Estomago Page #4

Fat Rat, quit the crap.

You better behave.

Watch out, bro,

I'll cut your balls!

F*** off!

This sh*t is good.

What is it?

Guess.

Guessing game is a queer thing.

Just f***ing tell me.

Fried ants.

--You're kidding me.

--It's f***ing delicious!

Stick it up your ass, redneck!

Go f*** yourself!

Who do you think I am?

You're feeding me with ants!

Son of a b*tch,

f***ing jungled cock sucker.

--Stop it!

--Stop, my ass!

F*** you, man! Are you insane?

Great idea, my ass...

Stick it up your ass,

motherf***er.

Get out of my way, f***!

Unbelievable! Fried ants!

Go feed your mom

with your f***ing fried ants!

Skinny ate it in Colombia.

Big Walt thought you'd like it.

Stop f***ing around, Rosemary!

What the f*** you saying?

I cover Bujiu's ass,

but not yours.

I ain't your doormat.

Go f*** yourself!

I said I had them in Colombia,

but I never told ya to make them.

Cook me some man's food, damn it!

Watch it!

I'm getting lucky, I know it!

Guys I'm a smart ass.

Go! Go!

Hey, Rosemary!

Come drink some Maria!

"Crazy Maria", f***!

What's up redneck?

Are you insane?

This sh*t is so f***ing strong!

If he can't handle Maria,

he won't be able to handle Joe!

That's "Crazy Maria",

a "cachaca" we make in jail.

That's for tough guys.

Bujiu, if you add a drop of

"angostura"...

it'll taste better, like Negroni.

We've got enough niggas here.

No, it's negroni... a fancy drink.

Mix it with some angostura,

that's also fancy.

That drink's gonna kick ass!

Really? Lets get that stuff,

so that sh*t tastes better.

Write it down, Lino.

How is it called?

"Angostura".

--What?

--An... gostura.

An... gostura.

An... An... An... Cards.

--Listen, you gotta get this sh*t.

--Lets play!

This is the City Farmer's Market.

It's where it all begins.

Gastronomy starts right here.

It's where we begin to cook.

For a farewell dinner,

a wedding party...

Smell it, Nonato.

It smells like meat, fish, fruit,

grains... all mixed up.

Culinary art is about finding

the best ingredients.

You can't have someone do it for you.

The cook has to come over here.

A real good chef must come here

in person.

He must know all the vendors,

their sons...

He must look at them and see if

they're telling the truth.

I don't have to do it anymore.

I've been coming here for ages!

Everyone knows me and respect me.

They know I won't buy their stuff

again if it's shitty...

and I badmouth them.

But the contrary is true.

If I like their product,

I always buy from the same place.

How are you doing,

Mr. Giovanni?

What's up, Toninho?

That's Toninho, a real crook!

Let's go to the butcher shop.

Now you'll see some blood.

Holy Mary...

--Good morning, Ze!

--Hey Giovanni, how are you?

Nonato is my new assistant

at the restaurant.

--Is he learning?

--I'm teaching him, we'll see.

I'm gonna show him some things

in the back.

Be my guest.

--Good morning!

--Good morning!

This is the supreme art.

The art of cutting beef.

You look at it and think:

"it's all meat".

True. But take a look, Nonato.

This is flank steak. Good meat.

But down here, what do we have?

Sirloin.

Flank steak for 8 bucks per kilo.

Four fingers down...

the sirloin for 1 5 bucks per kilo.

You see, Nonato? It's art!

A quick look tells you that this

is good stuff and this is not.

It's like checking out

a skinny woman.

Under her dress,

you find a bombshell.

To cut meat...

you gotta look at it

with a clinical eye.

This cut for example.

Come check it out.

This one here. This is

filet mignon, the best cut.

It's just like a woman's ass.

Filet mignon is the best cut.

Filet is the cow's ass, right?

And in the ass is more expensive...

No, I said filet mignon...

correlates to a woman's ass.

It's the best.

--Don't you like a woman's tush?

--Sure do!

Hey there!

I work here on Thursdays.

--It's nice here, Iria.

--Yeah, do you like it?

--Buy me a drink.

--What?

--Buy me a drink, will you?

--OK.

Hi, Edson. Is everything OK?

Give me the usual.

What do you wanna drink?

I don't handle alcoholic too well.

Nothing? Get something.

Quit being stingy.

--What?

--Shush!

Edson, make him a fancy drink.

Egg liqueur for Iria...

and a Negroni for Iria's customer.

I'm not her customer.

I'm a friend.

Her friend...

Beautiful!

Stay put. I gotta get ready

for my show up there.

Stay put. Stop grabbing me.

--What's that?

--Angostura

--Angostura?

--It's sour, but good.

Damn it's strong!

Like nail polish remover!

I don't know, I don't drink.

I'll drink it up.

Damn!

Pour me another one.

How long have you been working here?

Angostura...

Another one...

Hurry up, come on...

That's good...

Son of a b*tch!

Go mess with someone else!

I know him, let him go!

--Son of a b*tch!

--Let him go!

--What happened?

--Calm down.

--Where am I?

--Calm down.

It's all right...

Iria?

--What am I doing here?

--Hold on.

--Is this your room?

--Yes, it is.

--What happened?

--Drink some water...

You don't remember, right?

You made a scene

at the dancing club.

You broke a bottle. ..

You wanted to kill everyone.

The bouncers kicked you out.

They beat the sh*t out of you.

Honestly you deserved it.

--Did you take care of me?

--No.

No, your aunt came from the jungle

just to take care of you.

--Are you all right?

--I'm a mess.

Well...

Gotta go.

I must work.

--F***, Mr. Giovanni!

--It's all set.

I ran into him. I told him...

you wouldn't go to work

for some days.

--Didn't he get mad?

--He laughed.

He said:
that jungleman had no brains.

Same old story.

You know him as much as I do.

Iria...

Thanks.

No worries.

Gotta go.

These days, I am the most

respected guy in the slammer.

I really can't complain now.

Middle bunk bed...

You're moving up, Nonato!

When you sleep on the low bed,

you already feel important.

The minute you get the middle

one, you realize it was crap.

It's an illusion that the low bed

is better than the floor.

The floor levels with shoes

and socks. It stinks bad.

But the low bed is not much

better.

There's no feet on your face,

but the view is way worse.

Holy cow!

I could take the top bunk bed.

But I can't, it's Bujiu's.

I can't complain. I'm doing fine.

Everyone has been eating well...

I got lots of compliments.

They lick their plates clean

and love the food.

This is so damn good!

Awesome!

To die for!

--So f***ing delicious!

--So good!

--Yummy!

--Mouth-watering!

A trip!

I heard them say

"better than p*ssy!"

Almost!

I'm gonna write down

a dictionary.

Human beings are weak.

They get used to comfy stuff.

They soften like a shank

in a beef "bourguignon".

By the way,

I gotta get some herbs.

I'm gonna have the guard get me

some thyme, still got rosemary...

fresh parsley. Better yet, I'll

get parsley and spring onions.

And sage.

--How are you doing?

--Fine.

She's my girlfriend.

--Hi.

--All good?

Let's get some fish for later.

This cheese is bad. It's rotten.

Check it out, it's all moldy.

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