

all of her dreams
took flight.

[Bossa Nova Continues]

It was love...
at first bite.

[ Singing in Portuguese ]

They fell so madly in love that they
knew no thing could ever keep them apart.

- [ Cheering ]
-[Singing Continues]

[ Sobbing ]

[Narrator]
With Isabella's exotic dishes,

Toninho's new restaurant
was the hottest spot in Brazil.

- [ Bossa Nova ]
-She did all the work.

- [ Chatter in Portuguese ]
- He got all the credit.

And though she got job offers
from all over the planet,

Isabella's dreams of world wide glory
would melt away...

in Toninho's
irresistible embrace.

Now, Isabella could control
her motion sickness...

only by controlling
her motions.

- If she always drove...
- [ Portuguese ]

if she always led...

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

[ All Laughing ]

if she always stayed
on top...

everything was just fine.

Ah, but some men
must always appear to be men,

no matter
what it may cost.

[ Gasps ]

Isabella!

Isabella!
I'm a man.

I have to be on top
sometimes.

Give me the strength,
Yemanja.

Please give me the strength
to leave him...

and Bahia.

[Thunderclap]

[Glass Breaks]

[Narrator]
Her prayers were answered.

And thus begins
our story of love,

motion sickness
and the art of cooking.

[Narrator Chuckles]

[Toninho]
Isabella!

[Toninho]
Isabella!

Isabella!

[Woman On P.A.] Varig announces
the arrival of flight number 732.

[Continues, indistinct]

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

[ Tires Skid ]

Please, I beg you.

There is no way
I'm gonna do that.

[Woman Singing
in Portuguese]

[ Truck Horn Honks ]

[ Tires Skidding ]

[Horn Honks]

[ Trolley Bell Dings ]

[Woman Singing
in Portuguese Continues]

[ Screams ]

[ Tires Skid ]

Oh, mon.
Lady, what planet you from?

Brazil.

[ Tires Screeching ]

Hello.

Hi.
I'm Isabella.

Monica Jones
is expecting me.

Ah, yes, of course.

Unfortunately, Miss Monica
has been detained.

Detained?
What do you mean "detained"?

Oh, nothing serious.
For her, I mean.

She'll be back in a couple days.
She's left you a key.

Thank you.

Have you known
Miss Monica long?

- Yes, since we were children.
- Oh.

But she left.

Bahia has never been
the same without her.

I don't doubt it.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Grunts ]

I can't take elevators.
I'll walk.

Oh.

[ Mutters, Grunts ]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[People Singing,
Chanting]

- [ Singing, Chanting ]
-[Drums Beating]

[Man] Yemanja,
goddess of the sea...

who fills our nets
with fish every day,

accept our offerings.

- [ Portuguese ]
- [ Portuguese ]

Have you seen Isabella?

- No. Not since last night.
- Is something wrong?

Serafina,
where is Isabella?

[ Scolding in Portuguese ]
Go away!

Hey, wait, wait, wait!

You are the son
of a fisherman.

You must make Yemanja
an offering.

She always gives you
the best fish. Come on.

You can go to hell,
Yemanja!

[ Singing,
Chanting Stop ]

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

[Raining]

- Good morning.
- Oh, good morning, Miss Oliveira.

Oh, may I get you
a taxi?

I can't take taxis.

Of course not.

Sorry. He's no longer
the manager.

Do you have any openings
in the kitchen?

Washing dishes.

- No, I'm a chef.
- Ofcourse you are, my dear.

And I'm Jeanne Moreau.

I do wonderful
codfish bowls,

and I am known for
my coconut-basted lobster...

- with passion fruit dip.
- Do you do fish and c]hips?

- Sorry?
- Fish and chips.

It's our most popular special.
Thursday nights.

Yes, I can make fish and chips.
Maybe in a spicy batter with--

Um, we are
fully staffed.

- Or plain batter.
- Really fully staffed.

- [ Sighs ]
-[Thunder Rumbles]

Merda!

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

Shit!

[ Speaking in French ]

- Monsieur Laroche?
- Oui.

I'm Isabella.
Isabella Oliveira.

- And?
- I was the chef at Yemanja.

In Bahia. Remember?

Oh, Brazil.
I remember.

- But you, I'm afraid--
- You give me your card.

You spoke of a possibility
of a teaching position.

Oh, I can't really
hire novices.

The spicy seafood soup?

Oh, crustaceans marooned
in the most exquisite fragrant broth,

laced with fiery chilies.

[ Sighs ]
Passion food.

Food of the gods.

But it's too late.
The semester has already started.

Perhaps next year, huh?

-[Woman Screams, Dishes Break]
- Hyperventilation.

The souffle fell... again.

Oh, it's a c]lass for the
publique generale, two-week course.

Uh, I'm sure you wouldn't
be interested. Are you?

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

What happened?
Where are the fish?

You shouldn't ccurse
Yemanja.

Good morning. I am Isabella Oliveira,
and I am your new teacher.

I come from a place called Bahia,
in the northeast of Brazil.

There we have
a very unique way of cooking,

so I will-- I will not
give you my recipes.

I will show you
what inspires me,

in the hope that you will find
your own inspiration. Okay?

I think that to cook well,

you must bring all your feelings
and experience to the act of creation.

Let's start...
with my passion--

chili peppers.

They come
from the Americas...

and were found here long before
the arrival of Columbus.

Hold them in your hand.
Notice the colors.

Now sniff.

Okay, what do you smell?

Can you describe
the sensation?

How about you?

[ Sniffs ]
Oh, I smell...

a walk on a moonlit beach
in Acapulco.

[ Chuckles ]
When did you become a poet?

What do you expect me to say, Esther?
It smells like a vegetable?

[ All Laughing ]

So, now here's my favorite--
malagueta pepper.

Don't be fooled
by its tiny size.

On the heat scale,
it is a very hot ten.

But what I love most
about it is its smell,

its aroma...

and a flavor
you can never forget.

[Bossa Nova]

So, when you work
with the chilies,

remember to coat your fingers with oil
so your skin won't burn.

The smooth flavor
of a chili...

is found
on the outside part.

The part that burns
are the ribs and seeds.

That's where the fire
comes from.

[Heart Beating]

-[Knife Slices]
- [ All Gasp ]

I'm sorry.

[Isabella]
I'll be fine.

- [ Murmuring ]
- I'll be fine.

[Woman Singing
in Portuguese]

[ Sobbing ]

[Woman Continues
Singing in Portuguese]

- [ Screams ]
- Now we wrap tonight's broadcast...

with thoughts from
best-selling author, Claudia Hunter,

whose new book Women Who Love Men
They Hate has just hit the shelves.

Women in love
with rotten guys.

Are you one of them?

Do you love someone who
emotionally jerks you around?

Are you hooked on a handsome,
charming, strutting peacock...

who makes wonderful love, but keeps you
hidden away in a small, dark kitchen?

-[TV Off]
- Shut up!

Go home!
Go home. Christ.

We have no fish. We have no customers.
We have no chef.

Just help yourselves
to whatever's left in the kitchen.

Thanks, Mr. Toninho.

Hey, come on, man.
Don't be like that.

Ave Maria!
Look at the painting!

All of our fish.
There they are.

- You're drunk.
- Still, there they are.

Toninho, the fishermen
are very angry.

It's a sign. You must make
a formal apology to Yemanja.

What she gives,
she takes back]k.

You could lose
the restaurant.

She didn't give me the restaurant.
I made it, with my own hands.

Every inch of it.

This is my life.
This and Isabella.

And no one is taking it
away from me!

Toninho, what on Earth possessed
you to do what you did?

I mean, when a man truly loves his wife,
he never lets her catch him.

- It's insensitive.
- And not so smart.

You are my friends.
Why are you making me feel worse?

I do miss Isabella's
coconut shrimp.

[Rafii] Oh, and her delicious
sweet "punhetinhas."

[Max]
Oye, oye, oye.

Yemanja,
bring her back to me.

Give me a sign, a clue, a phone number.
Do something or I'll--

Sign here.

Hoo!

- [ Screams ]
-[Woman Screams]

- Free at last, free at last!
- Monica!

- I missed you so much.
- Thank Estee Lauder, I'm free at last!

[ Screams, Laughs ]

- She wasn't even pretty.
- Are you sure?

[ Laughs ] I'm just playing.
Honey, he's a man.

They're not like us--
faithful, romantic, selective.

They're like animals on the
Discovery Channel. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

- That's disgusting.
- I know.

So, what did you do?
Why were you in jail?

Nikos didn't tell you?
Remember Dominic?

He told me he wanted a real woman
that could give him a family.

So, in a fit of pique, I doctored his
good-bye drink and muralized the dog.

I used his body as my canvas--
au Dominic.

It's beautiful. In Bahia,
they would have given you a medal.

I can't believe the son of a bitch
even pressed charges.

[ Chuckles ]

I missed you a lot. You broke my heart
when you left Bahia.

What about me, huh?
What about me?

It's not my fault.
You're my best friend.

You know,
"the retard twins."

Little puking girl
and the boy in the dress.

But Daddy got called home
and it was " Bye-bye, Bahia."

The diva had to learn
how to be all by herself.

I've never been alone.

One day I was a child
in my parents' home,

the next
a wife in Toninho's.

Well, now, girlfriend, you are
going to learn to be on your own.

But I'm so lonely,
I can't even cook...

without thinking
of Toninho.

Yesterday in class,
I smelled a malagueta...

and nearly chopped
my finger off.

Girlfriend, if you love him that much,
why don't you forgive him...

and go on back
to Bahia?

To be locked in a kitchen, while
he flirts with woman after woman?

No! What I have with Toninho
is not love. It's a curse.

If I want to start a new life,
I have to get him out of my head,

out of my skin,
get him out of me!

Okay. You serious
about this curse stuff?

Yes.

He's haunting me.

Then, there's only
one thing we c]an do.

[ Speaking in Portuguese ]

[Phone Ringing]

Isabella,
what took you so long?

[ Woman Laughing ]

- Hello.
- I can help you, child.

But I warn you,
there's no looking back.

Yemanja will take your love
to the bottom of the sea,

and you will never love
Toninho again.

Are you prepared for that?

Are you prepared
for that?

Yes.

Okay. This is
what you must do.

Find four fat
Mephistophelean crabs,

the heart
of an artichoke,

two ripe female mangoes,

twelve drops
of midnight rain--

Feather
of a black rooster.

The eyes of two
boiled catfish. Uck!

And finally, sprinkle the ashes
of his burnt photograph.

Allow me.

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Thunderclap]

-[Thunderclap]
- [ All Gasp ]

[Thunderclap]

[Birds Twittering
in Distance]

[Bossa Nova]

Okay, how about this?
"What's my orientation?"

Every day,
we bring out guests,

and a local celebrity panel has to
figure out if they're gay or straight.

- God, I wouldn't watch that.
- Yeah, me neither.

Oh, damn it, Cliff.
Just find me a 7:30 show...

that won't get clobbered
by Xena.

I know. I know. I will find you
something, Alex. I promise.

-Just give me another day.
- Yeah, well, you better.

- Thank you.
-[Hangs Up]

God, I hate my life.

[ Sniffing ]

- Thank you.
- Sure.

- Good morning.
-[Cliff] Wow!

Thank you.

[Bossa Nova]

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

[Continues]

[ Indistinct Yelling ]

Good-bye! Good-bye!
Sorry!

Good morning. I am Isabella Oliveira.
Welcome to my class.

I see a lot of new faces
here today.

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

Oh, Lord! What, are you nuts?
You're crazy.

My friend,
can you take me here?

Oh, Christ!

- There's no address, mon.
- Uh, I know.

Will that be a problem?

Now crush the garlic in the mortar
with a pinch of salt.

Measure with your senses.

In time, your fingers can develop
a tactile memory...

for just
the right amount.

[ Mashing Garlic] ]

Mon, you got to ring more doorbells
than the Avon lady...

you want to find something
by this method.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Sc]offs ]

Saute the bell peppers, onions,
tomatoes and chilies in dende oil.

Then, we add the stock.

- [ Sizzling ]
- And when it ccomes to a boil,

add the shrimp.

You will see that they are ready
when they turn pink and begin to curve.

Isn't that beautiful?

To finish, pour into
a nicke serving dish,

and sprinkle
a little more cilantro.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Voila!
Moquequa de Camarao.

And remember, the last and most
important ingredient...

is to share it
with someone you love.

I think it always improves
the flavor of the dish.

- That's all. Thank you.
-[Applause]

[ Sips Loudly]

[ Gasping ]

- Too hot for you?
- No.

No. Um, it's just new.
[ Hiccups ]

Can I talk to you
for a sec?

[ Woman On Phone ] But if you call
every Monica Jones in the book,

then your party must have
an unlisted number.

But she's quite unique.
She's 5'1 0", braids, great legs...

and she's a man.

In San Francisco,
that is not unique.

You know, until two hours ago, my entire
definition of cooking was, like,

remove tinfoil
and nuke.

I have never seen
anything like it.

The whole room
was bedazzled by you.

Where did you
learn that?

I was a c]chef
in my husband's restaurant.

-[Trolley Bell Dings]
- Ah.

- Is that too heavy?
- No, it's fine. Just fine.

But, anyway,
I left him.

Your husband?

That's great!
I mean, why?

Well, let's say
he was stifling me.

Well, how could he?
How could anyone stifle you?

You are so, like,
like, the air.

Like the-- Like the wind.
Like a fish.

- No, not like a fish.
-[Man] Please step inside?

Would you c]come here?
I want to tell you my idea.

- I can't.
- It's okay. Come on.

- I can't, really.
- No pro-- Come on. It's okay.

You'll be fine.
Whoa!

Santa Dios.

- Are you all right?
- I get motion sickness.

Hey, hey, that's nothing.
When I get anxious, I get the hiccups.

-[Cell Phone Rings]
- Hold on.

Yeah. Hey, Alex.
I did it.

I got an idea. We are coming right over.
You are going to love it.

Okay. What do you think?
A cooking show.

Just like the class--
your recipes, your style.

Everything just the way
you want it.

How does that
make you feel?

- [ Vomits ]
-[Man] You all right?

- A cooking show at 7:30 !
- It's your wife again, sir.

- She's got the travel agent on hold.
- Why not?

- Everybody's making dinner.
- No, they're not.

Everybody's eating dinner.
Nobody wants to watch a cooking show.

Alex, just--just--
Just wait one second.

Alex, this is
chef Isabella Oliveira.

Isabella, this is
our station manager, Alex.

-[Isabella] Hello.
- Hi.

A TV show!

- [ Screams ] Holy Mary and Rhoda!
- [ Coughs ]

So, who's coughing?

My producer.
Cliff Lloyd... Monica.

- Hi. Um--
- [ Laughs ]

That's - It's quite a nice place
you got here, Monica.

It's very... artistic.

[ Laughs ] That's amazing how you
make that sound like an insult.

[ Hiccups ]
Excuse me?

- I think I'm making him nervous.
- No, not at all.

-[Hiccups]
- Cliff, what's the show gonna be like?

Exactly as Isabella
wants it.

How sweet.

- You sure he's a producer?
- [ Hiccups ]

[Hammering]

- Excuse me?
- Yeah?

Why does everything
have to be so bright?

- It's TV.
- I know it's TV.

But how would it look
if we turned off these?

And these and these.

Uh, I don't know.
Give it a try.

Looks good to me.

And that's it for us right now.
Make sure you stay tuned...

for the premiere of our new feature -
Passion Food Live.

- That's coming up next.
-[Woman] And we're out.

Okay. Thanks, everybody.
Great show.

- Tom, are we going to dinner?
- I've gotta go.

I've got a tanning, a massage,
and you're making me late for.

I said we're over.
I told you last night, "We are done."

- You are dumped!
- I can't believe this!

- You have such serious issues!
- You are a blithering idiot.

I am not a blithering idiot.
I am a public author.

[ Arguing Continues,
indistinct ]

Oh! She looks great.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's-- Let's just keep moving here.

Yemanja, I am preparing
your favorite dish tonight.

Please don't let me down.

Wow. I really gotta start
wearing my hair down.

Okay. In five... four...

three--

Good evening. I am Isabella Oliveira,
and this is Passion Food.

In this show, you will learn to
transform simple ingredients...

into sensual, delicious dishes that
fire the blood and satisfy the heart.

- My God. The camera loves her.
- It's like a miracle.

And now, I would like
to introduce my assistant,

Monica.

Hi.

- What the hell is that?
- [ Stammering ] I don't know.

[Bossa Nova]

Play "Cinzas"

the breaker of hearts.

[ Begin ]

[ Announcer Calling
Play-By-Play, indistinct ]

[ Chattering ]

[Patrons Complaining,
indistinct]

This always happens.

That's it.
Don't stop.

It's good for your arms. Coconut milk is
the main ingredient in Bahian cuisine.

Hard to extract,
but worth every drop of sweat.

So, now ladle some hot water
over it and squeeze.

Squeeze.

Squeeze.

And now, we are going to
reduce the heat,

to bring all the flavors
and the scent of the sea.

While it simmers, we are going to
cut the tomatoes in quarters.

Make sure your tomatoes
are full and plump.

- She's a natural.
- They should be firm. Ripe but firm.

...French bread
in coconut milk.

Break the crust so that the milk
can penetrate its center.

- Uh, whiskey, please.
- Comin' right up.

Hey, man.

- Work it till it's pulpy--
- Isabella!

- That's my wife!
- Get out of my way!

Do you work herewith your fingers
until she's pulped?

[Isabella Continues,
indistinct]

It'll taste even better
if you share it with someone you love.

-[Woman] And we're out.
-[Applause, Cheering]

[Woman Singing
in Portuguese]

Shh! Ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to make a toast.

To our cast and crew for an unbelievably
successful first show.

And, of course,
to Brazil's own gift to us,

the extraordinary
Isabella!

-[Applause, Cheering]
- Hear! Hear!

- Oh, whatever.
- Bravo.

[Continues]

You're gonna change
my life.

Hey, taxi!
Stop! Stop!

[ Tires Skid ]

How could she? Squeezing her coconuts
for all the world to see!

Your girlfriend's
a stripper, mon?

Mine too.
You get used to it.

There she is!
Stop! Stop! Stop!

[ Tires Skid,
Horn Honks ]

- Isabella!
-[Monica]Oh, my God!

- Toninho!
- Yemanja be praised.

I need to speak to you.
Alone.

Uh, Izzy,
I'll be right here.

What happened
to your face?

I was defending your honor.
That's what happened to my face.

My honor
doesn't need defending.

No? I travel half the planet searching
for the Isabella I know and love,

And I find you on TV
looking so--

You--
You're looking--

Oh, you look beautiful.

Like when we first met,
And I made you my wife.

Your skin tasted of salt.
Your hair held the scent of cinnamon.

And when you kissed me,
your lips burned with chili pepper.

It made my head spin.

Now, here you are.

Come home with me,
Where you belong.

I belong where I choose to be,
and I choose to be here.

Do you also choose
to dress like this?

It's inappropriate.
Not in your condition.

- And what condition is that?
- Married to me.

Funny.
You don't act married.

For three years, I've been
lying flat on my back for you.

For three years.
Not to mention little things,

Like I never get to
drive anywhere.

You know, I'm not something that
c]an be moved around like a puppet.

Fine. From now on,
you can move wherever you like.

Isabella, I swear
on my mother's grave,

you are the only woman
I ever loved.

Your mother
is still alive.

That's not the point.
You can't leave me.

You're my wife.

Good-bye, Toninho.

"On your mother's grave"?

Honey, please.
[ Laughs ]

Mon, this not
going to be so easy.

[ Ringing ]

Isabella?
Are you there?

[Bossa Nova]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[Tires Screeching]

[ Laughing ]

Madame Oliveira.
Alberto!

- You remember me?
- Of course I do.

Your show is the talk
of the town.

It's an honor to have you here
in my restaurant.

- But not in your kitchen.
- Excuse me?

-Jeanne Moreau?
-Jeanne Moreau?

- It will come back to you.
- Certainly, madame.

Oh, mon Dieu!

- So, what was that all about?
- Nothing.

- I am being bad.
- You bad?

That's hard for me
to imagine.

Oh.

Thank you.

You don't have to
buy me flowers.

This is not a date...
is it?

You thought it was
a business dinner?

Yes.

Oh... well... no.

No?

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I had a great time with you,
and you've been wonderful to me,

but...
I'm not ready yet.

Someday, maybe?

Someday.

[ Isabella On TV,
indistinct ]

That much butter
could kill a guy.

That much woman
could kill a guy.

[Isabella]
So, take the bananas lices,

add some brown sugar
and let it melt.

Then, a pinch of ground clove
and a generous amount of cinnamon.

Now, we add a dash of cachaca, which
will allow the sauce to caramelize.

- [ Sizzling ]
- And remember,

you are to cook
with your eyes and nose.

- God, who the hell is he?
- And who are those men with guitars?

This way, you will learn
to trust your senses.

[ Singing
in Portuguese ]

Cut ! No. No, no, no.
Let it roll.

Somebody get me
some aspirin now.

[Man]
Hey, it's that guy.

- Oh, my God.
- Did they rehearse this?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait!
- You want him to keep singing?

- Yes! Yes!
-Just go out there and hover.

Keep it moving.
Keep it rolling.

Okay. Now we are going to transfer
the bananas onto our dessert plate.

-[Continues]
- Put the skillet back on the fire.

- Add a bit of water to the glazing.
- [ Groans ]

It's a spic]y,
fragrant dish...

that I'm sure
you will enjoy.

Thank you.

All right.
Just wait one second.

- And we're out.
- Are you out of your mind?

Of course I'm out of my mind.
You're avoiding me!

Ignoring me. You're not giving me
the slightest chance...

to make it up to you,
and that's not like you, Isabella.

- I'm your husband!
- This is the husband.

- He's cute.
- [ Groans ]

Take him. Take him.
Take him. Come on. This way.

Take him. Good-bye.
Whoo! You're outta here.

- [ Grunting ]
- Settle down!

You can't arrest a man
for talking to his own wife.

Since when did singing
become a crime?

[Door Slams Shut]

[Bossa Nova]

[ Singing
in Portuguese ]

Fantastic. We got to get a hold
of this guy. Read this.

Okay. Um, "Isabella's
bold, sensual dishes...

"bubble to the pulse
of their guitars.

- Oh, I can see it now.
- "A feast for the palate,

and now a feast
for a girl's eyes too."

- Good, huh?
- Uh, Bolder than Julia Child,

butcher than Ed McMahon"?

- That's for Monica, but what can I say?
- So?

So, I want you to get Toninho and
the troubadours back on the set tonight.

[ Stammering ]
Isabella hates him!

- Oh, you think so.
- I know-- I know so. She told me.

- And you believe her?
- Yes, I believe her.

Look, Cliff. I'm not blind.
You like Isabella.

That's fine. But we happen
to be doing a cooking show here.

And this Toninho kid
is the missing ingredient.

He may not be good for Isabella, but
he's going to be perfect for the ratings!

I'm telling you, Alex.
Isabella will never agree to it.

Well, that's why
you're a producer.

No, okay? No!
I won't do it!

- It's too much.
- The public loves him. What can I do?

Okay, the public loves him.
Then, he can have his own show.

- But not with me.
- I don't like it, you don't like it...

and Monica doesn't like it, but the
truth is that the two of you together--

Well, on screen, I mean,
have certain chemistry...

that the public...
adores.

And the ratings
are going up so fast.

[ Sighs ]
And the bottom line is...

if Toninho's not on the show, Alex said
he will either cancel the show...

or replace you.

or replace you.

You know...
I think you're right.

[ Chuckles ]

Let's see what happens.

Great. I knew
you'd understand.

Mmm. Thank you.
Great.

I'm just waiting for
the other shoe to drop.

[Bossa Nova]

[ Singing
in Portuguese ]

Hey, Tito Puente!
You're outta here. Thank God.

Hello. I'm Cliff Lloyd.
I'm here to take you to the station.

You're being offered a position
on Isabella's show.

I knew
she would send for me.

- She didn't. The station manager did.
- He's the one who wants you.

She doesn't.
You have a lot to learn about women.

Monica, what am I supposed to do
about this Toninho guy?

Oh, my God.
I'm-- I'm sorry.

What's the matter, honey? Ain't you
never seen a girl in her altogether...

- not all together before?
- N-N-No.

- I mean, yeah.
- Okay. Stop.

So, you got it bad
for Isabella, huh?

Yeah, I guess I do.
I mean, what does she see in this guy?

You know, aside from the fact
that he is gorgeous,

c]harming and sings
like an angel--

Whoo! Mmm!
No, honey, I am just kidding.

So, this is none
of my business--

which, of course, makes me
much more interested--

but if you're thinking
about making a move on Isabella,

you might wanna learn a thing or two
about Brazilian women.

Like what?

- Let me see your watch.
- Okay.

Thanks.

- Tag Heuer. Whoo!
- Yeah.

- What the hell!
- If you wanna learn about Isabella,

you have to learn
about Brazil.

- That's a $1,000 watch.
- Now, Brazil is more than a country.

See, Brazil--
it's a sensation.

It's a mood
you can't describe.

You can't define it.
You can only feel it.

Okay. Try. Try.

It's, uh, it starts in the South,
in Porto Alegre, see?

- Uh-huh.
- It makes its way up to Recife, right?

It's the drums
of Candomble.

It's the, the samba
of Carnaval...

and the tom-toms
of the Yoruba.

You know, you feel it in the soles
of your feet, up to your knees.

- to your - all the way to your heart.
- Oh!

You forget the watch,
okay?

You have the moon. You have the tide.
You have the stars.

Isabella is Brazil,

and Brazil is Isabella.

And if you want her,
don't try.

Don't plan or prepare.

Feel.

Feel.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

[ Whistle Blowing ]

[ Whistle Blowing ]

Melons are like boyfriends.
Shall I tell you why?

To get a single good one,
you must 100 try.

But why try more
than you have to?

Hello.
I am Isabella Oliveira.

And welcome to a special edition
of Passion Food.

Today, we'll be creating a symphony
off fruits from around the world.

We'll be right back.

Cut! Excellent, Isabella.
Two minutes, guys.

How does she do that?

Don't try to understand it.
Just feel it.

I'm so happy to see you.
You look radiant today.

Thank you.

You know, there is something
we need to talk about.

What are you doing?

I can't help it.

- Can you please stop sniffing my hair?
- Gimme a kiss.

No.

Just one.

You know...

I think we should
get a divorce.

Hmm?

- A what?
- A divorce?

There goes
the other shoe.

- What the hell is going on?
- I don't know.

Okay, everybody. Five seconds.
We're out of commercial.

-[Bossa Nova]
- In three, two...

[ Mouthing Words ]

When it comes to melons,
here is a tip.

Wh-Wh-Wh-Why
isn't he singing?

Don't ask, just feel.

I will never give you
a divorce. Never!

- You're my wife, and I love you!
- Pull it! Pull it now!

- Pull it now.
- Listen to me!

Wings. Jeopardy!
Mad About You.

[ Cliff] Small Wonder.
Infomercials. Just get it!

- Oh, my God!
- Whatever, just pull it!

-[Cliff] You moron!
- What?

- I'm gonna take you--
- Oh, man!

- You little Latin mambo mouth!
- Do you know what you've just done?

- This is live television.
- Then, everyone will know I love her,

you butt-licking,
television slave!

- Take that... and that!
- Aah! Aah!

Cavemen! Cavemen!

Shh. You naughty girl,
I hardly recognize you.

I hardly recognize
myself.

No, Cliff, you're not fired.
Not yet.

We're gonna be
on the 11:00 news.

" Real-life romance
on hot, new cooking show."

[ Laughs ]
See ya.

What am I doing wrong?
Is it because I love her too much?

If you love her so much,
why are you parking...

the welcome wagon
at the neighbor's?

Oh, you wouldn't understand.
You're not a man.

Honey, that's probably the nicest thing
you ever said to me.

I can't believe that she's punishing me
so hard 'cause of one stupid mistake.

One stupid mistake, honey?

You've been smothering her
from the beginning.

-Stashed in the back of that restaurant.
-She was the cook!

The cook? Okay. Father help us, okay?
[ Inhales Deeply]

Let's try the basic]s.
Why don't you try to be her friend ?

- Her friend?
- Now trust me. I watch a lot of Oprah.

Friendship is the basis
of any good relationship.

A relationship?
We didn't have a relationship.

We were in love!

- Like Romeo and Juliet.
- Yes.

- Or Tristan and Isolde?
- Yes!

- Sonny and Cher! They ended up dead.
- Yes!

- Dead, but in love.
- Except for Cher.

Toninho, you are...
a macho, romantic...

primitive heterosexual.

Honey,
that's so 20th century.

Look. Step into
the present, okay?

Look at Cliff.
Now he knows how to be her friend.

And I think
she's responding too.

- Cliff?
- Yes.

- What could she see in that clown?
- Oh, I don't know.

Apart from the fact that he's sweet
and modern and sensitive--

Whock it out!
Steel!

I'm just kidding.
[ Laughs ]

[ Door Closes ]

What are you doing here?

I thought I could help you
at the market.

Like I used to.
Remember? May l?

- No. Thank you.
- Mm. All right.

Maybe I could do the shopping
for you every day.

This way, you won't have to
wake up so early.

Toninho,
why are you doing this?

- Because I wanna be your friend.
- My friend?

Yes.

So, you mean if I have
a problem with a lover,

- can I come to you for advice?
- You have a lover?

- Not yet.
- [ Sighs ]

Do you think you can love
someone else?

- Yes.
- No!

For each person,
there is only one perfect mate.

The moment we met,
I knew it was you,

and you knew it was me.

So, if we give up now,
you c]an never love this way again.

Who gave up--
me or you?

I didn't give up.

I made a mistake,
and I regret it.

Please, Isabella.
Give me another chance.

I can't live
without you.

I'll do anything
you want.

Toninho,
don't make it harder.

We can be friends.

But I just don't...
Love you any more.

I'm sorry.

[Rafii] Listen tome.
You gotta come back.

There are still no fish
in the sea.

And the fishermen are...
desperate.

You're gonna lose
this restaurant.

Sorry, Rafii. I can't come home
without Isabella.

Give everyone
their severance.

Beyond that,
I can't say.

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

[Cliff] You're becoming
a star, Isabella.

Doesn't that
make you happy?

I guess.

Look. I did everything
I could to get Toninho off the show.

- They just--
- It's okay.

It doesn't matter
anymore.

[Continues]

[Bossa Nova]

[ Singing
in Portuguese ]

- [ No Audible Dialogue ]
-[Continues]

- [ No Audible Dialogue ]
-[Continues]

The last and most important
ingredient...

is to share it
with someone you love.

-[Continues]
- Thank you.

[Continues]

[Fades]

Hey.
What's up with you?

I don't know.

Everything is going
so well.

And I feel as if the wind
is blowing right through me.

Oh, baby.
What you feel is lonely.

Sweetheart, you need to
fall in love again and fast.

Mm. I'm not in the mood
for love.

Well, of course you're not.
You're out of practice.

It takes an effort. Honey,
if you don't eat, you don't get hungry.

-[Door Opens]
- Okay, hold on to your peppers.

You are not going to
believe this.

The network just called. They are
flying in some executives tomorrow.

The show might be
going national.

- Whoo!
- Yes! [ Laughs ]

We're going national!

- We're going national
- Oh-a, oh-a

National

Hey, what's going on?

Aren't you happy?
This was our dream.

Well, I am happy.
I'm just tired.

Oh.

Will you take me out
tonight?

Yeah! Sure.

Great. We can-- We c]an work
on some ideas for the show.

No, not for work,
for fun.

Can it be just fun?

Fun?

I can do fun.

Um--
[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

- [ Buzz ]
- [ Grunts ]

Wow.
You look beautiful.

Whoa!

[Keys Hit Floor]

Isabella.

[Glass Breaks]

[Phone Ringing]

[Ring]

[Ring]

[Answering Machine]
Hi. This is Isabella.

- Please leave a message after the tone.
-[Beep]

[Toninho On Answering Machine]
Isabella? Are you there?

Isabella, I know
you want me to go away,

- Should I turn that off?
-and I've given you every reason to.

But I want you to know
that what ever you do,

I will always love you.

Anyway,
here's this for you.

[Bossa Nova]

[Toninho Singing
in Portuguese]

[ Cliff Moans ]

Wait!

- Oh!
- Ow!

I want to
fall in love again.

[Toninho Continues]

[ Tape Rewinding ]

- Isabella. Isabella, wait, wait.
- What?

Look. There's nothing
I would like more--

- Did I do something wrong?
- No, no, no.

I just-- Look. I think this guy
still has his hooks in you.

That's not true.

Isabella,
I really like you.

I just think you need some time
to figure out what you want.

I'll be around.

Good night.

[Door Closes]

Oh, it's anemic.
It's bloody anemic.

Give me a darker bronze
there, will you?

[Photographer]
Oh, Isabella, ducks.

I'm going to need a big Julia Roberts'
smile from you in about 15, okay?

Much brighter, okay? Bring it up
a little more. I wanna see her.

- Cliff.
- Yeah.

I'm not sure
about this dress.

What are you talking about?
You look unbelievable.

Look. It's just
for one show.

The executives wanted to see you
in something less... ethnic.

Ethnic.

- Cliff. Alex on line four.
- Yeah.

Okay. Look.
You look beautiful.

Really. Okay.

[ Sighs ]

[Photographer]
Right. There we go. Good.

[Waves Crashing]

[Bossa Nova]

[Man Singing
in Portuguese]

Yemanja,

I offer you these pearls...

so the fish will
come back to Bahia.

But about Isabella--

stay out of my business.

This is her decision.
And mine.

When human love
is strong enough,

no god-- not even you, Yemanja--
can take it away.

Yemanja be praised.

[Continues]

-[Man] Yeah, that's good.
-[Man #2] Let's do it.

Oh, Mother!
[ Chuckles ]

Who dressed you?
Vann White?

The suits.
It looks very bad?

Baby, nothing looks bad on you.
You're beautiful.

They better not
come near my wardrobe.

- Where is Toninho?
- Toninho quit two hours ago.

- Stand by, everyone!
- He quit?

- Why?
- I don't know.

Maybe he went back
to his restaurant.

- There is no restaurant.
- He lost it.

No fish, no chef,
no Toninho,

- no restaurant.
- [ Speaking Portuguese ]

- What?
- Okay, one minute.

[Monica] Okay, baby. Snap out of it.
We got a show to do.

Come on.

- What is this?
- Tabasco.

I don't use Tabasco.
This is Brazilian cooking.

- Can I have my malagueutas?
- Orders from the network.

They said "malaguetas" are too hard
for viewers to find.

-[Woman] Thirty-seconds!
- Don't worry.

What about the lights?

Network wants it brighter.

- In five... four...
- Stop!

[ Whispering, indistinct ]

-[Bossa Nova]
- Good evening. I am Isabella Oliveira.

[Man] Uh, Cliff, the gentleman
wanted more close-ups on Isabella.

- Forget the mariachis.
- And lose the freak.

She's not a freak.
She-- He's really very pleasant.

Hey, hey. Whatever you like, bud
but not on this show, okay?

Today, we are going to create a
classic dish from the north of Brazil--

- "Bobo de Camaraoes. "
-[Man] Okay, move in.

Stay--Stay--
Have him stay tight on her.

Don't loose it.
Keep it nice and bright.

-[Cliff] Okay.
- Think sexy. okay?

[ Laughing ]
Good. Great.

Garnish it with far of a
and a sliced avocado.

And be sure and enjoy it
with someone you love.

- Okay. Good job. Let's go get her.
- All right?

[Buzzer Buzzes]

- It was terrific.
- Brava!

You are going to love being
a part of our family, Isabella.

We promise we have big things
in mind for you, okay?

- It was great!
- How c]an you go along with this?

Look. I know it's rough,
but they just have...

a more streamlined vision of the show
because it's going national,

- and everybody's excited.
- Vision?

I thought that was
my department.

Of course it is, but this
is bigger than us now.

And look. These guys
love you, Isabella.

They love you so much, they want you
to be the whole focus of the show.

And what does that mean?

[ Stammering ] They think Monica
might be too much for the Midwest.

I'm so sorry, Monica.

These guys are businessmen. You know,
they can't sell drag in Albuquerque.

Cliff, I'm not going to
do the show without Monica.

But you have to do the show.
I mean, this is your dream!

This is not my dream.
This is your dream.

- For me, this is a nightmare.
- Isabella, please.

You're a star now.
You belong to the world, to your fans.

This isn't really
your decision anymore.

- No?
- No.

You know what?

I quit.

[ Cheering ]

That creep. He turned out to be
Just as bad as all the rest.

Well, maybe that wasn't
Cliff's finest hour,

but I'm sure he wasn't
trying to hurt anybody on purpose.

He's just a little confused.
Poor baby.

Hey, Izzy.

- Let's go home and get wasted.
- Okay.

[Guitar Playing Softly]

[Guitar Playing Softly]

[Toninho Yelling]
Isabella!

- [ Groans ]
- [ Groans ]

[ Laughs ]

Sweet bird of youth, girl.
Come see this. Come on.

Isabella!

I want you to lead
when we dance!

I want you
to drive the car!

I want you on top!

I wouldn't want you
any other way!

- Oh, my God.
- Can you hear me?

[ Singing in Portuguese ]

Go on!
Go, go, go!

[Instrumental Continues]

[Thunder Rumbling]

Oh, boy.
Love versus voodoo.

Why couldn't you have
been like this before?

I don't know.
But I'm like this now.

Now is too late.

Kiss me,
then tell me that.

[Thunderclap]

[ Gasps ]
Ooh la la! This looks bad.

Isabella,
what happened to you?

[ Sighs ]

What have I done?

Almost.

Get it up.

Let's go.

[Vomiting, Gasping]

You're cooking now?

I have to make an offering to Yemanja
and ask her to undo the spell.

Isabella, Serafina told you the spell
is irreversible. It won't work.

It has to work. She will understand
and give me back my love.

But-- Oh!

What's wrong with these stupid eggs?
Damn it!

Monica!

Monica!

- I've lost it.
- Oh.

Oh, girl, it's not
the prettiest thing I ever seen.

But, um, listen,
I'm sure it tastes--

Try it.

Mmm.
[ Gags ]

- I can't cook anymore.
- Uh, no.

Honey, everybody has an off day.
It's fine.

Look.
Everything is ruined!

Okay. Listen. Calm down, okay?
We'll fix it.

We'll... use the souffle as a base,
pretty it up with this stuff.

Girl, she'll never know
the difference.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Yemanja, please...

don't reject my offering.

Give me back my love.

Merda.

[Toninho]
Isabella.

Toninho.

How did you know
I was here?

Monica told me.

I came to say good-bye.

I wish there was something
I could do.

There is. Why don't we cook
something before I go?

- For old times' sake.
- I don't think I can cook anymore.

Neither can I. But together,
maybe we can find a way.

[Bossa Nova]

It's working.

[Woman Vocalizing]

[Woman Singing
in Portuguese]

[Thunderclap]

[Thunderclap]

It's salty.

It tastes like seawater.

- Toninho.
- Yes.

- I love you.
- You love me?

Isabella.

[Man And Woman]
Singing in Portuguese]

[Monica] Thus, ends our story
of Isabella and her Toninho.

They lived
happily ever after.

And so did we.

Yemanja be praised.

[Man And Woman
Singing in Portuguese]

[Continues]

[Continues]

[Up-tempo,
Bossa Nova]

[Slower Tempo]

Closed Captioned by
Captions, lnc. Los Angeles

[Ends]