There used to be a mark up there where Goshy Capps threw a plate of kippers.
- Kippers? - Yes, kippers, for God's sake.
(Woman) You wouldn't find kippers here.
- They serve kippers for breakfast here. - (Man) You've had breakfast here?
The ferryman and his lady ate here every morning.
The ferryman was a poofter. And fish disagreed with him.
- Who are all these people? - Small-time crooks and pimps...
Boarst painted it out. I'll get him to paint it back again.
..gigolos, busted boxers, cheap whores...
(Albert) I've got the clippings at home.
..bullies, hairdressers, faggots.
- (Albert) Robin Hoods. - No, just hoods.
(Albert) You're getting very smart. (Cory) Smart? Even his slang's out of date.
(Albert) Now I'm the clientele, you understand? Me.
And Georgie here and Cory Peterson. The coq au vin is good.
(Man) Cock a what? (Albert) Chicken cooked in wine, you mule.
- Bess Riddle lived on coq au vin. - (Man) More of the coq than the vin.
- (Grace laughing) - (Albert) Starkie, there are ladies present.
- Or there were. Where's she gone? - Gracie's no lady, are you?
- (Grace) She must have a bladder infection. - She's one of us.
(Albert) There's nothing wrong except she disappears to the john.
(Man) And which of the bladder infections do you have, Starkie?
(Man) Ladies go to the toilet, not the john.
Real ladies don't go to the toilet, they go to the bathroom.
(Mitchel) Boarst hasn't got a bathroom. (Albert) Shut your mouth.
You'd pee in your pants before you'd recognize a respectable WC.
So, he's broken the silence for us
and your name is Georgina.
Yes. And don't ever call me Georgie.
You have beautiful eyes, Georgina.
And you have a beautiful prick, Mr. Gynecologist.
- I have? - Yes, whatever its racist beliefs.
- Your husband is a curiosity. - He is?
Why?
Why what?
Why am I married to him?
Why aren't you married?
- How do you know I'm not? - You're not.
- I'm not. - Why?
I once saw a film in which the main character didn't speak for the first half an hour.
Like us? Do all the minutes we've been together add up to half an hour?
I was completely absorbed as to what would happen because anything was possible.
And then?
He spoilt it - he spoke.
- And? - Within five minutes, I'd lost interest.
So now you've opened your mouth, do you expect me to lose interest?
It was only a film.
Erm, now, we've been talking for one minute.
We've got four minutes left before you lose interest.
Four minutes. That's enough.
Where's the bomb?
He's, er... He's eating avocado vinaigrette and prawns.
With his fingers.
Kiss me.
- Your restaurant's noisy, Spica. - It's popular on a Sunday night.
I like a quiet restaurant, with floor shows.
Boarst is a culinary artist, not a fancy entertainer.
But we're here to please you, Terry. We'll get you a floor show.
Cory, phone Santini. Five girls - strippers.
Make it decent, will you? My daughter's present.
Five dancing girls with music. Strictly no filth, only class.
And make it quiet. I want to keep my ears till I'm 90.
God, Terry, what sort of floor show do you like? Mute nuns?
If they call me Mr. Fitch, I might. I'm only Terry to my wife, Spica.
- Like me. - You're Terry and all, are you?
- I'm only Albert to Georgina. - Even when she's in the loo?
- Shut your whore up, Cory! - God, you're noisy, Spica.
Makes for indigestion. Don't you find, love? What's your name?
Patricia, Mr. Fitch.
Are you a good dancer? You look as if you might be a good dancer.
We'd like to see you get up and dance, with Geoff.
Geoff's a very good dancer.
- There's no dancing allowed. - I always eat at home.
- Best place. - No food poisoning.
Ricky Boarst is as safe as houses. He keeps a very clean kitchen, go and see.
I'd like to see.
- Mitchel, take the lady to see the kitchen. - I'll take her myself, Spica.
- Show me the way. - Through that door.
I'll call in the bathroom and send Georgie back tout de suite.
That means immediately.
- Your new girlfriend's cheap, Cory. - She's only practicing her French.
It's a French restaurant, isn't it?
Someone's having pheasant for dinner.
(Georgina laughs)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
We could be interrupted, um... 700 times.
- What's your boyfriend paying you, Patricia? - Paying me? He doesn't pay me.
He buys me meals and drinks.
- Doesn't he give you no pocket money? - No.
Nothing for a tuna fish sandwich late at night or a bottle of gin
- to make you forget what you had for lunch? - No.
(Sniffs) Phew, it stinks here.
Listen, how about if...
if I gave you some pocket money?
What do I have to do to earn it?
OK, here they are. Where's Fitch?
Phillipe, clear those tables. We need more space.
- But Mr. Spica, they are eating. - Move them.
You are in the way of the floor show. You're gonna have to move.
We're in the middle of our meal.
If you're going to eat quite quickly, you can finish your soup.
After all, you don't want to get trampled on, do you?
Hold him. Hold him.
(Gasping, screaming)
It's a pity you didn't take my advice.
All that lovely food. Richard will be disappointed.
Now, you're gonna have to eat in the kitchen like naughty little children, eh?
Hey, what is your name?
What did you say? Did I hear you say William?
Well, naughty little Willie, tiny little Willie,
how would you like to be spanked on your big, fat bottom?
(Gasping)
Seeing as you're so keen on Richard's mushrooms, William,
you, I'm gonna give you five, the count of five
and I want to see you on the way to the kitchen
or you'll be out in the street!
Get out.
(Shouting)
(Screaming)
(# Cabaret singer)
# I am waiting, I am waiting
# Come up with something sometime now
# We're only here for love... #
- Oh, look at the time. I must go back. - One minute more.
- No. - 30 seconds.
(Fitch grunting)
Oh! Oh!
Oh. What the hell are you doing?
I bought meself a ride. Why don't you keep still?
Sorry, I had a surprise.
What bloody surprises could there be possibly left for you?
I give up, you bitch.
I'm sick ofjumpy whores.
You're only worth a Fitch one star - that ain't for looks, that's for availability.
# I am waiting
# Come up with something sometime now
# We're only here for love
# Outside the reach of money
# Beyond the reach of fame
# We're not for buying or lending out... #
Look who's just come out of the woodwork.
# Be quick and be tight
# And be it not and be right
# Then be slow and... #
- (Cory) What've you been doing? - I've just been earning you good money.
And I've just seen how we can earn ourselves some more.
# Then go #
(Cheering, applause)
(Hollow banging, dogs barking)
(lnspector) We have complaints of offensive smells from two vans on the restaurant premises.
The restaurant denies any responsibility. Over.
(Police radio)
Why can't we meet somewhere else?
That's impossible. It's better to do it under his nose.
He'll never believe I do it right under his nose
between courses,
between the hors d'oeuvres and the canard à I'orange,
between the dessert and the coffee.
Besides,
I'm learning fast
how to cut corners, save time.
I'm getting good at it, aren't I, Michael? Aren't I?
Aren't I getting good at it? Aren't I?
Aren't I getting good at it? Mm.
Aren't I getting good at it? Oh.
(Dogs barking, police radio)
(Albert) Last night was bloody awful and you're to blame, Cory.
- Tonight you'll starve. - I don't like the foreign muck anyway.
Don't talk to me like that, you uneducated prat! You couldn't organize a rape in a brothel!
The girls were lousy, the music was lousy, you mucked the whole thing up.
Couldn't keep your own girl under control at all. Tch!
- First she shows off... - I didn't.
Shut your face, who's talking to you?
Then she goes and plays hard to get.
I mean, if she's been with you, Cory, how the hell can she be hard to get?
Spangler, get us a drink, quickly. Then she upsets Fitch in some way.
- (Patricia) Fitch is a pig. - Fitch has got manners.
He was like a bear with a sore head. Did you piss in his pants?
Then she's giggling like a virgin playing with a candle.
You'll have to make it up to him. He likes you, though you look like a bloke.
- Perhaps he likes blokes. - None of that homosexual talk.
He'll remember. Yesterday evening's got my name on it.
I'm not going with him. He sweats and stinks and he can't make it.
- Shut your whore up, Cory. - Like Georgie?
- Shut up! - She's a fine woman. She's never let me down.
- You must be joking. - Shut up, Pat!
- She's upset. - What do you mean, I must be joking?
- Here. Get rid of her. - Don't do that to a woman.
- I do what I like to a woman. - That's your trouble.
No wonder Georgie looks like she does and hates your guts.
- What are you talking about? - No wonder she screws around.
- You what? - You're so bloody blind, you'd never notice.
- Shut up! She's raving. - I'm not. I saw them.
- Who? - Georgie and that Jew.
- What Jew? - That bloke who sits over there, reading.
Haven't you noticed? They always go off to the john together.
- You what? - Why do you think Georgie's always in the john?
You blind bat. She doesn't have the shits every five minutes.
Shit!
(Patricia cries)
Shh. It's all right. It's all right. Shh. Quiet.
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
(Patricia sobbing)
I'm going to the loo.
(Gasping, screaming)
Georgina!
Georgina, where are you, you bitch? Georgina!
- What are you doing? Get out! - Get out, you bitch. Georgina!
Where are you? Get out!
- (Screaming) - Go on, get out!
Where are you?
- No, please! - Get out of here! Get out, you...
Please, no! Please, no!
- Go on! Georgie! - Please, no.
Where are you, Georgie?
(Coughing, retching)
(Flies buzzing)
- (Shouting, pots clattering) - (Whispering) It's over. He has found out.
- (Albert) Georgina? Georgina! - (Falling cutlery)
- (Banging) - Georgina!
- Georgie! You get out. - (Woman screams)
(Crashing)
I'll get him to leave.
- Richard, don't get into trouble over me. - Georgie!
(Woman screaming)
- Let's go and face him. - Don't be mad. He'll kill you!
Come quickly. Come with me.
- Wait here five minutes. - (Michael) We'll freeze to death.
He will never look in here. Only five minutes. I will get your clothes.
(Albert, distant) Georgie, where are you?
- Georgina! Georgie, where are you? - (Glass smashing)
Georgie. Georgie.
You! Where is she? Where's my wife?
- What's the matter? - You know. Fetching her cigarettes.
- Where's my wife? - (Richard) Your wife is your affair.
This is not a lost property office.
I want my wife! Where is she?
You! You stupid little rat. Where's my wife? Where is she?
If you have finished, I'll ask you to leave the kitchen.
- I have other diners to consider. - Oh! Uh!
I'm the only diner who matters here. I own this restaurant.
I want my wife. You've hidden her. Where is she?
God keep me calm! Where are they?
Georgina! Georgina!
- Georgina! Georgina! - Ahh!
Georgina! Where is she, Boarst?
Boarst, where is she? Georgie! Georgie!
Georgie, you bitch!
(lnspector) Hard around.
(Dogs barking)
Georgie! I want my wife!
(Screaming)
(Albert) Georgie!
I'll bloody find her.
I'll find them. I'll bloody find them. I knew it. Scheming tart!
I'll bloody find them and I'll bloody kill him!
And I'll bloody eat him!
I'll kill him and I'll eat him!
- I'll kill him and then I'll eat him. - (Georgina) Oh, shit!
- (Police radio) - I'll eat him!
I'll eat him!
We can get you out. Eden can drive you. Where do you want to go?
I know a place.
- What about our clothes? - I'll get them to you. Quickly.
Quickly. Quick.
No. No. No, no.
No, please. Aah! No.
(Flies buzzing)
(Georgina sobbing)
(Georgina gasping)
(Creaking)
What is this place?
It's a book depository.
When my bookshop is quiet, I do a stocktaking job.
I'm cataloguing French history.
There's a kitchen and a bathroom.
It's a bit primitive but there's an extraordinary view.
Have you read all these books?
No.
It's not necessary for the book-keeper to read all the stock.
With a job like this, you could be very boring.
Are we safe here?
Does Albert read?
No.
If you don't read, does that make you safe?
Only from bad books.
You could spend a lifetime in here reading.
You could. Two lifetimes - yours and mine.
- Is that what I'm in for? - No.
What good are all these books to you? You can't eat them.
How can they make you happy?
I've always found them very reasonable.
They don't change their minds when you're not looking.
That sounds like a disadvantage to me.
Kiss me.
# Wash me thoroughly
# From my iniquity
# And blot out... #
- I... - # Blot out... #
- I think perhaps... - # My...? #
I think perhaps we'll leave the singing.
Do you agree, until later, maybe?
How is the restaurant?
- It's all right. - And Richard? Mr. Boarst?
He's fine.
Is there any more trouble,
er, like last night?
- No, sir. - Would you like to join us?
No, thank you. I'll eat later with Mr. Boarst.
Enjoy your meal.
Thank you.
Erm, have you any other news to tell us?
Mr. Boarst says... He told me to tell you to stay put
and he wishes you bon appétit.
Thank you.
When you're finished, I'm to take the dishes back.
Oh, if you find any of those books interesting, you can borrow them.
Wa-woo! Di-di-di-di-dah-da!
(Dogs barking)
All right, where are they? Where are they?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
I don't suppose you ate all this yourself. What have we got in here? Let's see. Ah.
Fish sauce with mayonnaise and a touch of basil. I like basil.
What else we got in here? Aha.
It's sticky. Don't tell me. Chocolate sauce - profiteroles.
Georgina liked profiteroles.
Oh, and serviettes with Georgina's lipstick on them.
And a nice bottle of wine. Very nice.
He's for the chop, Richard. I'll get my hands on him.
Leave that bread roll alone. I need to know where they are. Where are they? Eh?
Ah. Ah. That's good. Open your mouth. Come on, open it.
- Take an interest in your food. - (Mews) We don't need to do this.
- Getting squeamish? - He's just a kid.
- Stand him up and get his trousers down. - Leave him alone.
Get out. Who needs fairies like you? And take your four-eyed cousin with you.
See how you get on in the streets without me to wipe your noses. Get lost! Righto.
OK, button eater, tell me where they are.
(Screaming)
OK, button eater, where are they?
We've run out of buttons. But there is one more button.
It's your bellybutton. How'd you like to swallow that?
- Albert! - You still here?
- (Shrieking) - Well, then, watch this.
Wake him up! Wake him up, wake him up. I must find out where she is!
Wake him up!
Where are they? If he comes to, he better start to talk.
(Albert laughs) I got 'em!
I have brought your dinner.
(Whispers) Where's the kitchen lad?
- He is in hospital. - What?
He said he told them nothing and I believe him.
- I must see him. - (Richard) I don't think that's wise.
I'm coming.
You must take me to him.
- Start packing. - (Michael) What have we got to pack?
Richard. Richard, bring that for Pup.
What can you do? You only endanger yourself.
I'll only be gone an hour.
Richard, you can bring me back, can't you?
Oh, poor Pup. Oh, poor Pup.
(Sobs)
Leave me something to eat.
Of course.
Please be very careful.
(Front door closes)
(Pup) # Have mercy upon me
# Have mercy upon me
# Blot out my transgressions
# Purge me with hyssop... #
Thank you.
# Wash me, wash me
# And I shall be whiter than snow... #
- Hold him by his hair. - (Choking, gagging)
(Mitchel) He hasn't got much hair to hold.
- Disgusting to be that old and to be her lover. - (Mews) Same age as you.
- I'm her husband, not her lover. - You can only be one and not the other?
If he'd been younger, I could've understood. He'd just be a passing fancy. You bastard!
Right, Mitchel, now's your chance. You are gonna chew bollocks.
- (Mitchel) He's too old. - What's that mean?
He's the same age as me - 40, almost.
If he was younger it would've been all right?
My God. When you're 17, is being 40 old?
- (Mitchel) He probably hasn't had a bath recently. - (Laughs) God, Mitchel, you are a prize mule.
Well, I mean, certainly...
- He must've been with Georgina last night. - No! Shut up.
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!
You pissing little worm.
God, you are an idiot, Mitchel.
You can be guaranteed to say the wrong thing at the right time.
I didn't mean that you literally had to chew his bollocks off.
I meant it metaphorically.
What does that mean, Albert?
"Jewish Book-keeper Savaged By Young Sex Maniac."
- (Michael choking) - I don't want this to look like a sex murder.
It's a revenge killing, an affair of the heart, a crime passionnel.
- I want no evil gossip spread around about me. - (Gurgling cries)
They are not going to say... They are going to say this was a dignified revenge killing.
They're gonna admire the style.
"He was stuffed. And Albert liked good food."
They might even smile. "He was stuffed with the tools of his trade."
"He was stuffed with books. The crummy little book-keeper was..."
Mitchel, no unnecessary... No unnecessaries.
Finish him off! Shut his mouth, hold his nose, ram the bloody books down his throat.
Suffocate the bastard!
(Georgina) Michael!
Michael.
OK, so this is how you eat the crayfish. First, you snap off the head.
(Crunching)
Then you pull out the whiskers,
then you strip off the legs.
And then you poke out the soft part of the body.
- You turn the light out? - (Mitchel) What light?
Idiot. You wouldn't remember to fart. Place might burn down with all them books.
- That would nicely destroy the evidence. - I don't want it destroyed, idiot!
I want Georgina to see it.
What did he say?
The French Revolution was easier to swallow than Napoleon.
Napoleon was a prat. He threw everything away.
Napoleon liked seafood. His favorite dish was oysters Florentine.
It's amazing, isn't it? Churchill liked seafood.
All the great generals were keen on seafood.
What did Julius Caesar like, or Hitler?
Hitler liked clams. And Mussolini liked squid.
- You're making it up. - What do you know, Harris?
- What did the bookseller eat? - You could tell from his vomit.
What do I care what he ate? It all comes out as shit in the end.
(Sighs)
I'm so tired.
I'm going to sleep.
I've got a lot to tell you in the morning.
And I want you to listen.
Somebody should know. And who can I tell but you?
And then...
when I wake up in the morning,
I want you to kiss me.
And then I want breakfast.
Erm, coffee and fresh rolls and butter
and marmalade.
And toast.
And...
Good night, Michael.
I'll see you in the morning.
I love you.
- You shouldn't have done it. It wasn't worth it. - You what?
Georgina wasn't worth it? How bloody dare you say that?
Georgina's worth a thousand snooty little Jewish book-keeping clerks
who masturbate over the French Revolution.
The book-keeper will get us into trouble and he wasn't worth it. Calm down.
Little circumcised mediocrity was screwing my wife! I will not calm down!
I've seen you, Harris, eyeing Georgina, looking at another man's wife.
I've seen you watch her skirt fly up when she got out of the car.
Yes, I've seen you sniffing her, Harris.
And to think I ever trusted you with her,
that I ever trusted you to drive her home when I was drunk.
- You get out of this restaurant! - Calm down.
Mitchel, get Richard. I want this man banned. Get out!
- If you want to shout... - I can shout in my own restaurant!
I own this restaurant. Get out! Fuck you!
Go, you mule! Richard, I'm closing you up.
- Really? - You are finished, Richard.
Allowing decent people to dine with wife snatchers. You're finished!
I think not, Mr. Spica!
And if I did, where would you eat? Who would have you?
Now, if you'd kindly leave, we can start clearing up the mess you have made.
I'm warning you. Tomorrow your restaurant will be just one big car park.
- Nothing more. - I wonder how you will do that.
A bulldozer, Richard. Your cuisine will be 20 feet under brick dust.
Get out of it, Harris. You get out of it.
Go on. I can tell loyalty when I see it.
Well, Michael,
you didn't kiss me
so...
I suppose I have to make my own breakfast.
Don't get up yet.
Well, Michael,
that's that.
Short and very sweet.
Now you're not listening, I suppose I could tell you about Albert.
I meant to tell you eventually but I'd have to know you better because...
Well, because I'd be so ashamed.
But it's important that I tell you now so that I can have done with it.
Albert beat me. Well, I know you know that. You saw the bruises.
He was regular in his habits.
When we got back from that restaurant, he'd make me get a hot, wet towel
and accompany him to the toilet.
And I'd have to wipe his...
After I finished, he... he made... Oh...
Help me, Michael.
On his side of the bed he had a suitcase with all kinds of objects in it.
Er, a toothbrush,
a wooden spoon,
a plastic train,
a wine bottle.
And he'd use them.
If I didn't do it whilst he watched, he'd insist on doing it himself.
At least when I did it, it hurt less.
I don't think he was very interested in sex - not with me, not with women.
I left him four times.
I caught the night ferry.
He and Harris found me in Brussels, they brought me back.
On the boat, Albert cried, bought me presents.
But then after we landed, when we gotjust outside the harbor,
before the motorway, he stopped the car
and he and Harris and Spangler dragged me out and stripped me and beat me.
'Michael,
'all this must finish.
'Help me, Michael. Please.'
He's dead.
They stuffed his mouth with paper ripped from his favorite book.
- Could you cook him? - Cook who, Georgina?
Michael.
No. Mon dieu, non.
You have a reputation for a wide range of experimental dishes.
He might taste good.
I'm sure he would taste good.
What would taste best?
His heart? His liver?
The cheeks of his backside?
(Laughs) His prairie oysters?
Georgina,
sit down.
Sit down.
When you make out a menu, how do you price each dish?
I charge a lot for anything black.
Grapes, olives, blackcurrants.
People like to remind themselves of death,
eating black food is like consuming death,
like saying, "Death, I'm eating you."
Black truffles are the most expensive. And caviar.
Death and birth.
The end and the beginning.
Don't you think it's appropriate that the most expensive items are black?
We also charge for vanity.
Diet foods have an additional surcharge
of 30%.
Aphrodisiacs, 50%.
And from what I saw, your lover did not need an aphrodisiac.
What did you see? I want to know.
Nobody knew but you.
Everyone pitied me. Even you pitied me.
And how can I know that he loved me if there were no witnesses?
If you loved him, that does not seem to be a very necessary question.
Yes, it does! Tell me what you know!
What I saw was what you let me see.
Of course it was.
How could I know that it was real unless someone else was watching?
Tell me what you saw.
Or are you ashamed to tell me?
No.
I saw him kissing you
on the mouth,
on the neck,
behind your ear.
I saw him undressing you.
I saw him kissing your breasts.
I saw him put his hand between your legs.
And what did you see me do?
I saw you kiss him on the mouth.
I saw you lying under him on the floor of the pantry.
I saw him take you from behind.
I saw you take his penis in your mouth.
I saw you...
Do lovers always behave like that?
My parents behaved like that.
They did?
- You saw them? - And lovers in the cinema behave like that.
No, that doesn't count.
And in my fantasies, lovers always behave like that.
Were you jealous?
Did we make you jealous?
Did you want to join us?
- If you did, help me now. - Georgina, no.
In memory of us making love in your kitchen and in your fantasies, help me now.
No.
In memory of your parents making love, help me now.
Georgina, no!
People I like learn my name too late.
Too late?
Cook Michael for me.
No.
This was his favorite restaurant.
It's also mine.
Cook Michael for me.
If I did,
who would ever eat here again?
How can I make you change your mind?
Do you want to make love with me? You can do what he did.
How can I persuade you?
You can't. You may have loved him...
You know I did, you saw me.
But you don't have to eat him, Georgina.
Do you... Do you have some idea that by eating him
he can become part of you?
You can't believe that by eating him you can always be together!
I'm not eating him.
- Albert is. - Albert?
There's £11,000. It's Michael's.
Put your money away.
Where is he?
(Georgina moaning)
(Georgina crying)
(Hollow banging)
(Banging on glass)
What's going on here?
Why do I suddenly have to come in to my own restaurant like a stranger?
Special invitations.
Which I might say could've gone to a better printer.
I have to bang on the door like an outcast.
Well, well, well.
Georgina Duckles. What brings you here, you bitch?
I'm very surprised you show your face here, you slut.
Where you been, Georgina? Albert has been frantic.
Shut up, Grace. Find me a drink.
- Happy anniversary, Albert. - I'll bloody kill you for what you did!
- You should find that easy. - Don't think I'm taking you back.
I'll make you pay, you slut.
Your bottom's going to be very, very sore for weeks.
No more books for you, girl. You're staying in under lock and key.
There's going to be no more books or prick- sniffing for you, girl.
Happy anniversary, Albert.
What are you talking about? It's not my birthday.
No, but it's an anniversary that I shall always celebrate, even if you won't. And you won't.
- What? Where is everybody? - They'll be here presently.
- Look, Georgina. - What?
- It's all over now. - What is?
- Grace, just go and look out of a window. - Oh.
Mitchel, bugger off out of it.
Look, Georgina, when the others arrive...
Where are they? The invitation says nine o'clock.
- Where are they gonna sit? - They'll be here presently.
Look, Georgina, you didn't... didn't really like him, did you?
I mean, how could you like a bloody book-keeper, a nobody?
I tell you what. I'll try... We'll forget it, eh?
Eh? Come home with me.
Tell you the truth, Georgie, I've been a bit miserable.
- Since it is your anniversary... - What bloody anniversary?
I've brought you a present.
I don't need presents. It's me who gives you presents.
Besides, you've never had the money to give me presents.
And Richard has cooked it for you.
- Under my instructions. - Oh?
Knowing how you like to eat.
Knowing how you like to gorge yourself.
And we've brought a few of your friends around.
(Albert) What sort of party is this, Georgie?
- What's going on? - Sit down, Albert.
Can't I sit down, Georgina?
No, this is Albert's special treat.
- Here, I'm not eating with that Roy there. - Shut up, Albert.
You're here to enjoy yourself.
Georgie.
Jesus!
God.
(Georgina) No, it's not God, Albert. It's Michael.
My lover.
You vowed you would kill him, and you did.
And you vowed you would eat him.
Now eat him.
What's the matter?
You have your knife and fork. You do know how to use them.
Or have all those carefully-learnt table manners gone to waste?
Mitchel can pour you a drink.
(Mitchel whimpers)
Your waiter has opted out.
Er, Grace will pour for you.
Oh.
- Non, monsieur! - Yah!
Eat, Albert.
Roy, pour Albert a drink.
Try the cock, Albert. It's a delicacy.
And you know where it's been.
(Grunting)
(Georgina) Go on, Albert.
Eat.
Bon appétit.
It's French.
Cannibal.
English SDH