Le grand restaurant Page #2

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Devil doesn't sleep, you never know.

All I care for is the client's satisfaction.

Thank you.

- Tonight sounds okay, then?

- I'll see you to the door.

My God.

- Ah, you little rascals of the french kitchen!

- Oh my God.

At 4:
30pm we will be having lessons about

using the comedy in gastronomy.

- Once again?

- Again and again, without an end.

- My God!

- It will make you feel better as well.

Smile. Not bad. Faster.

Good.

No! Get back. I've told you hundred of times,

that you have to be easy. Please.

If you don't catch it, you'll be paying for it. Now go.

Not bad. Your turn.

Enough.

Shut up.

Go on.

Wrong! Stand, where I have been standing.

I'll explain

it to you. It's kitchen here...

and there, there is a hall, where you have to

serve, and smile a lot. Smile equals tip.

Give it to me, I'll show it to you. We all have

issues, but you have to serve...

...and smile...

Just like me.

Now Roger is going to show, how it should be done.

You're scared, but you have to serve.

Make a big smile, and go ahead.

I don't know, how it works.

I guess it's because of those rollers.

Step aside. Try it this way.

See?

Now it's much better.

Stand here. Take that. Let's begin.

You've got issues, but you've to serve.

Still smiling, you go.

That's whole you, whole you.

Come here, Roger.

That was not my fault.

- Mete out his punishment.

- Only not that.

- Can I?.

- Go on, boldly.

Rewrite the menu.

...add 10 more for tomorrow.

Oh my God.

You're getting on my nerves with that "Oh my God".

Don't you like my methods?

- In this situation...

- But these are modern methods.

Oh my God.

- Oh, mr Septime. I've been looking for you.

- Here I am.

- I was cleaning up the cellar, when...

- Repeat..

I was cleaning up the cellar, when

I found out that there's no more...

"Nuit Saint George", vintage 490.

- Yes? You'll pay back with several boxes.

- You're very merciful.

Can you write with Gothic?

- It's not that easy.

- Isn't it? We'll talk about it later.

It's hightime we check, if everybody

understood the lecture.

Please take your places. You'll take that

and put it into one piece.

And you - start cleaning.

My God, My God, don't flax!

And now everybody altogether.

Move it!.

You start.

Wait a sec, I'm counting.

Three, four.

Leave.

Come here.

- How am I?

- Not bad.

Attention.

Three, four.

Bind and straighten your leg, and hop!

Stop. What on earth has possessed you?

- That's some kind of a group madness.

- It's because of him.

Why did you speed up? Do you know what

such behaviours can lead to?

- Provocator.

- You're right, Roger.

To the row.

You'll pay for that.

Line yourselves. Let's begin.

Roger, go there.

You'll pay for that.

Somebody has tripped you up.

Who?.

That's a revolt.

Revolt. My God.

- You'll pay me for that tomorrow.

- Not today?

Because we're hosting President Novales

today. Mind, that our...

...restaurant is an embassy of french

kitchen, and you're serving France.

Listen up, you provocator.

Listen.

Prepare it for me for the evening.

- For today?

- You'll make it. You've got two hours.

- Thirty musicians play there.

- Three instruments are fair enough.

- Can your violinist play the flute?

- Czy twj skrzypek gra na flecie?.

- Flute?.

Everything will be all right.

Julien, come here. And don't sleep.

- Did your father play the cello?

- Yes.

He is a violinist.

We'll play the national anthem for Mr President

at the beginning. I'll give you a descrete sign, when to begin.

Let's say I'd be doing this sign...

Are you making fun of me? You'd better pay attention.

Mr Septime, I'm starving.

Excuse me, where is he?

You first.

The door.

This way, please.

This way.

Excellency. Mademoiselle.

Those gentlemen will take care of you.

I'll be back in a second.

You'll pay me for that, you villain!

Infamy, what a shame!

- Don't touch that, you scoundrel.

- What is it?

Don't touch it. It is me, who rules here.

- Where is your hat?

- I don't have one.

- It's a little too big.

- I guess so.

- No. My godson will take care of that.

- I like him.

And remember. Act nicely in the hall.

- Is it carmel?

- It's not your business. Go on.

I know I'm a coward.

So what? Move it, godchild.

- Oh my God.

- What is it?

Please don't get anxiously excited.

That was a surprise.

- Excuse me?

- Where is president?

He's here. Not here. I don't understand.

- He is.

- Where?

- He was here.

- President disappeared.

President was abducted.

He's afraid of surprises, so he went outdoors.

Nice joke.

- I'll call the police.

- Hurry up.

Where is he?

Mr President. He's not here.

Why are you standing like that?

Not here. Mr President!

What are you staring at?

Mr President!

Let me pass.

What's happened?

Have you seen here a huge, well-built

man?

It's only me, who's similar to your description at this place.

- Please listen to me, my Marcell.

- Yes?

You're unkind. Really, very unkind.

At Septime's. Yes, in the restaurant.

Police will be coming here shortly.

- And what?

- Please take a seat. I've seen him.

He'll come here in a minute. Nothing bad

has happened.

Music! Go on, play!

Get out of my way!

Get out of my way!

- Did you see him?

- Yes, he'll come here in a minute.

Is he there?

What happened?

- Nothing. We'll find him.

- Yes?

Everything'll be all right. Don't tell

it to the police, because I'll get ruined.

You never know.

Everything is okay.

"Abduction of the head of the country in

a famous french restaurant".

Getting better and better.

A head of foreign country was

stolen in your restaurant.

It's about France honour, breaking the

diplomatic relations. It might even...

...cause a war. My congratulations.

And you didn't want to call the police?

- I've completely lost my mind.

- Have you regained it already?

- What?

- Your mind.

Can't you see?

Please consider one thing:

president has disappeared at your restaurant

and you are the one who's going to find him.

- That's not my fault.

- Has he disappeared at your restaurant, or not?

Yes.

- You are the first suspect.

- What?!

It'd be different, if it was a cooker. But

president?

- Is it so funny?

- Not at all, mr. comissioner.

Indeed.

That was a planned abduction.

- Terrorists had their plugs.

- Plugs? Where?

- In your pub.

- Don't offend me.

- Do you trust your staff?

- Just like I trust myself.

Indeed. Let's talk about you.

You're a bachelor.

With your age, is such silhouette...

...a normal thing?.

Let's talk about your acquaintances

You know, what I mean.

Whole Paris visits me.

- Do I look like an idiot?

- Not at all.

Nothing will leave this room.

Nor will you, if you try to cheat me.

My whole life is that restaurant.

It's my passion...

You mean, that your luck is nothing but

a charllote and a turkey sandwich?

I'll tell you everything.

At the age of sixteen I joined the kitchen...

- ...like an order?

- Indeed..

If you don't want to see your cloiser getting

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