All language subtitles for La Cocina (2024).Retail

Excuse me, 49th Street?

Uh, that train over there?

You're gonna go a few stops...

- No speak English.
- Oh...

49th Street?
The Grill. Broadway.

You ever see a body?

This is the heart.

Right here. Times Square.

You go look at it,
what is Times Square?

Uh... The Grill?

Time has no squares in it,

but time does have a surface,

and as you circulate yourself.

So each time you
walk around here

you can see somebody
that's not a square.

I know I'm not.

Life in Times Square
is not just about living here.

It's about
the extravagant part

about knowing that you're

a real New Yorker.

Now, you can think about it.

There's one square, one block.

Every different block

has somebody
sitting on it, though.

See, I'm just one
of the fortunate who God knew

where his square was.

Not to be in a cinder block,
cell block, prison block.

But to be in a block where
I'm not blocking life.

It's all about what you
wanna be out of life.

When you're not thinking
about being a square.

So, you gotta wonder,

what is Times Square about?

Is it about the people?

The euphoric life we got?

Or the illumination?

But the funny thing
is everybody doesn't realize.

You've already been here.

That's why they call it
Times Square.

You circulate around time,

you never realize
there's no corners.

You just know
that there's a corner

that you're gonna come to.

Every point
of life has a corner.

It's just the angle
that you don't know

which way you're going.

Remember what
I told you. Time's inevitable.

Thank you.

Hello. The Grill?

The Grill?

The Grill?
You're looking for The Grill?

Girl, you're
right in front of it.

- Come on, girl!
- Yeah!

Morning!

To get in?

It's closed. Closed.

To get in?
How do I get in?

Left.

Around back.

- Back?
- Around back.

Argh!

Excuse me,
is this The Grill?

Wha... What?

Is this The Grill?

Yeah, here. The Grill.

I'm here about a job.
Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

- Pedro?
- Pedro Ruiz.

Are you friends with Pedro?

If I had to put money on it,

I'd say Pedro ain't in yet.

What time is your appointment?

Work?
You came for work, right?

Work, yes. Work.

Come on.

Okay, you wait here,

and someone
will see you soon, okay?

Here.

Thanks.

- My name is Nonzo.
- Estela.

Estela?

That's a beautiful name.

Ever heard of the song
Stella by Starlight?

♪ Have you seen
Stella by starlight? ♪

♪ With the moon in her... ♪

No?

Alas!

♪ That's Stella by starlight, ♪

♪ raptures so rare... ♪

Hey...

Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

Pardon?

I was just asking
if you know Pedro Ruiz.

Oh, no.

I don't work here.

Not yet, anyway.

What time's your appointment?

No, I don't have one.

I was told to
come here, is all.

Thing is, they won't see you

without an appointment.

Yes?

Uh, I have an
appointment for an interview

at nine for front of house.

Ok, so I got a...

Citlali Posadas at 8:30
and a Laura Arias at 9:00.

Yeah, I'm Laura.

So let's start
with you, Citlali.

Are you coming?

Grab a seat.

Okay,

Citlali... Where are--?
Here you are.

I got your form right here,
that's great.

You wanna work

Back of the House,
that's good.

Ok. So, what's your age?
You didn't fill in your age.

Mm?

Mm?

Your age is mhm?

Age?

I'm twenty.
Well... almost twenty.

Well, which is it?

You know, you can't work here
unless you're legal age.

What's that?

Legal age? Twenty-one.
So, how about that?

- Sucks.
- I know, right?

Sucks for you. Your loss.

You're a feisty one, huh?

Oh, shit.

I like that. I like that.

So, Citlali Posadas...

Do you have
any experience working the line?

Yeah, I spent two
years cooking at Sanborns.

Sanborns?

Shit.

We got a fucking 3-star
Michelin Chef over here.

Goddamn. OK.

You got a boyfriend, Citlali?

You're very pretty.

Relax, I'm joking!

All right, your SSN.

Social Security Number.

Pedro said you're hiring.

- Pedro?
- Pedro Ruiz.

- You know him?
- He's my bro!

Of course! Why didn't you
open with that, mija?

Any friend of Pedro's
is a friend of mine.

Okay, listen up.
I'll tell you what.

I'll let you get your SSN,

and bring it over later.

There's a locutory
over on 49th Street.

They sell them, 50 bucks.

The others will tell you how.

There's just
one thing, though.

Luis, got a minute?

Not really.

- We've got a problem.
- Okay...

- Privately.
- She can't understand, man.

I think I'm missing $800
from one of the registers.

- You think or you're missing?
- I'm completely sure.

I counted again with Trisha,
scanned the logs,

checked receipts.

You haven't told
Mr. Rashid, have you?

Hello?

Yes. Good morning, sir.

Yes. He literally
just-- Yes, sir.

Why the fuck didn't you
come to me first?

He's my boss.

All right, let's have a look.

- - What's up?
- - About what?

- Omar said come and see you.
- Not now.

That's fucking great.

- Luis?
- It's only about

- the soda machine.
- Yeah.

Cherry Coke's fucked again.

Somebody broke
the fucking thing.

I know. Somebody's
getting ducked.

I didn't break

- the fucking thing.
- Luis?

I had nothing to do with it.

I'm not getting-- I'll
come get you later.

Luis.

I didn't break
the fucking thing.

I'll come get
you later, Samira.

- I had nothing to do with it.
- Rashid!

Oh, and there's a woman

asking for you.

Take Citlali to the
dressing rooms,

show her how to get started.

And the lady outside too.

Ms. Arias 'cause
she's starting today.

What am I,
fucking tourist guide?

When you talk to me that way,
it hurts me.

Samira
will show you where to start.

Welcome to The Grill.

Excuse me,

- I'm here to interview.
- You got an appointment?

I'm a little late because

I got lost in the subway.

I can't help you, sweetie.

Sorry.

This is very disappointing.

I know. I feel
the same way. 800 bucks!

No. I mean you not
coming to me first.

We could have sorted this
out without bothering the man.

Now I'll look like a...

- Like a... Like a...
- Fool!

Fuck!

Good morning.

Please, close door.

Sabotage.

That's what this is. Sabotage.

So. I look through
the logs. And, yes,

it looks like we have
thief in The Grill.

It's a shame.

It is a shame, I agree.

I would also be ashamed.

If I was Manager and
this happen on my watch.

So it looks like this happened

at close of night shift?

That's right.

So,

this is registers
one and two.

Registers three and four.

And...

registers five and six.

Register five is...

$823.78 short.

Here. Take my money.

Come on, take it!

Throw it in the trash,
give it away in Times Square.

It's all the same to you, no?

No, sir. No.

Now we have to handle it.

I'm not calling
the police over 800 dollars.

Too many people with too much
to lose out there.

I want a confession

in the thief's own words.

I want him to admit,
he stole from me.

Then, we'll let him go quiet,
pay him for the day.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Ratón!

Good morning, Mr. Rashid.

Ratón, you...

You work last night shift?

Yes, sir.

Did you see
who stayed to close?

No, sir. I leave before.

I don't know.

You want me find out?

- Ratón!
- Yes, sir?

Answer me this...

If you have only one match,

and you walk into
a dark, cold room

where there is a fireplace,

a lamp of oil and a candle.

Which do you, light first?

Fireplace, lamp of oil,
or candle?

Just think about it.

Ames, Ames,

are you ready
for Kokie's tonight?

Oh my god,
I'm so ready for Kokie's .

Hey, thanks for not snitching.

For not telling
on me, I mean. Thank you.

I don't like lies.

My mom lied,
said she was fine.

Now she's riddled with cancer.

So, you know...

Hey, Samira,
what happened last night?

Pedro and Max.

I don't know, they fight.

Pedro is a fucking idiot.
He just--

Hey! Motherfucker!

That motherfucker!

Jesus!

But the fight!
Why'd they fight?

Pedro push Max. He fall.

So Max slaps
Pedro in the face.

He gave him a
cut with his ring.

It was an accident.

Then Pedro grabs the knife,
everybody runs to stop them.

- The end.
- Yeah, but why'd it start?

- You're not saying anything.
- She doesn't know.

You put a man in the Line,

he has to cook the same thing
over and over again.

All day long.

This shit and piss food.

What's he gonna do?

He's gonna fight.

- Am, I right, Mexican?
- I'm Dominican.

Bullshit.

Max is jealous of
the Mexican is what.

- Why's he jealous?
- Who's jealous?

Hey, bitch.

We were asking why Pedro

pulled a knife on Max
yesterday, you know?

- Yeah, why, Jules? You know.
- You know.

Max just ain't over Julia yet.

Why don't you
quit being a nosey whore

and throw me
a fucking cigarette?

Do the trick!

No!

- With your hands!
- Do the trick! Do the trick!

I'm not a fucking clown!

Just do it! Do it. Do it .

Do it, do it .

Pathetic.

Hey, does anyone
heard from Megan?

Jules?

You're gonna
cover for her tonight.

No, I can't!

I don't think she's coming.
She was sick yesterday.

That's not my fucking problem.

She's bulimic.

I'm working a
half-shift hosting, I can't.

Sorry, Jules.
You're on the floor.

- Full shift today.
- Trish, no!

I gotta do this--

I have to do
this thing later today.

Do your thing in the
break and come back

for the evening shift,
like everyone else.

I'm gonna do it,
but I'm just not sure

if I'll be able
to come back after

and I promised Abe
that I'd leave early...

If you can't work
then go home,

I don't have time
for special requests...

No, I didn't say that.

All right, then.

Hey, Mexican!

You're new
Front of House, right?

- I'm Dominican.
- Come with me.

Hurry up, bitches!
It's ten- past!

Everyone on the floor, now!

Hello.

Hey.

How far along?

How far along are you?

We should go.
We're gonna be late.

Hey, white girl...
Do you know Pedro Ruiz?

- Who?
- Pedro Ruiz.

Do you know where he is?

I don't know him.

...and that's
just- trust me,

it's not a nice thing.

And as you also know,
the protocol is I have

to interview
each and every one of you.

Basically, they're
saying it was somebody here.

Here it is: The Kitchen.

Not exactly.

I'm just conducting
an investigation.

Hey, whatever happens...

It's only work.

So anybody knows
anything at all

about this money?

Any little thing,
you make sure it gets told.

- Understood?
- Yes, chef.

I just wanna say,
if I may, chef...

that I'm conducting
an investigation--

You go when
you're called. Talk to Luis.

Answer his little questions.
Come right back.

Coz it's a fucked up
day to be under-staffing me.

I swear to Christ.

It really is. If I may--

I just wanted to tell you all,

I'm sure it wasn't anyone
from back of house and that,

- all of you...
- All right,

everybody get back to work!

Everybody get back
to work right now.

Yes, chef.

Hey, Mexican!

Where the fuck you went?

You know at
what station you work?

We'll find you one.

- Hey, Samira!
- Ouais?

What went down

between the Mexican
and the American?

- Not you, too.
- Come on, tell us!

- Come on!
- What happened?

When gossip spreads to rats,

that's when you know
we're screwed.

Come on, please tell us!

What happened?

Peterson y Jonas.
You be nice to them.

Okay? Friends.
Good friends.

Come on.

So, that's Nonzo over here.

He work desserts.

Stella by Starlight.

There's no work in dessert.

Dessert station full, okay?

Find another station.

Salads. Me. Only me.

That's Martin.
He works pizzas.

Hello.

This is the grill station.

That's Max.

This is the new girl.

Fuck off, Samira.
I don't carry dead weight.

Did I say she's
working with you?

You can tell Chef
I said so, too.

I don't really give a fuck!

Fuck off.
And you wonder why

your woman leaving you?

Excuse you.

This is Ramírez. Sandwiches.

What about me?

What'd he say?

Liridon, frying station.

No. Full station.

Salvador, are you
doing pasta, today?

That's right, pasta.

- Where you from, paisa?
- From Huachinango.

So you know him?
OK, good.

- She's with you today.
- What? No, fuck!

What am I supposed
to do with her?

Get back to work, fuckers!

Earn your wages, shitheads!

What's wrong, Pedro?

Did you fall off your bed?

Don't even start.
I'm all fucked up today.

In the head?

In the soul, man,
which is harder to fix.

Look, paisa.

This is the new girl.
She's working with you.

What am I supposed
to do with her?

That's what
you get for being late.

No way, you keep her.
It's Friday, keep her.

I don't need her.

Pedro, you son of a bitch.

Don't you recognize me?

Are you the daughter
of "La mamá"?

Marta's, yes.

Sister of the brother?

Sergio's, yes.

- Granddaughter of...?
- Of...?

Your grandma!

I'm Estela, dude.

Ramos!

Estelita.

Your mom said I should come
and find you, at The Grill.

That's what she said.

Pedro will get you
a job, she said.

My mother said that?

Don't you remember me?

When I was two, you and Mau

used to climb my
Aunt Bibi's tree.

You'd feed me chilies
and said they were candy.

You'd laugh your asses off,
watching me cry.

Look.

It's from your mom.

From her house, she said.

Fuck me,
did I come all this way

just to bring you cilantro?

This is the holiest
hoja santa in all of Puebla.

You could've beaten it up
some more.

Is this you?

Was.

GOD BLESS YOU, SON. –MOM.

Estelita.

Estelita!

So, can you cook?

Some.

Where were you before this?

Huachinango.

Dumbass, which restaurant?

Oh, the Sanborns in Puebla.

Damn, a Michelin chef!

Hey, everyone! We got
a Michelin chef over here!

You can make good money here,
but you gotta hustle.

Hey, Max.
About yesterday...

Get the fuck away from me.

I just wanted
to say I'm sorry, man.

You're sorry...

No you're not...

but you're gonna be.

Man, when
someone apologizes

you have to accept it.

You pulled a knife on me
and I have to accept it?

It's in the Bible.

Or the Koran?

Come on, paisa!
We're breading.

- Do you know how?
- Sure, dude.

What's up, Pedrito?

- Are you good, papi?
- What's up, Ratoncito?

- See you in a bit.
- You got it, papi.

Is it going well, isn't it?

For me?

How are you, guys?

Go, go, go, go, go.

Come on, paisa.
Finish the breading.

Make sure it's nice and even.
I'll go get the pasta.

Pedro!

Yes, chef.

I don't give two
fucks about what happened

between you and Max.

It's all good, chef.
We shook on it...

I really don't give
a fuck. I'm not interested.

But listen here.

Listen carefully.

We both know you
can cook, yeah?

Thanks, chef.

That makes
no difference to me.

There's plenty hungry
motherfuckers killing

for a job right outside here.

So, from now on I'm gonna keep
a close eye on your fuckups.

Three strikes

and it's the Times Square
jungle for you. Got that?

Yes, chef.

And if you ever use
one of my knives again

for something other
than cutting food,

I'm gonna cut
your dick off with it.

Ok, chef. You are the boss.

May I help you?

Are you looking for someone?

I just cleaned that side.

I just cleaned that.

Just, leave it!

Can I help you?

Amigo!

Are you looking for someone?
Do you speak English?

You new here?

No, not that new.

What's your name?

Aren't you supposed
to be working?

You are a barrel

filled with laughs,
aren't you?

A barrel of laughs.
You say "a". A!

Ah... barrel of laughs.

Right. Right.

If we were
in Mexico, you'd say...

"You had clown for breakfast".

Go on, say it.

We're not in Mexico.

It doesn't
matter, say it.

"You had clown for breakfast".

I've seen you looking at me.

I'm Pedro.

I'm sorry.

- Need a hand, dude?
- Thanks.

Now, what asshole
C.E.O. decided everyone

should be able to eat lobster?

I mean, not everyone
was meant to eat lobster

in this life, in this world.
You know?

That's the saddest
thing I've heard today.

Did you know
they used to be considered

poor man's meat?

Less than a hundred years ago,

lobster was
the chicken of the sea.

Fishermen gave lobster
away to bums in the docks.

They used it as bait to catch
snapper and bass, but...

just like coffee
with fucking milk

started getting
called a macchiato.

One day, some rich asshole
decides to slum it,

eats some chicken of the sea.
Calls it a delicacy.

And now, every white-trash
piece-of- shit tourist

comes to New York to take
his photo in Times Square

so he can show his fat family
in Iowa how once he too,

could afford lobster.
You follow me?

Just pray you don't live
to see Chicken McNuggets

on a bed of lettuce
sold for $40.

I'm Julia.

I'm glad.

How come you know
so much shit?

Did you make it up?

What?

I'm not asking you to...

I know, you said, but--

Where'd you get that?

Don't worry about it.

I want you to have it.
I want you to.

Just...
are you sure you want to?

I mean, are you sure?
Can we think about it?

I told you I'm going today.
Jesus!

All right! Fine!
I'll come with you.

I don't need you
to come with me...

Somebody has to.

I don't want you
to come with me.

I don't think it's optional.

I need you to stop opening
doors for me,

and letting me walk before
you and paying for shit.

I've got arms and I've got
legs and I don't want--

I don't need you to come
to the clinic with me. Please!

I wanted to see
what it looked like

before we dump
it in the trash.

- Fuck you.
- Yes!

You're so fucked up!

You too!

You're not
gonna get this money back.

Hello?
Mom, is that you?

- Who is this?
- It's me, Pedro.

Pedro, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

That's nice.
Your dad's eyesight is better.

I'm glad you called.

He'll be happy you remembered
his birthday.

Yeah, that's why I called.

Let's hope he
recognizes you.

He's been a little...

His blood pressure shot up,

we had to take
him to urgent care.

I'll put him on.

Sure, but hang on, Mom!

- Take care, son.
- Mom?

I'm going to be a bit late

sending you money...

Mom?

- What's up?
- Dad?

It's me... Pedro.

How are you?

What do you want?

I just wanted to...

Guess what, Dad?

I'm going to be a father.

You're going to be
a grandfather again.

Dad?

That's good, son.

I'm glad to hear it.

It's a boy.

A boy.

He looks so beautiful
in his mom's belly.

And, guess what?
I'm going to name him José.

I want to name him José.
Just like you.

That's nice.

Congratulations.

It's a fine name.

Hey, Dad?

What is it, son?

Happy birthday.

All right, then.

You don't have 800 greens
I can borrow, do you?

Not just slow, but broke too.

Listen up, you animals!
Get to work, shitfuckers!

Your husband's
calling, Martín!

Does Luis
know about this?

- Yeah.
- Chef?

I can call
Soda Man if you want.

That's not our job.

I don't mind, chef.
I can call him.

- That's management's job.
- It will be faster!

- That's management's job!
- I know It's not our job,

but it will be faster.

- Chef.
- What?

If you go inside a dark room
with only one match,

and in this room
there is a fireplace,

an oil lamp and a candle...

which one do you light first?

Fireplace, oil lamp or candle?

I don't have time for this.

Hold this.

Thanks.

All right, just
tell them Cherry Coke's out.

All right.

Albanian!

What did you do with
the fucking warehouse keys?

- Give me a break, man.
- Hey, chill, man.

Don't be smacking shit.

You're wasting my time.

Do you have them
or not, dipshit?

Yes, I got em right here.

Yeah, I got em here.

Fuck your mother!

Son of a bitch...

What's so funny, assholes?

You know what?

How 'bout that?

- What are you looking at?
- Fuck your mother!

- Is that how it is?
- Yeah.

Hey, Samira.
Lick my balls!

Right back atcha.

Get the gesture right.

Lick my balls, asshole!

My balls in your rice.

My balls are like raspberries,
juicy, fruity, what a beauty!

Balls, bollocks, balls!

Those are some blue balls!

Eat a bag of dicks.

Eat a bag of dicks?

"It'sabagadicks".

Who, me? So are you!

Moroca, Liridon send you a gift.

Fuck your mother, bullshit.

Fuck your mother
with your gift.

Sanborns, you want this?

Up yours, dipshit!

Where's that massissi, by the way?

- Massissi!
- Mariachi!

Mariachis, mariachis!

Samira,
here's a rag. Wipe yourself off.

Watch the splash zone,
dickhead!

Too much girth
for you, Ramírez!

Anytime, jackass!

Subnormal, flattering,
sycophants, jerks.

Fag, lout, chump!

Nitwit, fuckface, bonehead!

Simpleton, miscreant,
pipsqueak!

Suck my pipsqueak!

English, motherfucker!

Speak English!

Hey, Max... hey, hey, hey.

You came to America
to speak English, right?

Mhm, yes.

- Fucking speak it!
- Hey, take it easy.

Max.

They're just playing, man.
Calm down.

What?

Hey, Max...

Don't get
your panties in a bunch.

Have another one.

Do not fuck with me.

Oh, come on.

You know what
your problem is?

You've been here too long.

How long you' been here?

Seven, eight years?

That's way too long, man.

You need a change of scenery.
You have to move to...

To Cancún, man!

- You and all your friends.
- Enough, Pedro!

You need
to head on back to your work

and shut the fuck up.

Oh...

Don't worry about
my work, man.

My work is fine.
My work is super fine.

That's enough, brother, let's go.

That's enough.

You know what I think
your problem is?

Brown people scare you.

Boo!

You keep calling it America,
but America's not a country.

Enough!

Back to work, now!

Pedro!

Pedro!

That's one.

Two more and...

you're out
of my fucking kitchen!

Come on, Sanborns.

We're on chow duty.

That asshole,
Max, what's his problem?

He's a piece of shit.

No.

He's a stand-up guy.

He stood up for Ratón
when they almost fired him

for missing work
when his wife got sick.

Max threatened
to quit if they fired him.

Did you stand up for him?

Did you?

Max, was the only one.

He's a decent guy.

If he's as
nice as you say,

why does he want
to beat you up?

I can't say I blame him.

What's up, Pedrito?

What are you
poisoning us with?

There was duck and dick,

but we're out of duck.

There was duck?

Salvador said
his mom made that one.

She made a single fry?

La Cochinada, bro.

It's Salvador's
mom recipe.

No wonder he left home.

Don't you feel some kind of...

any type of internal conflict

with this witch hunt about
this whole money thing?

Ok, let's say you're
an accountant

and you find $823.78 missing.

Let's say you find out.
What do you do?

Just go Oh, what the heck!

I think...

You just
say What the heck?

- Hey, Mark, Mark....
- My responsibility,

is to collect the money.

There's a whole
system in place.

The receipts don't match up
with the amount of money,

so that's why
we're looking into it.

It's not
fair, but do you think

Mark is gonna say that?

- He won't.
- Never, never.

I feel...

that the way that we've been
kind of like talking in here

is kind of like...

- it's you guys straight away.
- Obviously.

We're just trying
to have a conversation.

It's not about that, Mark.

The interview list...
Is it a color gradient?

Does it go from dark to light?

From this end to that end?

Yes, my brother! Speak!

You've been
interviewed, right?

Yeah, I have.

You've been
interviewed, right?

Holy shit, Nonzo!

I'm sorry I'm a white
male, that is the accountant,

but I am not responsible
for the procedure here.

So you're coming down
on the wrong guy.

At the same time,
bro, the worst thing that

can happen to you
if you get fired,

the worst thing that
can happen to us

is we get fired and we
get a ticket back home.

What would
you do differently

to what's being done?

I'd blame you.

- Can we please,
- Yes, chef, yes...

please stop
talking about this shit?

I'm sick of this fucking shit.

And, you know damn
good and well...

Never mind...

Fucking Rashid, man.

He's got a full menu here,

- yet he keeps chasing white girls.
- Bullshit!

You got Blacks, here.

- Oh, Black girls.
- You got Dominicans,

- Italians.
- Come on, man!

What can I say?

I like gringas,
I can't help it.

It's stupid, going
for the gringas.

The gringa is a lot
of woman, Ratón.

A whole lotta woman.

The way they look at you,
like you're a fucking idiot,

and then you go and act
like a fucking idiot.

It's the whiteness, Ratón.

I don't care if they
say we're all equal,

all of us God's children.
That's just not true.

These girls,
natural-born gringas,

they're out of this world.

They're simply better,
made with care.

If we're honest,
if we stop lying to ourselves,

they're closer to what God
first intended, man.

Those are big words.

I mean it!

They're made from
quality materials,

not the fucking scraps.

Look at their skin,

it ain't rough.
Their hair ain't frizzy.

They smell good.

Like fancy stores,
like a brand-new car.

They can speak English,
they can write it, too.

Ever noticed
how nice it sounds

when these white girls
speak English?

Fucking Chava, man!

Find yourself an alien, dude.

You guys don't know shit.

Pedrito, what's your
take on this paisano?

He could use some tequila
in his veins, huh?

- He does?
- Mhm...

How come?

Because he likes gringas
better than our...

You know, our...

- Our what?
- Say it!

- What?
- Forget it.

You can say it.

Dark skins,
Indians, Totonacas,

Chichimecas,
Tlaxcaltecas, Nahualas.

See? It's not a big deal.

Bullshit, man!

There's no one as a correct
as a gringo, right... Luis?

Oh, sorry, Lewis.

There's
nothing more Mexican

than groveling to the whites.

Just ask Moctezuma.

His lung blew out.

No, I'm just... I'm here.

Here at work.
What do you mean where?

What?

Why can't I just call
to see if...

Okay.

Listen, I'm not gonna...
Listen!

I'm not gonna make it home
earlier after all.

I... I...

Wait, baby. I...

Because I can't, Abe.
I'm working.

I know.
I know I did, but I can't.

Don't do that.

Don't do that, please. I...

I'm not up to... Abe.

I'm not up to...

I know I...

It's not my fault, It's not...

It's not... For fuck's sake!

They called me in today.

Did he hit on you?

Could you talk to him?

I mean, I was only here
for like half a day, anyway.

He's playing detective.

There's like a bunch
of money missing

There's money missing.

- from last night.
- And Luis is...

He's probably having a blast.

He is having a blast.

'Cause he feels like
he has some power.

I'm gonna talk to him,
because it's definitely not...

Definitely,
It's none of my girls.

It's fucking stupid
that we have to spend like

- half an hour on...
- Hey...

Can we talk?

Not now.

- Come on. I said I'm sorry.
- No!

I heard you.

You're beautiful, white girl.

We'll talk later.

- Come on, we need to talk.
- Dude!

She said no!

We'll talk later.
I'll look for you out there.

Come on, give it back.

Come on, stop fucking around.
I'm hungry!

You're not eating this shit.

I made you something.

- Me.
- I told her...

Mhm...

Mhm...

You're an ugly fucker.

But you like me.

You have a tiny penis.

But you like it.

I should bring you
home to meet my mother.

I have to leave
right after lunch service.

Couldn't even
get the night off.

For fuck's sake.

Ok. I'll take you.

Okay.

But...

- But...
- But?

- I've been thinking.
- Fuck that. Don't!

- Listen, please listen!
- Don't think.

I don't want a baby!

I don't want a fucking baby!

You don't want a baby,
or you don't want my baby?

I don't want any baby and
I don't want to talk about it.

- Ever!
- I just want one thing,

- please!
- You said you wanted

- to get the money.
- I did.

I didn't ask you to do that,
so it doesn't entitle you.

I know, but listen.
This isn't...

Isn't what?

Fair?

- No, no.
- No, it's not.

You canna carry it?

You wanna squeeze it
out of your pussy?

I know. Another cliché.

- Fuck off!
- What?

What? Mexican macho?

- Yeah, exactly.
- Yes, but...

No, no, no! Wait, wait!

I just want you to hear me.
Just hear me!

Fuck!

I'm losing my mind!

I can't even fucking cry
in Spanish, goddamnit!

Hey...

I have to cry in English,

you see?

Because you will not
come to me.

I have to come to you.

Always.

You will never cross
over to me.

Hey.

Hey, I'm here.

We fucked, I have
your child in me.

How is that not close?

It's not.

You don't know
what this is like.

You don't have to make
an effort to speak.

My head hurts, everyday.

You don't have to do that.

You just get up and come
and talk and go home.

Right, 'cause I
just talk for my tips,

suck a little dick
and go home?

- Wait.
- You think your head's

the only head that hurts?

I have nothing smart
to say right now.

Just that I would like
you to hear

why I even consider that not
stopping this child today

might be something
nice worth your time.

Because, you see,

I think he can be
the only nice thing

ever to come out
of this place.

You don't know me.

I know that.

- No.
- I do know that.

No, you don't.

You think you know, you don't.

I was married
for seven months

when I was eighteen.

Started getting these attacks.

Every night, when my husband
was asleep, I'd wake up...

cold fear climbing
through my body like...

ants...

taking over the whole of me.

From my toes,

my legs,

to my...

pussy, to my tummy,

y tits, up my neck,

Till my head
would catch fire just...

a fucking
bottomless pit like...

like death

coming for me in the form
of little ants climbing,

spreading, colonizing
my whole body.

‘You ever felt like that?

Now, when I'm here,
mid- shift or whatever,

and it gets to be too much,

I come in here

and I just stand very still.

And if you wait long enough...

You cross over
to another place.

And it's like you're
inside nothing.

And then you
can see things shine,

like a ship in cold water.

Glaciers or some shit.

You see?

I see.

Come with me.

To Mexico.

Get out of this place.

Forever.

I know a place

so beautiful,

you can't describe it.

Tell me in Spanish.

It's called Perla Negra.

It's close to a popular beach
that the hippies

and the rich kids
ruined for everyone,

but my Perla Negra
is still a virgin.

Nothing but
black sand and jungle.

The sand shines
like obsidian,

and blinds you
when the sun hits.

I'll take you there, white girl.

We'll get the fuck out.

We'll cater to dumb
tourists over the winter

and live off of that
the rest of the year.

The kid running around naked,

speaking English
to the Germans

and Spanish with his dad.

And you...

the only white girl in town.

Everybody treats you
with respect.

And me, for being your man.
The one who caught you.

A white girl with a deep tan.

You won't have to wait
a single table ever again.

We can start over.

Nobody knows
anything about us.

Nothing but respect.

And the kid... cute as hell.

Beautiful baby.

Blond, like his mom.

He is our teacher.

You love being his mother
and learning from him.

And we don't owe anybody

anything.

Don't go to the clinic
after lunch rush.

Not today.

Let's just go for...
a walk in the Park.

We take some bread

and feed the
ducks or something.

There's no ducks.
The lake's frozen, dummy.

Wait for me outside
after lunch rush.

Ok?

Okay?

Say you'll wait for me.

Say it.

I'll wait for you.

Back to work, shitheads!

Where have you been?
I missed you.

What's this, Sanborns?
You're not done yet?

Carry on, carry on.

Please don't pay attention.

I'm not being here, right?

New cook!

Are you new here?

Yes.

It's hot in here, no?

Yes, very.

Never mind that.

I pay you well, you do
good work for me. Ok?

Yes.

Pedro here, he's been uh...

- working here for two...?
- Three.

- Three.
- Three years.

Three years.

Sometime soon, ok?

We help Pedro with the papers?

Get him legal. Ok?

Yes, of course.
That would be...

You keep up the good work.

Yeah.

New cook!

Answer me this:

If you have only one match

and you walk into
a cold, dark room

where there is a fireplace,

a lamp of oil

and a candle...

Which one do you light first?

The candle.

The match.

The match! You get it?

The match!

The match, he said.

You light the match.

Carry on, please.

Oh, the match.

All right, people:
service is open!

Yes, chef!

You found who took my money?

Getting close.

Two sesame fried calamari!

One shrimp of oyster po'boy!

Two sesame fried
calamari, Chef!

Two classics, medium.
Three mushroom bacon burgers.

Two classics, three
mushrooms coming, chef!

Let's go!

Working, six Philly!

I need four
fish with chips,

one order of buffalo wings!

Four fish with chips,
one order of wings!

Tortellini and
meatballs for two!

Tortellini working,
chef! For two!

One order mussles,
three-chicken curry coming.

One order of mussels,

three roasted curry
chicken.

House green salad for two!

Two house green salads!

Fish and chips with
an extra order of fries,

three Margherita pizzas!

Fish and chips
plus order of fries!

Three Margherita
pizzas coming up, Chef!

Give me
two fish and chips!

Two fish and chips, Chef!

Are these my tortellini?

Yes! Wanna go dancing tonight?

You and me? My treat.

I need my tortellini!

I'll show you
a good time, white girl.

No habla español.

- Salvador!
- Yes, chef!

Tortellini
and meatballs for three!

Working!

Two chickens noodle soup!

- Is that mine?
- Yeah.

Rice with pork!

Cheeseburger for four!

Can I ask you something?

- Can I get my food?
- Why Pedro?

Three surf and turf,
and four classics!

Food!

Three surf and turf,
and four classics!

- Two shrimp pastas!
- Almost done.

It's coming up.

Is the po' boy ready?

Just one second,
you only just ordered it.

Here you go, white girl.
One on the pass.

Fuck!

Can I grab
my fish and chips?

This is mine, baby girl.

I'm missing my fish
and chips for two.

He can't hear you.

Fish and chips for two!

Come back when
you got a fucking voice!

Three Margherita pizzas
and one Caprese salad!

What are you doing here?

Get out of here!
You didn't prep your marinara?

Three Margherita
pizzas coming up, Chef!

This is missing pasta!

What are we, a
five-dollar strip club?

You wanna send
out some naked veal?

Dress that shit up now!

Yes, chef!

Plate the fucking pasta,
for fuck's sake!

Are these mine?

Yes, tortellini.

You want fries
with that shake?

Damn, girl!

You sure
like 'em white girls.

You can't hog 'em all.

My chicken Marsala order is ready?

The creamy chicken!

The creamy Marsala!

We're talking
about something important!

- I'll be right back.
- Learn some manners.

I need my curry chicken!

Pedro, we're
running out of chicken.

Cold storage. Move it.

Cold storage! Run!

Fuck!

Where's cold storage?

Move!

Where's the chicken, Martín?

Back there, hustle!

Hey!
Look where the fuck you' goin'!

I'm behind you!

Hey, is that Mexican
harassing you?

No!

It's nothing,
don't worry about it.

We can file
a complaint with Luis.

No, come on!
You're crazy!

- Shit!
- No!

Not Cherry Coke!

I told you no Cherry Coke!

Chef! Chef!

- Complaints about the pizza.
- What?

The pizza's
undercooked.

Martin!

Goddamnit! Fuckin
pizza's undercooked again!

It's not possible, chef.

It's fucking possible. Fix it!

You got that
cheesecake for me, Nonzi?

Oh, I've been waiting
for you all winter, baby.

Thank you.

Hey, gorgeous!

- What?
- You know what

Rashid said to me today?

- What?
- He said he's gonna

help me with my papers.

- Get legal.
- Shut up!

- He said that?
- He said that!

It's gonna happen this time.

Come here!

One classic comb!

Coming up!

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

♪ Happy birthday
Happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Uh!

Cherry Coke?

Enjoy.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

What are you doing?

I don't know,
I have to put the...

What are you trying to order?

Ahm, this.

Are you guys, uh...
Do you know what you want?

Oh, yes!

I think we all agreed
on the white pizza, right?

I'm not making
a scene, Becky.

I'm just trying to get us
our fucking food!

Yes? I'm talking to you!

Yeah?

- I didn't order this.
- Oh...

They've been waiting
for 20 minutes for their food.

It's the
chicken Marsala?

Yes! It's the fucking
chicken Marsala!

- Okay.
- Please!

- Two broccoli soups.
- Two broccoli soups!

Come on, hurry up.

- Chef!
- What?

Can somebody
fix that fucking thing?

Somebody's gonna slip.

Management's job.
Is not my problem.

Not your problem?
Unbelievable!

I told you bitches,
no fucking Cherry Coke!

Two Cesar salads!

Hey! Don't yell
at her like that!

Where the fuck do
you think you are?

Come back here when
you get some manners.

Give me some of that.

Look where you're going!

What the fuck
are you doing, Ratón?

We'll have to do them again,
we're trying to work here!

Your job is to wash dishes.

All you do is eat, eat, eat!

Fucking lowlife!

Learn your place, asshole.

My roasted Marsala ready?

Be careful!

Where the fuck were you?

I was getting your chicken!

All the way from Huachinango?

My chicken Marsala, please!

What?

My three-chicken Marsala.

You speak
Spanish, right?

We serve in Spanish here.

Three-chicken Marsala!

When did you order them?

Twenty minutes ago.

You were singing
with that other guy!

- Bullshit, come back in five.
- Of course I did!

You can't just
stand there and watch me work!

I'm staying here.

"I'm staying here".

"I'm staying here".

Excuse me,
I need to talk to you.

Oh, yeah!
Fuck, yeah.

Thanks, buddy.

Come on! Let's go!

Chef!
Chef!

Twenty minutes ago,
Laura ordered

three Marsalas from Pedro

they're not ready and
the customers complained.

Pedro! What's this I'm hearing
about a late fucking order?

She's lying, chef.
She didn't order anything.

I don't wanna
hear it, all right?

Where's the goddamn food?

It's here! It's ready!

One chicken,

two chickens,

three-chicken.

What's the
fucking problem?

We're all happy now?

Come on, get it out!

- Are you happy?
- Shut up.

Fucking asshole.

Agr!

Pay attention, mami!

Let's go! Go, go, go!

I can't work like this!

This is ridiculous!

You're too old, sweetie!

- Too old and too dumb!
- Shut up, jerk!

This is a young
person's job. Go home!

Pedro, for fuck's sake!

I'm just teasing her, chef.

Come on, we could all
use some cheering up.

- Come on!
- It's Friday. It's fucked.

Do the Spanish Spangled
Banner thing, chef.

Come on, for your crew.

That's enough, man. Come on!

Hey, we're going on strike
until Chef sings the anthem.

- Anthem! Anthem!
- Fuck, yeah!

Anthem! Anthem!
Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem!
Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem!

Anthem! Anthem!

♪ Oh, say can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ And the red glare of rockets, ♪

♪ The bombs bursting in air... ♪

♪ Gave proof through the night
That our flag ♪

♪ Was still there. ♪

♪ Oh, say does that star-spangled ♪

♪ Banner yet wave ♪

♪ O'er the land of the free ♪

♪ And the home of the brave? ♪

Hey! Hey!

Wait for me outside, okay?

The Park. Lake. Ducks.

There are no ducks.

Oh, shit.
That's right.

Come here. Come here.

Back to work, shitheads!

Hey, Sanborns!
You burned it!

You burned the chicken!
Get it together.

I need you to get
those plates out of there.

Get your act together!

Come on!

Can you hear me?

- Hurry up!
- Don't just stand there!

Snap out of it!
What are you doing, Sanborns?

The orders are piling up!

Out of my way, slag!

No, no, no!
That's my cutting board.

Get one from the warehouse.
The warehouse!

A little humanity
now and then wouldn't hurt!

Share it!

Are you praying, Mexican?

He can't hear you.

It's his lunch break.

Yeah, no.
He never answers anyway.

Hey, share it!

Come on.

And one for the road.

Hey, Casablanca...

Help a brother out.

Enough "share it"!

Fucking Mexicans, all the time
"share it". What?

I look like Salvation Army?

Hey, Casablanca,
don't be like that.

Your things are not really
your things. Come on.

Just the one.

Thanks, cutie.

So...

The logs.

They say that yesterday
you worked the evening shift

and you worked
Till number 4. Right?

The thing is I've been made
privy to some information

that makes me be...

Okay?

Not so sure it wasn't you.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

And I would like
to be sure it wasn't you.

I know that earlier this week

you were asking around

to borrow money
for an abortion.

And that the amount that
you were asking for

was very close to
the amount of money

that was taken from
Till number 4 yesterday.

- Suspiciously close.
- Who told you that?

That's my private life.
You don't get to just...

Fuck you!

Be nice, now.

I didn't take
the fucking money.

Yeah, thanks.
But that's no proof.

Well, I didn't.

Okay, then,
where did you get it?

None of your business.

The guy who knocked you up?

None of your fucking business!

Pedro knocked you up, huh?

Oh, Julia! Fuck!

You're doing the
right thing though!

What?

Sit down.
We're not done here.

So, you can either talk to me
or you can talk to the cops.

It's up to you.

I swear I'm about
done with this place.

As soon as I get
my papers in order,

"bye, motherfuckers".

What are you
complaining for?

It's the same thing
everywhere else.

You come in,
you talk to people,

You think you are going
to be friends all life.

And then you go away.

You never call them again.

It's the same thing
with being tired,

you won't
remember being tired

after you leave this place.

You can be pretty

clever sometimes,
Ratoncito.

Try this on.

Clever guy, clever guy.

Clever guy.

Clever guy, clever guy.

Clever guy, clever guy.

Cut it out, man.

- Pedro!
- Clever guy!

Pedro!

Pedro!

Quit it!

- Clever guy!
- For fuck's sake!

Fuck!

Holy shit!

Wait, no more!

All right, no more.

Hey, bastards!

Son of a bitch!

Are you okay, man?
Take it easy.

We're working here, fucking child.

Enough!

Hey, I'm sorry
we got off on the wrong foot, Ok?

I apologize
if I crossed the line.

I just...

I think you're doing
the right thing

not keeping it, is all.

Guy like that.

He's always looking
for a way in. Any way in.

And I don't blame him.

But you don't want to be
his way in. Trust me.

You don't want
to have his baby

just so he can become legal.

- It's not like that.
- For you, maybe.

But for him?

You know, these guys, they
have a saying in the kitchen.

They say:

"You're the love of my Visa".

"You're the love of my Visa”,
instead of my life.

They say that shit
all the time.

Oh... I know these guys.

Like I said, I don't blame'em.

These poor bastards gambled
everything to come here.

Nothing to fall back on.

I know'em 'cause
my dad was them.

He never got his gringa, though.

But that's okay.

Look...

as much as I agree with you
about wanting

to get rid of it,

I can't let you
keep the money.

It wasn't his to give.

You don't know
anything about him.

You don't know that he stole it.

I know that these guys
don't walk around

with that kind of cash.

You don't know
that he stole it!

Julia, I like Pedro too.

He's a fun guy.

Everybody knows that.

But he's a fucking
bastard, too.

And I know
you know that.

Julia, you're as
smart as they come.

You figured him out.

- I don't have the money.
- Come on.

- I don't have it.
- He gave it to you!

Yeah.

But I used it
at the clinic already. So...

Hey! Samira. Nonz.

Come here. Come here.

Do you have the...?
Let me grab a couple.

Hey, do you want a beer?

Chava here
is embarrassed

to tell us his dream.

Shit, man!

What? It's the truth.

Here, right now.

Right now!

We all have a chance to dream.

Come on.

Somebody tell us a dream.

Nobody's gonna laugh.

Just here between us.

Nobody else will know.

Come on.

It's all quiet.

No orders coming
in on the machine.

No Rashid.

Just us here.

God gave us the chance.
Just today, to share a dream.

Come on.
Somebody?

You are wasting time, Mexican.

What'd she say?

So, what?

Who cares if I'm wasting
my time?

I have 70 years ahead of me,
I have time to spare.

Ratón, what do you see?

What do I see?

I see a little house.

A little house.

- Like a...
- Like a gingerbread house?

- No?
- A garage.

Yeah.

That's where I fix things.

Fix clocks, electronics.

That's a hobby, man!

I'm talking about a dream.

Nobody bothers me there.

Something more.

You want more.

I feel sorry for you, Ratón.

Chavita?

Don't make me beg.

Money.

Money, Pedrito.

When I have money,
I'm a swell guy.

I'm so generous.
I love the whole world.

You're an idiot.

How can you talk about money
and dreams in the same breath?

Samira?

My girl.

- I dream of Martha.
- Yeah, but...

she's your girl.

I mean, you have to dream
of something else.

Something more.

If you knew what a pain it was
to get her to go out with me.

No.

Martha.

Fuck!

All right, Nonz?

- One dream. Go.
- Listen, Pedro.

I'm gonna tell you something.

A dream, just a dream.

I'm gonna tell you something.

And I'm gonna be
honest with you.

Okay?

You're a pig.

I don't like you.

OK. Fuck you very much.

No, no. Let me finish.
Let me finish.

You're mean.
You go crazy during Rush.

You pick fights
and always yelling shit.

But...

now... it's quiet.

Now we're on break.

Now I guess...

I can get to know you
a little.

I still think
you're a pig, but...

maybe not so much now.

Yeah, I understand.

You think people
are pigs. I understand.

You wanna know
what I dream about?

I dream about disappearing.

But where to? Where do you go?

Listen.
I'm gonna tell you a story.

And... it's a real story. Ok?

The first of two times

people ever saw
the alien ray of light

was about 100 years ago.

A man from Napoli

he came to this place by boat,
like all the other wops.

Arrived at Ellis Island.

He wakes
to the honk of the ship,

goes out to deck

and sees her.

The big girl with
the crown and the torch.

He reads the sign:

“Give me all your tired,
all your poor,

your huddled masses
yearning to breathe...

All that bullshit.

He smiles. Thinks:

“It's gonna be alright”.

But in Italian.

A couple hours later

he's standing in line

inside the crowded
Immigration Office.

Same as JFK now.
Hours and hours. Waiting.

People in uniform yelling
where to go, where not to go.

Until his turn comes.

One officer asks him
the questions.

You all know the questions.

“How many family
members travelling with you?”

“Have you ever thought
about killing the president?”

“Do you like it up
the asshole?”

“Are you willing
to mow our lawns?”

The Neapolitan, he answers
with the help of a translator.

Yes. Yes. No. Yes.

All is going well.

Until, suddenly,
the Neapolitan sneezes.

Politely he covers his mouth.
Only, instead of a hand,

he reveals: a stump.

An ugly fleshy stump,

half-wrapped
in a rotting cloth,

tied together
with a shoestring.

Immigration Officer realizes

this motherfucker
is missing a hand.

He goes up to him and marks
a big X on his chest

with a piece of chalk.

Next thing he knows,
he's in a cage

full of chalk people
with big chalk X's.

The rejects.

The Neapolitan, he begs
the officers to let him stay.

He's a good worker.

He can work with one hand.

Twice as hard.
Three times as hard.

He yells, he cries,
and nobody answers.

And that's where it happens.

Among the rejects.

The Neapolitan looks around,
and all he sees

are strange forms of people
like he's never seen before.

Small red-skinned men

with dots inside
their foreheads.

Big, black, shirtless men
with tattooed faces.

A supernatural fear
grabs him by the throat

and he's sure... he's sure
he's about to die.

He hears a ringing inside
of his ears and POOF.

His eardrums explode
inside his skull.

Everything turns white.

He forgets his name,
why he's here,

or what “Being”
and “here” even mean.

He drags himself
over to the window.

He looks out. Big clouds

just hanging over the island.

Waves just...
crashing against the rocks.

And he prays.

He prays hard.

But his God does not answer.

And then...

a green ray of light
splits the sky in two,

makes its way all the
way down to the window

where the
Neapolitan is standing.

An alien light.

For like ten seconds,

everyone sees him bathed

in this beautiful
green ray of light.

It's overwhelming.

And then,
the clouds cover over it.

It's gone.

But so is the Neapolitan.

He's not there.

He vanished like Houdini.

Nowhere to be found.

- Is that--?
- Months later,

the Neapolitan is
seen making pizza

in a joint in Bensonhurst,

where he lived
for the rest of his days.

Nobody ever knew
how he got there...

And well, the Neapolitan
never wanted to talk about it.

About the alien ray that

crossed him over
to the other side.

And he was never
the same again.

He carried with him,

until the day he died,

a sadness.

Like a scar.

But,

from time to time,

he glowed.

What'd he say?

That's not a dream, my friend.

That's a fucking nightmare,
whatever the fuck that means.

You told me
to tell you a dream.

It's not my fault
it's a nightmare.

Your turn, Pedro.

We're waiting for your dream.

Me?

Yeah, asshole. You're up.

Yeah, here's
the United Nations

General Assembly! Right?

You have Morocco, Mexico,
Colombia, and the Bronx.

Brooklyn.

Yeah. We're all here.
War is over.

All the soldiers
have gone home now.

We have time. Plenty of time.

There's a million-dollar prize
for the best answer.

Me, I want Martha,

Salvador wants money,

Ratón wants a
gingerbread house,

Nonzo... I don't understand
what the fuck you want, man.

The U.N. wants
to know your dream.

All of this, gone?

You come round 49th
and there's no kitchen.

There's nothing but a big hole
in the ground, like you said.

Come on, man.
What's your dream?

We're all ears, motherfucker.

Shh. Let me think.

Julia!

Where the fuck you' going?

- Julia!
- We were...

I don't know
what you see in him.

That guy is
a fucking time bomb.

One day you'll see,
he will just...

You tell me,

what was
the point of all that?

Mhm?

What was the second time?

What?

You said there
were two times

when the green ray was seen.

What was
the second time?

I don't know
what I said, man.

Maybe a piece of clothing.

But like, you
have eyes as well?

Or are they the
soul or the essence?

I think you might be like
the essence.

I just don't see...

Ok, would you
go into a house

that has a wall of eyes?

No, but you
wouldn't see the eyes.

It's like a painting.

Like, that's why
it's so creepy...

I said two shots of tequila.

Guys...

We should watch
really a bad reality show,

there's one called
Too hot to Handle

- No!
- Yes!

It's people
who can't fuck

each other but really want to.

Ok, there's
actually this scene

where the guy's
presenting himself,

and they ask him
what are you most proud of?

And he's like:

My dick is the size
of a spray can.

And there's a whole
scene of him going:

Pss for like
two full minutes.

No!

Hey. I wanted to tell
you that I thought of you.

I've been thinking about you.

Sorry I yelled
at you this morning.

I don't want you
to be angry anymore.

Come on.

It hurts me when we fight.

It hurts me and it makes me...

makes me wanna stay away.

I don't wanna stay away.

Will you forgive me?

Come on.

Come on!

Please!

Please. Please! Please!

Just try and relax for me.

I can't see properly
if you push.

There.

Ten weeks.

We're good to go.

- Ten weeks?
- Yeah, by my count.

We're gonna give you a shot

and you're gonna
feel a little sleepy.

And then we're
gonna start. Okay?

Ok.

Are they gonna hurt me?

Just breathe.

Lucy!

Hey, Lucy!

Christoph!

Samira!

Yeah?

Your father's
looking for you!

Who's the Mr. Chef here?

He's the same
as fucking last week, man.

- Over there.
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Albania, you're up!

Uh?

Luis is waiting for you.

Oh, fuck.

Hey. How did it go, man?

Fucking bastards.

If they think they can
accuse me of stealing...

Hello. Mr. Chef. Sorry to barge in.

I don't like asking around,

but they took my
pension this year.

Uh, not long ago
I worked for City Bank.

I got my papers and all.
Just look, see.

Gotta carry your papers.
I always carry my papers, see?

I carry mine.

There's too many phonies.

Myself... I worked in
Customer Care customer care.

Before the speculating suits

threw us out on
the street, you see?

Ok. Salvador!

Yes, Chef?

Give this gentleman a bowl of soup.

Staff soup.

Dog chow. You got it, chef.

Come over here.

Good night, Mr. Chef.

I'm waiting to see
what's going to happen

in the investment markets.

Maybe I'll get back

into that business,
you never know.

We're in for a shitolad
of turd here for the next

the President says two years.

But it's gonna take ten years

to pay the Chinese
debt off alone.

And if we stay in the
Middle East any longer then,

hell, we may as
well just fold it all up

because it costs so much money

that they don't
even have facilities

for people like me. See?

I see.

What's he saying?

Give me that. Give me that.

That shit will kill you faster
than starving, abuelo.

I don't do drugs,
see? I won't do drugs.

I don't have
any mental problems.

except for the normal
emotional problems

that you're not supposed
to have anyway.

They addressed me in the park,

I wasn't crying or raging.

I don't do that.

And they politely asked:

“Do you have
emotional problems?”

Of course.

We all do. We all goddamn do.

But what they wanna do

is they wanna get
you in their programs

so that they can participate
with the drug companies'

pushing of their drugs
to the American public

and get you hooked
on Zoloft or Alprazolam

or whatever the hell
they prescribe nowadays.

Why?

Because the whole business
of business is business.

You know? This plate

will take at least 500
years to decompose.

Yeah.

Which, if you
think about it...

Five hundred years ago,

this here place,
this exact place

right here, was what?

Injun' land.

Lenape probably.

Bunch of savages
running around half naked.

Right here.
Middle of Times Square.

Half naked.

Picture that.

Yeah, yeah. Out.

Fuck off, come on.

It's just a piece of chicken.

Mr. Rashid gave you permission

to give his lobsters away?

No. But we throw
hundreds away every day.

Then, who said you could?

What's the big problem?

Are we going bust
over a couple of tails?

They're thirty-nine fifty.

Okay. I'll pay.

Come on. Get out.

They're thirty-nine fifty.

Get out!

- And I'm the Chef.
- I'll pay for it myself.

No one else!

That's two strikes, you hear?

Two!

One more and you're out.
That's it.

You understand?

All right, everybody
get back to work!

- Service opens in 5!
- Yes, chef!

What are you
looking at, Sanborns?

Pedro, you're up.

Pedro, Luis is waiting.

In his office, Pedro.

Where were you?

I asked you where you were.

I told you I had a thing.

Yeah, and I said
do it on your break.

I did do it on my break.

Your break ended
25 minutes ago.

And so I have to do
all your fucking prep.

As if I didn't have
enough shit on my plate?

I'm sorry.

You know what? Fuck this.

I try to help you guys out
all the time

and I'm the bad one?

I'm sick of this shit.

Why did you steal
the money from the register?

Let me rephrase
the question.

I know why you stole the money
from the register.

- You mean restate.
- What I mean is,

are you stupid
enough to think

we wouldn't figure
out it was you?

- Can I tell you something?
- No.

I read this
thing the other day,

you'll find it interesting.

When the gringos finally
booked it out of Vietnam,

all the South-Vietnamese
working

at the U.S. Embassy
in Saigon

were shitting their pants

because the Vietcong
was marching on the city.

Meanwhile, the choppers
were pulling out

every American soldier.

The Vietnamese driver
who worked for the ambassador,

trapped by a mob
of thousands

trying to break
into the embassy,

kept shouting:
"Get me out of here!

They're going to massacre us".

The Vietcong,
armed to the teeth,

about to force
their way inside.

But Nixon's instructions
were clear.

Only whites allowed
on the choppers,

not one fucking yellow.

The ambassador
was the first one

to get the hell out of Dodge.

Do you think he came back
for his driver?

His driver, with whom
he smoked his daily cigar.

The man who invited him
to his son's baptism,

who'd even christened him
with an American name.

You think he ever
came back for him?

Your point?

Being the gringo's
enemy is easy.

It's being his friend
that's really fucking hard.

Don't think for
a second they're your friends.

I'm American, asshole.

America isn't a country.

Have you finished
talking bullshit?

- I can come back.
- No. Just one second.

Excuse me for a moment.
I'll come back.

One sesame fried calamari!

One sesame fried
calamari coming up!

Four Caprese salads, please.

Four Caprese salads!

Three
Margherita pizzas,

one Philly cheese steaks.
Two shrimp and oyster po' boy!

Three Margherita
pizzas working, chef!

Ok, boy!

Two brownies
with ice-cream!

One blueberry cheesecake!

- Brownies and...
- Fuck!

Look, man.

If you help me,
I can help you.

This doesn't have
to end with you

getting deported, you get me?

Mr. Rashid is willing to cut
a deal with the culprit.

Did you hear what Rashid
told me before the rush?

He said he'd help me
with my papers.

Pedro!

You heard him. He's going
to apply for the 182.

Bro... bro!

I'm going to be legal.

Bro!

He says the same thing
to all the old timers.

It's what he does
to keep morale up.

No one falls for it, though.

He said it to Martín
six years ago.

Four years ago to Ramírez.

Mhm... It keeps morale high.
He taught me that trick.

Managerial skills.

Mr. Rashid wants a confession,

he'll let the culprit
go quietly.

No police, nothing.

Did you really think
we wouldn't find out?

I didn't steal shit.

Pedro...

I know you gave Julia
the money for her abortion.

She didn't have an
abortion, asshole.

Pedrito, help me help you.

She didn't have an abortion!

Yes? What?

Sorry, boss.

Chef sent me to get
his first aid kit.

Did I say you could come in?

- What happened?
- Where's it?

I can't talk right now, Mark.
I'm in the middle of it.

What happened?

One of the waitresses
is passed out.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! We're not done here!

You okay?

- What happened, you okay?
- It's ok.

Jesus, Pedro, we got it.

- Come on. Back up.
- Chef!

Just leave her alone,
Pedro. Abe's coming for her.

- Who?
- Abe's coming.

Back off! You, too!

I just wanna help!
How is she doing?

- God!
- She fainted.

- Julia. How are you?
- I'm fine.

I'm gonna get back to work.

I'm just gonna...
get back to work.

- Ok.
- No fucking way.

She passed out.

- Yeah, but it's her call.
- No, it isn't.

If she has concussion
or something, that's on you.

Julia, I need you
to go to the hospital

and get checked, okay?

Get some rest,
and come back tomorrow.

One classic Caesar!

Abe's here.

One classic Caesar coming!

Two creamy broccoli soup!

Order of wings, one lamb chop!

Hey! I waited
for you at the park.

You went to the clinic.

Why?

Are you okay?

Mom? Are you okay?

- Mom?
- Are you okay?

Mom? Are you okay?

Mom?
Are you fucking okay?

I'm fine, Abe.
I'll be right there.

Sue said you're hurt.

I'm fine. I just fell.

- How did you fall?
- I just fell.

We're not done here, Pedrito.

Will the both of you
get out of my kitchen?

- We're serving.
- You hear me?

- We're not done here.
- Luis. I need to talk to you.

Out of my kitchen! Pedro!

I'll be waiting right
here Till service is over.

Get the fuck out!

I need to talk to you.

Pedro! Get the fuck
back to work! Now!

Did you warm
the pizza up or d'you just

eat it cold like
a wild animal?

I warmed it up, Mom.

Tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth.

Were you scared for me?

That's nice.

It's nice that you
were scared for me.

What, Mark? What?
What the fuck is so important?

I fucked up. I found it.

- Found what?
- The missing money.

- I found it.
- No.

Pedro took the fucking money.

No. No. I found it.

See, I threw a piece
of chewing gum

into the bin under my desk.

Only I missed.

So I bent down to chuck it in,
and there it was.

The missing bag
with the $823.78

But, I mean,
how often does

one check under one's desk,

right?

Unless it's for some
specific reason.

So everything's good now.

We have to apologize
to everyone you interviewed.

I'm not gonna
go and fucking a...

Jesus.

This is...

Jesus Christ, Mark.
Jesus fucking Christ.

Coming through!

- Tray at two.
- Coming!

Give me two broccoli soup!

Take this! Take this!

One cheesecake
with ice-cream.

Cheesecake ice-cream!

Give me two lobster tails!

Two lobsters coming up!

Hey! Come on! Wake up!

The lobsters are preparing!

And my pizza?

Service!

Is my three-chicken ready?

- My two tortellini...
- Two tortellinis.

- Thank you!
- Hey!

Manolo!

Is my three-chicken ready?

Come back in five.
I'll have them ready for you.

She told you
to come back in five.

The girl just told you
to come back in five.

The pizza is being prepared!

What are you doing?

What do you think?

What the fuck are you doing?

You're too busy.

Are you fucking crazy?

Keep your hands
off my station.

Here, this is my place.
Over there, that's your place.

- Understood?
- Don't use that tone.

Fuck your bitch mother.

Don't you fucking dare!

Fuck your whore mother!

Don't talk about
my mother, cunt!

Who do you think you are?

Never-fucking-mind
who I think I am.

I'm the cook here.
You're the waitress.

In this kitchen,
what I say goes.

So, get the fuck out of here!

I don't take orders from you,
motherfucker.

I said no!
I serve the food! Me!

Me! This is my place!
This is my side!

My side! Do you understand?
Mine! My side!

You don't have a side.

Shit-eating wetback.

What did you say?

What did
you say to me?

You heard me!

What did you say to me?
What did you say?

Say it again!

Say it one more time!

Say it again!
You want to see a wetback?

You want to see
a fucking wetback?

You want to see
a fucking wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

Is this what you wanted?
To see a wetback?

How's that for a wetback?

How's that for a wetback?

How's that for a wetback?

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Fuck you, man!

Fucking mediocre chef

with your shitty
little franchise food!

You want to see a wetback?

You want to see a wetback?

Do you want
to see a wetback?

Do you want
to see a wetback?

Here's your fucking wetback.

Here's your wetback!

All right! Fuck! That's enough!

That's enough, guys!

Pedro!
Son of a bitch! That's enough!

What the fuck are you doing?

Stop it!

Stop him! Goddammit!

Stop!

Fuck you, man! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you, man! Fuck you!

- Fuck you!
- Get his fucking legs.

I came on the meat!

I jizzed all over your meat!

Fucking psycho!

You are paying for it!

This food is jizz
and piss and shit

and you are paying for it!

You are paying for it!

Shut the fuck up!

That's enough.

Get out my way!

That's enough.

Enough, man!
Stop this!

Get the fuck off me, Ramírez!

Come on!
What the fuck are you doing?

Get up!
Motherfucker!

Fuck you!

Stop it!

You're gonna
kill him! Stop it!

Fuck you!

Take him the fuck off
of him, now!

Enough!

- Max, stop it!
- Here, bastard!

Max, calm down!

Idiot!

Now what?

You fucking idiot!

You stopped the kitchen.

Now what, huh?

Now he cares.

What the fuck did you say?

Now I care?

Now I fucking care?

You're the one who's
gonna make me care?

I've been in this business
twenty-five years.

Twenty-five fucking years!

And you're the one
who's gonna make me care?

Fuck you!

You stopped my world.

Who gave you permission?

God?

Did God give you permission?

Because, there is no one else!

You understand? No one!

It's all right, Mr. Rashid.

It's all right.

He's sick.
But he's leaving now.

He's sick.

All right? But he's leaving.

Why is everyone
trying to sabotage me?

Huh, chef?
Can you explain that to me?

And you...

You stopped my world.

Why?

Huh?

Why?

What do you want?

What more is there? Huh?

What more is there?

What do you want?

I give them work.
I pay them well.

They eat.

What do they want?

Huh?

They eat!

What more do they want?

Huh?

What more is there? Huh?

What more is there?

What do you want?

THE KITCHEN

FOR MARTÍN