Tapas Page #2

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Hello. A beer.

I'm out of draught.

It'll have to be bottled.

Give me a small one.

What "tapas" have you got?

-Those there.

-I see. A packet of crisps.

-The octopus is fresh.

-Sure. I'll have the crisps.

Sh*t.

Conchi, how you doing?

-You know, kid. Its hot.

-Yeah.

The money for the coffee.

-Okay.

-Bye.

-Morning, madam.

-Morning.

Hello, boy.

-Yes?

- Its Cesar, Carmen's son.

-About the video.

-Right. Come In.

Turn that off.

Thats it.

-I need to take it away.

-Okay.

The heads might be dirty,

but its a good video.

Yes.

I haven't used it much lately.

I'll have to open it.

I'll bring it back in a few days.

Okay. Shall I give you

some money now...?

No.

-Mom would kill me if I charged you.

-Right.

-All right then.

-I'll bring it round then.

Right.

-Bye.

-Bye.

What the hell has Eloy sent me?

Just as well

nobody saw you come in...

or they'd think I was stupid.

Can you cook?

-Right then...

-Mao.

Mahou.

Just like the beer.

Now I'm hiring you

for two basic reasons:

To earn me money

and to ease my workload.

So if you don't do either...

there's the door and you're out

on your f***ing ear, okay?

Good.

Fine then.

No, its not my operating system.

I already told your colleague.

I need to log-on...

Yes.

I have checked my user name

and password. Several times.

Thats the third time you've

said the lines are overloaded!

All right, I'll hold on.

Edgardo?

Edgardo?

Sh*t!

-Valeron.

-Yes!

-Tristan.

-Yes!

-Djukic.

-No, not him.

-Mauro Silva.

-Yes!

-Victor.

-Yes!

-Manuel Pablo.

-Yes!

-Molinari.

-Its Molina, damnit!

-Molina.

-Yes!

-Tristan.

-Yes!

-Pandiani.

-Yes!

Why the hell

did you go and say Djukic?

But for him we'd have

made it last season.

You've had me naming the Coruna

football team for 15 years now.

We all make mistakes.

Sorry. I've met a few

weirdos in this job...

...but you take the cake.

-The cake!

I'm not surprised that poor Rosalia

left you. You are weird.

Thats right, feel sorry for her.

Its me who's been left.

But all you've ever done

is exploit her.

How would you know?

Look...

I was about to take her

to Torrevieja for a few days.

Just cut the crap.

I know you.

You've been saying

that for years.

Then you take her to that shithole

of a village where you were born.

Listen to Miss Cosmopolitan!

You should close the bar

and go and look for her.

Thats the most important thing.

Close the bar? Thats easy to say.

What about my customers?

I've got commitments, you know.

I mean, the day after tomorrow...

there's a group of 25 coming

for a birthday party.

Your place is no palace.

Let them find some other dive.

And what shall I

tell people, smartass?

That I've closed because my wife

left me? Like a chump!

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about my pride.

Thats what.

Or aren't I allowed to have pride?

What can you tell a pro about pride?

What do you know?

A whore's pride gets flushed

down the bidet between customers.

You can't tell me

anything about pride.

Did you find a cook?

Thats all you're worried about.

Apart from your pride, of course.

-Yes.

-Well, I feel sorry for them.

Women!

Conchi?

-Are you asleep?

-No. What is it?

-Nothing. I was thinking...

-What?

About how scared I was...

that first night we slept

in Barcelona when we got here.

-You've never mentioned that before.

-I was so scared...

in that hostel in the red-light

district that I couldn't sleep.

-Do you remember the room?

-Of course I do, Mariano.

Conchi?

-What?

-I feel the same now.

I get into bed

and I start feeling scared.

Scared of everything

thats happening to me.

Mariano,

I'm doing everything I can...

to make things easier for you.

To give you everything you need.

-To help you enjoy life.

-I know.

And I appreciate

what you're doing for me...

but is it really worth it?

We could go abroad

ask another doctor.

We can't understand people here.

How would we understand people

who speak another language?

-Conchi?

-What?

I need you to help me.

I want to wrap things up...

my way.

Right, this is where

you'll be working.

What do you think?

Well, first of all...

from now on

your name's Rosalia.

Ro-sa-lia.

Understand?

I know you don't but so what?

Now on that point

there's no arguing. Okay.

I see you've brought your apron.

Thats very good.

But don't lower your guard.

The hours are very simple.

You'll come in with me

first thing and leave when I close.

And under no circumstances

are you to leave the kitchen.

In this country, people say

they're not racist.

but when there are Arabs, blacks

and South Americans everywhere...

everybody'll be f***ed up.

So its best if no-one knows

I've got a Chinaman cooking.

On that point,

there's no arguing either.

All right.

Okay.

Now, very important:

In this kitchen everything's

cooked with olive oil.

So if I see any f***ing

soy sauce around here...

you're fired and I mean it.

-On that point...

-There's no arguing.

Exactly.

Lets see if you've

really understood. Turn round.

I'm not going to eat you.

Rosalia!

Right. Good reflexes,

thats for sure.

What a bastard.

Lift it out.

Those cigarettes!

You should stop smoking.

"Should do this,

should do that."

-Conchi?

-What?

What are we going to do?

Have you thought about

what I said last night?

Conchi, what are we going to do?

We're going for a walk.

They've finished the park...

and it looks lovely. We're going

to sit on a bench and take the air.

You'll feel much better,

you'll see.

I'd rather stay in...

and do the geraniums.

Then they'll feel better too.

You are so stubborn.

Don't be angry.

With this heat,

I'd rather not go out.

All right.

I've got a few things to do.

Rosalia!

A chopped seafood!

Ei, Bruce Lee!

-Careful or you'll break something.

-Everything's under control.

-I told you, a**hole!

-Sorry.

See. The nunchaku strengthens

your hands, arms and shoulders.

It improves accuracy

and peripheral vision.

I mean, its essential...

to precisely gauge the distance

between you and your opponent.

Sure, because your life's

in constant danger, right, Opo?

What are you laughing at?

You never know

where your enemy is.

-I am so scared.

-A portion of omelet and a beer.

Coming up.

Come here.

I bet video girl's a good f***.

All that nunchaku crap and your

peripheral vision is still sh*t, man.

What are you saying?

You're light years away

from f***ing her.

-Here, Lolo.

-Right.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Tell Rosalia to call in.

-I've got her mushrooms.

-Okay, I'll tell her.

She hasn't come in today.

She's sick.

-I'm on my own.

-Rosalia ill?

-Whats wrong with her?

- I don't know really.

The heat.

Yes, this f***ing heat.

-Its no good to anybody.

-I know.

-The omelets good today.

-F*** me.

-Father, I'm desperate.

-I understand.

-What can we do?

-Pray.

With dedication,

devotion, faith.

Especially, with faith.

Pray, and many other things.

Look.

Everything you

and your husband need is here.

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