(Music) I got fire in my mind, I got higher in my walking,
And I'm glowing in the dark I give you warning...
What's yours, Mo? Egg mayonnaise and ketchup.
Beautiful. What about you, Baz?
Corned beef with, um... What they call it?
Gherkins? No, no. Thin and slippy.
Asparagus.
Anchovies. Anchovies.
Corned beef and anchovy.
Very classy.
Tongue.
So when are we out again? 2am.
The restaurant slop slot.
When the hurlyburly's done.
When the last mouthfuI hits the bottom of the belly of the last diner.
ln we go, scooping up the debris.
Bones and guts.
Fish heads. The knob end of the black pudding.
Skins of haggises. Haggi.
You what?
Haggis plural.
We'll be there.
Down the alley.
Round the back where nobody goes. To meet the kitchen warrior.
The cooking braveheart. (Burps)
..Night fever We know how to do it...
Did you do that?
Not me, Baz. Not me neither.
..Night fever
We know how to show it...
TV: Now the rabbit, holding up...
you poach it very lightly.
Take care not to overdo it.
And here is one that we poached earlier.
Take a look at that. Beautiful.
Now, you take a few slices and then you pan fry it.
lt's very important that you pan fry it in butter.
I love the buttery flavour. A little bit of ltaly in with the lrish.
Mad boy. But you love me.
Good evening. Hi. How are you?
(Sings) Have I ever told you
How good it feels to hold you?
lt isn't easy to explain
And though I'm really trying
I think I may start crying
My heart can't wait another day
When you kiss me I just gotta...
(All sing) ..Kiss me I just gotta
Kiss me I just gotta say
Baby, I love you
Come on, baby
Baby, I love you...
Do I have a beautifuI voice, boys?
Yes, Chef.
No, Chef.
All right, Jonny, Bandana-boy, over here. James, you as well.
All right, first rule in a kitchen?
Respect.
See this animal.
This animaI was noble,
highly intelligent, feeling
and it died for us.
Never forget that.
OK, first off with the ears.
Then we're going to cut down the front of the face.
Be carefuI with your hands.
Then get under the skin and pull the skin away with your hands
more than you cut with your knife.
Turn it back round and get your cleaver...
..and that releases everything.
Ears, cheek, tongue, brain.
No waste. That, in a word, is respect.
ALL: Right, Chef.
Anybody can make it in a kitchen if they've got the guts and the passion.
lt's not what their background is or their history.
All right, Jonny Boy?
Thanks, Chef. On your way.
Roddy, have you got those lamb hearts stuffed?
l, er...
Yes, or no, Roddy? No, Chef. Sorry, Chef.
A few too many scoops last night?
Get them done, mate. Chef.
I need two lamb, table nine. Let's go.
Pork assortments.
OK. One pork assortment, one liver, one lamb heart, table eight.
ALL: Chef!
Thank you.
My arse, Roddy.
1 0 minutes. Come on, now. Yes, Chef, 1 0 minutes.
Good arse. Always.
What's that? That's the sweat.
The crack in your arse kills you if you don't dry it out.
Chef, it was my fault that Roddy didn't get the lambs' hearts stuffed.
ls that right, aye?
I was talking to him and he probably didn't feeI he could tell me to shut up.
lf I make a mistake, it hurts me. Do you understand that?
I mean actuaI physicaI pain.
I expect the same from everybody who works with me.
All this, it has to matter.
Very Gordon Ramsay.
We don't use that name in this kitchen.
Didn't your father tell you?
All right. Two mallard, two beef, table six, let's go.
ALL: Chef! Service!
lt's bad luck to say it out loud. Just call him the Scottish Chef.
About as Scottish as spotted dick.
Get your hands in there, son. Express yourself.
Excellent.
Service!
That's beautiful. On you go.
Last one, Chef.
That's it, mate. Roddy, come here.
Good work today.
All right, boys. Wipe down.
I want this place shining like wet calf's liver.
Drink or sleep?
Drink. Obviously.
Night, Chef.
Wet calf's liver? You're getting too poetic for your own good.
Oh, now come on. 50% of that kitchen's lrish.
Poetry, that's the only language they understand.
Oy. Come on, then.
First oyster?
I was five years old on a beach in Portugal.
My dad managed to blag one off a fisherman for me to try.
Scared the hell out of me but once I ate it,
it changed my life.
First mussel? lsle of Mull, aged four. First squid?
Ten minutes after my first oyster. Rubbish.
Aye. Rubbish.
Our family holiday turned into a food orgy for the five-year-old.
lncredible. I couldn't stop eating.
First sparrow?.
No!
Monday the 3rd of July 1 992.
Double domestic science. I was the only boy in with thirty girls.
All the other guys did metalwork.
This was a day when you got to bring in whatever you wanted to bring.
''Cook whatever you want to cook day''.
You didn't. Aye.
To his very great credit the teacher went along and ate it with me.
Ever since I've loved the crunch of tiny little bird bones in my mouth.
See people think that food's all about taste, smell. lt is, but it's not.
lt's also about sound.
So you're the reason sparrows are dying out in England?
I saw the old man on the telly the other night.
He's got presence.
What was he cooking?
Rabbit stuffed with black pudding wrapped with Parma...
Parma ham.
That's mine.
They're always yours, Joe. Jealous?
Actually, I got that dish from a mad old crone halfway up a mountain in Cumbria.
So it's not mine either.
Did I ask for ice? I didn't ask for ice.
That was beautiful.
Thank you very much. lt was lovely to see you again and to meet you.
Are they here?
Duncan, I was just saying good night to those people.
Punters like their chefs rude.
Billy and Joe have gone for a wind down vodka but there is a customer
who'd like to thank the chef for his cooking tonight.
Who?
A regular who regularly buys $400 bottles of wine.
I love him already.
I have something to tell you. What?
Joe should be the first to hear.
Oh, Duncan, come on.
Tell me.
I'll settle for nothing less than marriage.
Actually, do you know what I love about squid?
What do you love about squid?
The name.
Nobody knows where it came from.
lt just appeared one day in the 1 7th century. lt's like...
lt's like God...
..parted the heavens,
reached down to us and went, ''There you are, people. Squid.''
What are you doing? Squid.
What are you doing?
Don't touch the chef!
Billy? Billy!
Are you all right, Bill?
Ho! Ho, you! What are you doing?! You could have killed us!
You're Joe Macbeth. How do you know my name?
We know everything. We're bin men.
There's nothing we don't know.
Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what yous are.
Three of them, Joe.
Three Michelin Stars coming your way.
And that's not all. Oh, no.
The restaurant. The whole caboodle.
lt's going to be yours, Joe. Oh, yeah? What about me?
Less happy than him. And yet more happy.
What does that mean? What does that mean?
Joe gets everything and you don't.
But your son does. And his son.
And his son. And his son.
And his son And his son, and his son
And his son And his son, and his son
And his son And his son, and his son
And his son, and his son...
Duncan.
Look at you two.
A pair of wild boys.
You're like sons to me. You know that?
We are on hallowed ground.
There are only three other restaurants in Britain who have what we have.
No. Oh, yes.
Oh, my God.
They called me this evening.
We are standing in a three-star restaurant.
Three big beautifuI Michelin Stars.
My ma woke me up twice in my childhood in the middle of the night.
Once to see NeiI Armstrong step out onto the surface of the moon
and once to watch my father slip into the pig shed at dawn
and put a knife into a sleeping Tamworth.
I said, ''Does the killing of the pig whilst it's asleep make it an easier death, Ma?''
She knew the answer I wanted to hear but she didn't give it to me.
''The meat tastes better if the death is less stressful.'' lt was a rite of passage.
I knew then how important food was and how you have to be truthfuI about it.
I said to my father afterwards,
''Can I go into long trousers?''
And he laughed and punched me on the arm.
I've been out of shorts ever since.
That's a very beautifuI story.
I owe a lot to my old man.
And to you, Joe. My father taught me and I taught you.
lt'll be a great legacy to leave to Malcolm when the restaurant becomes his.
You know how long I've known this yoke?
1 5 years. 1 5 years on Monday.
There's one word to describe him as a waiter.
lt's unheard of amongst Englishmen.
He's French.
All that time together, all the ups and downs
and he still doesn't know the names of my children.
Children?
You have children? The children you're godfather to.
A word, Joe.
We'll celebrate tomorrow night.
Have a guest room made up for me.
lf it's half the night I think it'll be, I won't see anything of the following day.
How's he getting on Malcolm?
Fine. Fine. You wouldn't lie to me?
Would I lie to you?
He doesn't have it in his blood, Joe. No.
He was a vegetarian for a year. God forgive him. A son of mine!
I'm trusting you with my son. Right.
He needs...
a transfusion.
Give him that, will you? Make him feeI how you feel.
I know I can rely on you.
Of course, if I go under a bus tonight,
the boy won't be ready and the place will be yours.
I'm on my way, Ella.
You don't go anywhere but in your Mercedes.
Chances of you being run over by a bus are zero.
Tomorrow night...cook me a feast.
Billy.
Where are you hiding that 1 5-year-old whisky?
Weird night. Aye.
Still, 48 hours with no sleep.
No wonder things are a bit weird.
You should go home.
He's more like a hairdresser than a chef.
Everything we've built here's going to go to a hairdresser.
What does Malcolm care about food? I hate the injustice.
One star to three in two years,
and how many shifts has Duncan done in that time?
(Sighs) Not many.
You know, you have worked so, so hard to make this place what it is.
And whose face is going to be in the papers tomorrow?. Not yours.
Three-star Duncan Docherty.
What do you think?
Are you going to let it go?
They said...
They said we'd get three stars.
That's amazing.
Anything else? Yes.
What, Joe?
They said it would all be mine.
Was Billy there? Yeah.
What time is it? lt's almost three.
Duncan's staying here tonight.
Tonight? You mean tomorrow, don't you?
No, it's Friday now.
lt's easy to forget which night's which
when you're working back-to-back 1 8 hour shifts.
Chefs don't sleep. That's part of it.
He milks you for everything you've got and he pays you in charm and blarney.
He pays me good money.
Joe, he knows no amount of money covers what you do for him
so he bullshits you with all his back-slapping and his sentiment.
And you buy it. Ella, don't.
You're too full of the milk of human kindness, Joe.
''Thank you, Duncan, for the slap on the back. I am so very, very grateful.''
ls it shaming to hear the truth, Joe?
What kind of a man is it who doesn't feel humiliated in the position you're in?
What man is that?
Joe? Shut up!
He'll be drunk.
He'll be drunk on his own success...
replete...
in one of the guest rooms, asleep.
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.
You didn't tell him about your bin men, did you?
You didn't tell him because you're thinking what I'm thinking.
I can read your face like a book.
Men don't get run over by buses.
No.
(Man sings) Before it's earned our money's all been spent
Well, I don't...
Morning, Ella. Hi, boys.
You got me and, baby, I got you...
Sack them.
I got you, babe...
What for? I don't know. Being bad at washing-up.
..I got you, babe... RODDY: Chef.
Yeah, good. Billy, taste that.
What about lunch? We've got 50 booked.
BlLLY: lt's good, Roddy. lt's good.
Who the hell are they? Top-class washer uppers.
Where are they from?
The 1 1th century, also known as the former Yugoslavia.
You all right, chaps? How yous doing? All right.
Right, er...
Yous two are on your bikes.
What? Why? You just are.
What did we do wrong?
I need washer uppers with ambition, so...
I don't understand.
Look, do you want to be a great chef one day?
No.
No. I want to be a poet.
I want to see the world. Exactly.
Go work in a sandwich bar.
Right.
Go work in a sandwich bar in Nepal.
And you write poetry. Take it before I change my mind.
Thanks, Chef. Right. Go on.
I thought you liked poetry.
lt's a restaurant, Billy. People get sacked.
What are you looking at?
Get this cleaned up.
And they go on the magnetic strip in the kitchen.
This is it, Joe. Tonight's as good as it gets.
Don't forget to enjoy it.
The old man's on his way.
All right, one turbot, one mullet, table four.
Three wild salmon, table six.
ALL: Chef. Let's go with the girlie food, guys.
Can I borrow one of the new boys?
Yeah.
Um, Slobodan, you're with Ella. I need a balloon whisk.
Not much poetry in those two.
They're cheap, Billy, they're cheap. All right, boys, listen up.
Menu for the old man. Duck liver on toast, bone marrow, chocolate torte.
Everything we do best. Everything we do simplest.
ALL: Chef.
I want Duncan Docherty to eat the meaI of his life.
The dog's bollocks. Let's go.
What? What are you looking at?
You cook the bollocks of dogs?
No. Pigs, yes. Pigs, yes.
Dogs, no. Not a bad idea, though.
How are you, Franco?
The private dining room's all set up for you.
That's great. You know what I hate about these?
The havoc they play with the line of your suit.
That's why ltalian men are after carrying handbags.
No bulges in their Armani. Well, in you go, folks.
My God, I've come a long way from the turf bog and the potato.
What would my ma say, eh, Ella?
She'd be very, very proud of you.
I think she would.
You send your husband in to see me.
Hold these a moment.
Take this up to the guest room.
Green door, top of the stairs.
He likes a dram before lights out.
Service. OK. Two rabbits, one mallard, table seven.
What's my name? ALL: Chef.
Where's that beef, Roddy? Two minutes.
You said two minutes two minutes ago. Come on!
No, no, no. Move.
Bit of bloody finesse, please.
Have you seasoned that yet?
There. Go. Dad's going to love it.
lsn't it your night off? First night as a three-star Michelin.
I thought I should be here, basically.
Duncan wants to see you.
Get those lobster in for table five, Roddy.
Here you go. Joe?
Too busy. Service.
He wants to see you.
I can't see him, OK?
Give it all that later on, will you?
No, no. Roddy, stop.
He'll get stressed and then what happens?
He doesn't taste right.
Respect, Roddy.
Keep him calm. Service.
Everything's going to be fine.
lt's going to be just fine.
You all right? Aye.
Aye, I am fine.
Where is he? He wants to stay downstairs.
Because it's you, he wants to make sure it's all perfect.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are enjoying a culinary experience second to only one.
What is it?
People are asking to see the chef.
Do I have time before the main course? I'll check.
Nobody, but nobody, comes between me and my bone marrow.
Move, Chef.
How long for the marrow?.
One minute, Chef. Excellent.
That's very good. Service.
Ten minutes.
Plenty of time. Are you sure now?.
From the horse's mouth.
You've earned this moment.
I have, haven't I? Absolutely.
Wait.
What?
Come here.
What?
There.
Now you're the reaI thing.
Hot and bloody...
and straight from the stove.
Everything people want in a chef.
You know what I love about this woman?
She has massive bollocks.
That is beautiful. Service!
Good boy, Jonny.
''Good boy, Jonny.'' All he does is go up and down stairs with a tray.
lt's a skill he learnt in Feltham.
Calm yourself. Here's the marrow for Duncan's party. On you go.
Duncan's gone walkabout. What?
Just now. Under the lights.
Where has he gone? Out on the floor. Ten minutes at least.
Under the lights, Jonny Boy. No!
You can't keep perfection under the lights for ten minutes.
These are ready now. Ditch them. Start again.
ALL: Chef. MAN: ls he serious?!
Remember when you first started,
you'd come home with your hands all puffed up?
I was handling langoustine with open cuts.
Do you remember I woke up one morning
and my hands were in buckets of antiseptic?
You were so tired I could have put your hands in buckets of ice
and you wouldn't have noticed.
You were gentle.
You've done this.
You're a knifeman, Joe.
You know how it feels.
You can't imagine a thing like this.
How can you? lt's all set up.
You do this and we win everything.
I know how it feels to love a baby, Joe.
I know how it feels to have a baby feed at my breast.
Ella...
There was a smile, wasn't there?
Do you remember?
Well, we said there was.
His one moment of reaI life before he went away.
I gave him that.
(Sings) And the auld triangle
Went jingle jangle
All along the banks
Of the RoyaI Canal
And the wind was sighing
Oh, the day was dying
And the boy lay crying...
Right. Good, boys. Finish up.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the RoyaI Canal.
Beautiful.
Hush.
Listen.
..And the day was dying...
ln another life, I'd make a pass at you.
ln another life, I'll let you.
Bewitching woman.
Sleep well, Chef.
..the lag lay dreaming...
Roddy? Yes, Chef?
Go home.
Yes, Chef. Come here.
Malcolm, you've worked well tonight. Go home.
We cooked like three-star chefs tonight.
lt doesn't matter that no-one knows it's us and not him.
We know. That's what counts.
Absolutely.
Drink or sleep?
ls that your little code? What?
She's summoning you to the bedroom?
Yeah, right. So neither, then.
Neither what, Billy? Drink or sleep.
Whatever. I'm going to kip here.
Blue room's free, yeah?
Yeah, Duncan's sleeping in the green room.
Night then, Joe.
Night, Bill.
You two go home as well.
Thank you.
Bright and early tomorrow morning, though.
Hello?
Hello? Goran? Goran?
You sleeping?
Goran?
Hi. Do you have anyone by the name of Dragan Ankovic
or Goran Bobek living with you?
I'm from lmmigration.
CROWD CHANTS: lng-er-land! lng-er-land!
lng-er-land!
lng-er-land! lng-er-land!
lng-er-land! lng-er-land! lng-er-land!
lng-er-land! lng-er-land! lng-er-land!
lng-er-land! lng-er-land! lng-er-land!
lng-er-land!
lng-er-land!
MAN: England!
ENGLAND!
ENGLAND!
He opened his eyes.
He grabbed hold of my hand as though I was going to help him.
He thought that I could help him.
Shh. He thought I was going to help him.
My hand is bleeding again.
He grabbed onto me so tight...
ls your blood on the knife? I don't know.
Joe, is your blood on the knife?
I don't know.
OK.
This is what you do.
You go downstairs.
You put the gloves and the knife into the bins outside. Do you hear?
Mm. You do it now.
lt has to be before the bin men come.
Then you get the other pair of black gloves
and the second knife from the kitchen and bring them up here.
Go. Go. Let's go!
I can't go back in there.
Ella, I can't.
lt won't work. The first knife killed him, but they'll find the second knife.
With his blood on it. They can tell.
They'll know that that knife didn't...didn't go into...
Oh, my God.
You... I told you.
We're in this together.
He was dead.
So it was easier for me.
A little water and we're clean.
What was that? What?
Somebody coming in downstairs.
What time is it?
lt's morning. Already?
You've been asleep.
I'll never sleep again.
Listen to me.
You've been asleep and now it's just an ordinary morning.
Nothing's happened.
Go downstairs
and talk to whoever it is.
Good. Go.
ls he awake? What time is it?
Six. Not at market, Joe?
Slept in. A three-star hangover?
ls the old man up?
No. He's... Where is he?
Er, maybe we should leave him. I mean, does he even need to be awake yet?
He asked me to wake him to discuss the wine list before he does his interviews.
Can't get enough of him. Peasant lrish boy,
the toast of the culinary world and all that.
So, which room is he in?
Darling, which room is Duncan in?
Er, green room.
Sure? What a night.
Did you hear the howling man?
No?
I did. My God.
Howling at what? Just...howling.
lt's what he does.
Coffee, anyone?
Peter, are you all right?
Peter?
He's dead.
Stabbed. What?
Murdered? Here?
They'll see I've got form for violence and then they'll come for me.
You'll be fine.
You don't understand. lf I look likely, they'll make the facts fit with it being me.
lt's what they do. I'm telling you, it's going to be fine.
I put a knife in a man. You've paid for it. lt's over.
You think they ever think that?
Look, you've done your time in jail.
The slate's clean.
That's the way it works, isn't it?
lsn't it?
lt never leaves you.
There he is.
The locker room. Yeah.
lt's a boys' world, the kitchen.
We have a lot in common, you cooks and us coppers.
D'you do a lot of drugs? Some. You?
What did you think to the old man?
When did you start calling him that? I'm a good listener.
Pick things up quickly.
You haven't answered my question.
lf I'd have died an hour before Duncan Docherty...
..I'd have died a happy man.
Now...
..it's as if everything that was important in life has gone.
Nothing can ever be serious again.
I can't begin to express my sadness at what's happened here.
This is a terrible, terrible tragedy and anyone...
..who knows anything about this unspeakable crime must come forward.
MAN: What does the death of Duncan Docherty mean to you?
lt's as though everything that was important...
..has gone...
..out of life. And nothing can ever be serious again.
So what will happen to the restaurant?
This restaurant was Duncan's pride and joy.
He was extremely proud of what he'd achieved here.
And we will be open tonight in honour of Duncan Docherty.
lt's what he would have wanted,
and what he would have expected.
Amazing woman.
Amazing.
I'm sorry.
Just one more question, please?
We're looking for two men in connection with our enquiries.
TV: The first man is six feet tall, late 20s and dark brown hair.
He speaks with a heavy Serbian accent.
The second man we want to talk to is two or three inches taller with a shaved head.
He's heavier than the first man, probably 1 4 stone.
The second man, we also know he has green eyes and a Serbian accent.
lt's most likely that these two men are still together.
Both men are dangerous. They should under no circumstances be approached.
lf you do recognise any of these men, please do contact us.
Thank you.
WOMAN: I can't begin to express my sadness at what's happened here.
All right.
Michelin man? Good afternoon.
You've been expecting me, I should warrant. This way, is it?
Here's how it is.
You can confess now and we can work it out
vis-a-vis how to play it to the satisfaction of us both,
or I can do my four hours of scrunting about
and come up with everything you could have fessed up to four hours previous.
You catch my drift, Michelin man?
lt's only proper that I admit at this juncture
that I'm more likely to look kindly on the sins of the confessee
than the sins of a bloke what has made me work for my pound of flesh,
if you'll excuse my Shakespeare.
What's the story here? I can see you want to tell me.
Come on. Bare your soul, Michelin man.
How about I make it easy for you and I tell you my suspicions?
You stop me if I'm wrong.
Cockroaches? Mice?
Fish on the turn? A rat or two?
I'll tell you something.
Exterminating rats is emotionally very costly,
way more than your average cockroach cull,
cos rats have brains, you see, and chocker full of spunk.
lt's qualities you've got to admire in a rodent.
But they don't get it, see. They never leave the drains.
So for all their brains and spunk and fecundity, snuffing out a rat problem?
lt's a piece of cake.
lt's the sewer every time.
Tragic, really.
I could have you closed down for this, Michelin stars or no Michelin stars.
But I won't.
Do you know why?
Cos when I look into your eyes,
I see what you are.
A man who is committed to running a clean kitchen.
I'm never wrong.
Dump the scallops, there's a good lad.
(Sings) Oh, Lord
Won't you buy me
A Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches
I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime
No help from my friends
So, Lord, won't you buy me
A Mercedes Benz?
Dining at Docherty
This is our signature dish in the restaurant.
They go wild for it. So will you.
What kind of rabbit do we go for?
Do we go for farmed or do we go for wild? Both have got their arguments.
Wild is cleaner, it's tougher...
Time for the night shift.
..more of a risk.
But if you get it right, by God, the flavours come flowing out beautifully.
Take the risk, go wild. You should get it yourself if you can.
..After poaching,
it looks something like this.
Gorgeous. Do yourself a favour.
Before slicing up, show your friends and then pan-fry it.
lt's very important, this.
When frying, use olive oil. Buttery flavours are wrong.
They just get in the way.
Olive oiI is best.
You've got...
UntiI next week, same time, bye-bye.
What are you doing? Hey, I asked him to do that.
I can't bear to look at him.
I miss him too much.
No.
I don't know what you're thinking.
You're not being yourself.
Who is that?
The old Joe.
The guy who puts everything he has into cooking the best food he can.
Or the man who stabs people when they're asleep.
You said this would be OK.
lt is OK.
lt is not OK!
My head is full of...
I imagine things.
Ella, terrible things.
What's done is done.
Are you sure about that?
Of course.
Then why can't you sleep with the lights off?
Where are the others? What others?
The other bin men.
lt's always us. No, it isn't.
Do yourself a favour, mate. Get some sleep.
Joe Macbeth. Don't ask.
I have to know. Watch out for the big waiter.
Macduff? Yeah, that's the one.
How...
How do you know these things?
The whole story is here, from thwarted sperm in banana-flavoured rubber
right through to the yellow, hacked-out gob of ancient drunks.
All of life.
Cans of SpeciaI Brew. Dripping needles.
All the great excitements that get us from cradle to the grave.
The sound and the fury. lt all ends with us.
Incinerated. Obliterated.
No more.
Yesterday's breakfast, yesterday's meat, yesterday's men.
All our yesterdays.
All our tomorrows. Bye-bye.
ALL: Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
Stop!
What about Billy?
We told you.
We told HlM.
Less happy than you, and yet more happy.
And me?
What happens to me?
Pigs will fly before anything happens to you.
Pigs will drop on your head before you're harmed.
(Sings) Pigs will fly...
ALL THREE: Pigs will fly, pigs will fly
Pigs will fly, pigs will fly, pigs will fly-y
Pigs will fly, pigs will fly, pigs will fly...
Pigs will fly-y, PlGS WlLL FLY!
Pigs will fly, pigs will fly...
The old man used to love all this, out here, crack of dawn.
We used to do this all the time. Yep.
Now, that is some beautifuI liver, guys.
You can smell the quality.
Aw, the powerhouse.
lt stores stuff, it processes,
sends out what other parts of the body need, cleans the blood.
Uses a lot of energy with all the work it does.
That's why you get that fantastic dark red colour. lt's an incredible worker.
Yes, I know, Billy!
Yet it's so delicate.
Ten seconds too long in the pan and you've blown it, haven't you?
Totally blown it.
So, does it pass muster? Yeah.
We're having another baby.
That's great.
Do you know what you're after? All boys so far.
So another boy would be good.
Service!
Wipe and go.
What the hell was that?
Do people want your sweat with their pig? ls that what you think?
Maybe we should put sweat of Jonny Boy on the menu!
He only wipes his forehead, then uses the same cloth to wipe the plates.
No. Don't put that down. Appetisers on the table within three minutes.
We can't have Jonny Boy sweating on Gloucester Old Spot.
Can we, Billy? No.
You don't have a towel, do you? No.
So lick it. What?
Joe... Lick his forehead.
What, are you deaf?
Who's the head chef now?.
ls it you, Billy?
You go.
I run this kitchen!
Mine is the only voice.
Tomorrow morning, everyone, there's a breakfast meeting.
Joe and I would like you all to come,
and if you're not down to work, you'll be paid for being there.
lt's important. All right?
We're like actors, aren't we?
Out there under hot lights strutting our stuff.
Anything can happen.
Billy, sometimes it does.
First rule in the kitchen, Joe -
respect.
I'm sorry.
Are you hearing that? Hear it pumping away?
The minute my heart stops doing that at work, you get me out of here, OK? OK?
OK.
Mad boy. But you love me!
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
That's OK.
I'm a bit wired. D'you know what I mean? Yeah...
You know what helps me at the moment?
What is that, Billy? Cycling.
What, it clears your head?
Sometimes I get home, I can't sleep, I wait for Freddy to wake up.
We go out together on our bikes. Father and son thing.
Up on the Heath? Yeah, Kite Woods.
Sometimes, afterwards, I actually sleep properly.
Do you ever think about those bin men?
No, never.
You going up Kite Woods in the morning?
Yeah, think I will.
Mind you don't miss the breakfast, Billy.
See you, Joe. See you, Billy.
Right, fine.
Be there at half seven in the morning.
Right, bye.
Who was that?
A supplier.
At this time? He's a butcher, Ella.
All good butchers are up by now.
Come on, Freddy.
Coming, Dad.
Dad?
Dad?
lt's done.
Right.
lt had to be done. He was going to the police about you.
His boy was with him.
Did you...?
No, I didn't.
I want to give you all one of these as a gesture of thanks
for all the blood, sweat and tears over the last few weeks.
I mean, in the shops these are...
$25.99. Obviously, to you guys,
they're $22.50. There you go.
To all of you.
ALL: Cheers.
Cheers, guys. Thank you so much.
Where's Billy? He should be here.
He's not called in? Billy doesn't call in.
He has a hot-line to the head chef.
Check your phone, Joe. He hasn't called.
lt's Billy.
BlLLY: lt's beautifuI up here. Where is he?
Fresh... Just great.
He's up on the Heath. He... He goes cycling.
I'll see you at breakfast. lf I don't fall asleep!
What did he say? ''See you at breakfast.''
Cheers, Roddy.
There you are, Joe.
lt's a video message.
How'd you get a video message? Billy the bike.
Let's have a look. Look at that.
DON'T!
Listen, everyone, Joe's...
Joe's been a bit... He's not been himself.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
Why won't you look at me?
You look at yourself in the mirror.
But you won't look at me.
Am I worse than you?
Am I? Come and sit down, Chef.
Yeah... Yeah I'm a bit wired.
And what was it...? Lack of sleep.
Oh, no.
I'm sorry.
Get him away from me.
Get away from me!
JUST GET AWAY FROM ME.
Why don't you all go and set up for lunch?
Maybe he's...
I don't want your opinion, Roddy. Just do it.
He was there.
Who?
Sitting in that chair. With...
He was onto us.
Who was, Joe?
Billy.
Why? Why can't you see what I see?
Why can't you feel the things that I feel?
Ella?
We were together once...
..and then you stopped talking to me.
Chef.
Service! Jonny Boy's upstairs, Chef.
Shall I take it upstairs, Roddy?
Would you like me to do that? I mean, after all I'm only the head chef!
Answer me yes, or no, son.
ls that my job now?. No, Chef.
No. Malcolm!
That's the wrong sauce, Chef. What are you saying?
I think that's the wrong sauce. DO you?
EVERYONE!
Malcolm here, aged 1 2, thinks that I'm using the wrong sauce.
What do you know about anything?
Look at these. Where's the pain?
Where are the wounds? Hairdresser!
I'm going to be the reaI thing. Like my dad.
What did you just say?
Give me that.
You want to be the reaI thing?
How would you like your first reaI burn?
Chef. Shut it!
Get Ella.
Go ahead. Come on.
Customer on table seven says his lamb isn't cooked properly.
ls there a problem? ls there a problem with the cooking?
Aargh!
Get the hell out of my restaurant.
What are YOU looking at?
Eat.
Goodnight.
Goodnight. Goodnight.
They love it when you're here. GlRL: We love it when you're here.
Shut up, Amelia. Shut up, Amelia.
I have to go.
You promised you'd do bed-time. I'll be back as soon as I can.
Be back as soon as I can.
Don't do that. Don't copy everything.
Stay, Daddy. I'll see you later.
Don't go, Daddy. Off! Get off.
Bloody hell, Peter.
Are you getting a divorce?
No. Don't be silly.
Mummy's just sad that Daddy isn't here for supper.
Daddy's sad too.
What's a divorce?
What are you saying? You know what I'm saying.
Your father wasn't murdered by two roughneck Serbs on a botched robbery.
Let me ask you a question.
What did Joe Macbeth gain by the death of your father?
I'll tell you the answer.
Everything he's ever wanted.
I don't owe you anything more. Have a meal.
You killed Billy.
Once you've started... No.
What's one more? No!
DCI Varley is very good at what he does.
He's a listener.
One word from me, a hint, a whisper...
..and he'll be all over you, Jonny Boy.
I can't go back inside.
Then you take care of Peter Macduff.
Three days and two nights.
Then they cut me open
and out he popped,
clean as a whistle.
But tiny, like a bird.
With tiny lungs and a tiny heart.
Then three more days and nights,
Joe and I sat looking at him in his little box...
..all...hooked up with tubes.
We didn't go to sleep.
I held him once.
They knew it was over, so...
..so they gave him to us to hold.
He put his little mouth to me...
and then he died.
The size of the coffin...
lt was so small...
lt made me laugh.
Jesus. Call the police.
Help me, Joe.
Joe...
Joe, where are you, Joe?
Ella!
All of them?
Both my girls? And my wife?
Chef?
Ella... I'm sorry.
Say it. She's dead.
Dead.
Sorry.
Don't YOU say sorry.
She was MY wife.
Yes.
Am I sorry, Roddy?
Do I still have that in me?
What do I feel about the death of my wife?
Nothing.
I feeI nothing.
Leave me.
Joe... GO AWAY!
MAN: Macbeth!
I won't fight you, Peter.
I've already got too much Macduff blood on my hands.
Don't worry about me, Macduff.
See, nobody can hurt me.
Nobody can hurt me! I'm...immortal.
What was that?
What was that?
Helicopter?
ls it landing on this building?
''Pigs will fly.''
''Pigs will fly!''
Pigs are landing on my head.
COME ON !
Come on, Roddy.
I want these now, not tomorrow.
Yes, Chef. Sorry, Chef.
Let's go, let's go. ALL: Chef!
This is my father's recipe.
Rabbit stuffed with black pudding and wrapped in Parma ham.
He loved it because it reminded him of his home in lreland
and of the people he was brought up with. That really matters...
