[WOMAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE]
[SHE SIGHS]
Um, just get a double espresso, please.
Strong.
[SHE CONTINUES TO TALK IN HER OWN LANGUAGE]
[SHE SIGHS]
- Sorry about that. - That's all right.
Bad day?
What?
Bad day?
- Cos you have... - This? - Yeah.
- Nah, this comes with the job, this. - Oh!
Yeah, I'm a police officer.
Oh!
Guess I better behave myself, then.
So what did this guy do?
Well, he... just ran at me out of nowhere.
Yeah, I know, I mean, what was his crime?
- What, his crime? - Yes.
Er, he just, er, he did some dodgy... illegal stuff.
But serious... serious shit.
Wow.
- You're not supposed to talk about this, are you? - Mmm-mm.
Gotcha.
- Yeah. - Sorry. I'll back off.
No, er...
What do you do?
I work in a cafe.
Yeah. Er...
- Well, I'm going to, um... - Oh!
- Yeah. The toilet? - Is that way.
- Is it? - Yeah.
What are you doing?
Oh, shit.
[HAND-DRYER WHIRS]
Oh, fucking mess.
Get out!
I mean it. Get out!
[MAN, TRANSLATED] _
I waited all night for you to show!
_
- You're sick in the head! - Fuck off!
_
- Get out! - _
You know there's a policeman in here, yeah?
- Policeman? - Yeah. - Hah.
- OK, move. - You can't come back here!
- _ - Wait, wait, wait.
I don't want to have to arrest you, pal.
For the squeaky toys she likes.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Jesus. Are you OK?
Yeah.
Fuck!
I'm not even a policeman!
I know.
I knew.
Look, I was just... OK.
[HAND-DRYER WHIRS]
- Oh! - Oh, sorry.
- Sorry, sorry. - OK. Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait. You OK?
Yeah.
[GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS]
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