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Gonna bring you two more, OK?

What's that noise?

Who's there?

Is it you, Nonato?

Mr. Zulmiro!

--Nonato, is it you?

--It's me, Mr. Zulmiro!

What the f*** are you up to?

Nothing... I just dropped

something by accident.

Are you nuts?

Go inside, Iria...

Go back to bed, you moron!

--It's fish, right?

--No, fish is on Friday.

Food! Food!

I'm starving, man.

More, more...

Give us more, man.

We're eight in here.

--Go wash your hands.

--That'll feed Bujiu only...

--Check out the meat.

--Meat again?

--That sucks.

--Hurry up, man!

I'm f***ing starving.

If you don't like it, go to a hotel.

I'm playing the waiter here...

Kitchens are the same anywhere.

Today, we have chopped meat.

Yesterday we had stew,

the day before... steak.

They're good at recycling meat

three days in a row.

I know these kitchen tricks.

Fish should be on Fridays.

It's when you get them fresh

from the market.

It should be, because we never

get fish here.

But worms... they're regulars.

We get them everyday.

Holy cow! This food sucks.

Do you want me to get the waiter,

so you can b*tch about it?

Not the waiter, dude.

They could bring back that guy

that went to... Piraquara.

Do you remember him?

That crook with bad hair

that cooked for us?

He kicked the bucket.

He was a motherf***er.

True, but he was an awesome cook.

Some rosemary and black pepper

would give it a nice touch.

What are you mumbling there?

What did you say?

If it had rosemary and black

pepper, it would taste decent.

--Did you hear that?

--Do you cook, butt-white?

Yes. I used to be a cook.

Come here.

Come here, damn it!

Say, if we'd get you that f***ing

black pepper, would you cook?

Sure.

But I'd need an oven.

The other guy had one.

--Where is it?

--It's safe. I got it.

Good job.

What's for tomorrow?

--What are we having tomorrow?

--It doesn't matter.

Just get me some garlic, pepper,

onion, cooking oil...

grated cheese, rosemary...

I can make something out of it.

No kidding!

--Hey, Lino!

--Shoot.

Talk to the kitchen guys.

Tell them to arrange that stuff...

that rose something.

Not rose... it's rosemary.

Right... rosemary!

Get that sh*t for... what's

your name again, redneck?

Nonato Pocketknife.

Lino...

Get that rosemary for Nonato,

tomorrow I'm in for a good meal.

Hey you... Wait Up!

You go back to cleaning.

And you cook.

I should explain about

power struggle in this cell.

Those two talking are

Wait Up and Bigmouth.

Bigmouth is a pickpocket.

He is a loser and always

talks too much.

Things turned out pretty bad

for Wait Up since he got in jail.

That quiet one in the corner...

his name says it all... Kidnap.

He doesn't talk to anyone.

So we'd better leave him alone.

Skinny was a grandma's boy.

He was a "mule".

I ain't swearing him.

He used to carry drugs

in his stomach.

He's done it so many times that

his stomach is messed up now.

He keeps taking those anti-acids...

he buys them off Lino.

That one over there.

Lino is our errand boy.

He gets us some stuff.

And charges everything,

of course.

That one constantly in a bad mood

is Big Walt.

He's a scapegoat.

When sh*t hits the fan, he raises

his finger and says: "I did it."

That big black guy owns our cell,

he's the big boss around here.

He does things that even

the meanest people wouldn't do.

His name is Bujiu.

He has a cell phone,

gets female visitors...

not just of his own women.

He knows how to make people do

whatever he wants.

That's why we're so few

in this cell...

whereas the other cells confines

thirty guys.

Bujiu... sleeps on the top bunk bed.

But here at the bar,

my fried chicken snack rocks.

Some doctors say fried food is

bad, clogs your veins...

What are they:
doctors

or plumbers?

Ask Mr. Giovanni

if fried food is bad.

He knows everything about cooking.

Seems that first they invented

food and then, they wondered...

"so now what? What the f***?"

Then they created Mr. Giovanni

to guide us.

Check him out... Mr. Giovanni.

He deserved the top bunk bed...

and even a night lamp

for his crosswords.

Hey, you! Come here, please.

Are you the cook?

Yes, sir.

Interesting, I own a restaurant

around here, the Boccaccio...

--Bocatio?

--Boccaccio!

International Cuisine,

friendly atmosphere.

I know everyone here.

Every single person.

But I have never seen you

around here.

I've just arrived in town.

--Did you learn to cook in the jungle?

--I'm not from the jungle.

I knew how to cook,

but the fried chicken snacks...

I learned from Mr. Zulmiro.

Wanna talk to him?

No. Leave Zulmiro alone.

If he taught you,

it means you got talent.

Because his chicken snacks sucks

real bad.

This one is good.

It made me hungry.

What else do you have there,

other than... fried food?

--Hard-boiled eggs.

--Forget it. I'll eat at home.

There's some leftover stew

from lunch. Do you want some?

--Stew, you said?

--Yes, with some tasty potatoes.

--Let me have it then.

--Just a sec.

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QUALITY FOOD RATION.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Did you like it?

Tell me something, did you put

some rosemary in it?

Yep. It goes well with meat.

Mr. Zulmiro didn't notice it.

--That's shank, right?

--Yes.

I had to pound it very hard

to make it soften a little bit.

You should work with an expert.

Someone who masters culinary art.

Do you want to work for me?

I don't know... I'm OK here.

Mister Zulmiro pays well,

plus benefits...

Benefits?

A benefit is to tell Zulmiro

to f*** off.

Hey, Rosemary man...

what's for today?

Excuse me.

Chicken stew...

but I'm working on it,

so it tastes better.

We got no prawns.

F*** it.

It's damn good.

Hey Rosemary guy, is that

for today or what?

It's ready, Big Walt. Chicken and

coconut rice.

--Folks, lunch is ready!

--Sweet!

Coconut chicken!

Nonato... This is a real kitchen.

Hi Giovanni, we're out of

mascarpone cheese.

--Where can we get some more?

--We'll see that later, Francesco.

I'm taking care of Nonato now.

He's our new assistant.

Francesco is the first chef.

When I'm away, he's the boss,

got it?

--Here's where I keep the wine.

--The bottles are laying down.

Of course. I'm a wine expert.

You're lucky to work for someone

who's a wine expert.

First lesson:
did you notice

how far the oven is from here?

The wine has to be stored

at a cool temperature...

like fresh mountain climate. Do you

have mountains up in the jungle?

No, sir.

You're screwed then, because it

gets cold here. Get ready for it!

Why do we lay the bottles down?

To store the most you can.

No, it keeps the corks dry. When

you pull it, it won't fall apart.

They're mostly Italian wines.

I used to sell them cheaper.

Now we can sell them for 40 bucks...

--without scaring the customer.

--Forty reais?

You think it's pricey?

Some guys come here to screw a

girl, so they drink some wine...

get her dizzy and score.

Forty bucks for a gettin laid,

plus dinner...

Look.

Check out this wine.

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