Baker's Son, The (2021)

[bunniefuu]

Ahh, bread...

so central to human history,

it's been called

the "staff of life."

It's just water, flour,

and yeast--

three simple

little ingredients...

but when made with love,

it can become

something special.

You might almost say "magical."

Have a good day, Ernie.

You too, Annie.

Oh, that coffee

smells so good.

Annie, if you love me

even just a little bit,

you'll pour me a cup.

No!

Half a cup?

A quarter?

No! You told me the baby

was already doing somersaults.

Just hang in there.

She'll be here

in a couple months,

you can have

all the coffee you want.

Okay, but-- oh!

Yeah, I think you're right.

She kicks hard enough

without caffeine.

I still can't believe

I'm gonna be an unofficial aunt.

Hey.

There they are--

my two favorite women

in the entire world.

Thank you.

Mm.

It's so much better than

what I brew at the bakery.

Oh, yeah, go ahead.

Rub it in, Matt.

Sorry, Mary,

but you are almost home.

And you are already a picture

of maternal loveliness.

You are such

a charming little liar,

but I still love you for it.

So, uh, movie tonight?

I don't know.

I'm behind on my bookkeeping.

Besides... I'm still

a little annoyed with you.

What did he do now?

He broke up with Sarah,

she got depressed and quit,

and now I have to find

a new waitress.

I didn't do it

to hurt you.

We-- We just weren't right

for each other.

Well, no one's

ever right for you.

I mean, you have this image

of a perfect woman.

I'm telling you--

she doesn't exist.

I'm not looking for perfection.

I mean, Sarah was very sweet,

but...

honestly, she found the idea

of you and me having

a regular movie night,

ahem, "weird."

-Mm.

-And I'm sorry,

for me,

that's a non-starter.

Oh, I'm sorry,

this is my fault?

Yes!

But,

in the spirit of forgiveness,

I'll make the spaghetti

you like.

I'll even...

let you pick the movie

on top of it.

Oh! I haven't had

an offer like that

since before

Tim and I were married.

I'd take it.

All right, all right,

all right.

But I'll warn you right now--

there won't be one car chase

or expl*si*n.

Seven?

See you then.

-Bye, Mary.

-Bye, Matt.

You do realize why

he hasn't met anyone, right?

Oh! No.

Not this again.

Yes, "this again," Annie.

All the signs are there.

Why do you think he ends up

on your couch?

Because he's not willing

to pay for a streaming service.

No. Because he's subconsciously

in love with you.

Well, I would be

more interested

in someone who could

love me consciously.

I mean, come on.

It's Matt

we're talking about.

Hey, Walt.

I-I tell you,

you've got to experience

Windward Island first hand

to appreciate what a--

what a happening...

and h-hot...

spot we really are.

Uh, well, we've come a long way

from the economic downturn

and one little article

from you could--

Hello?

Hello?

Lyle...

you are the most

perfectly pressed police officer

this town has ever seen.

How do you do it?

Well, I like to iron.

I find it meditative.

Well, no conversation with you

is ever uninteresting.

Morning, Tim.

I just saw Mary.

She is looking more amazing

every day.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

Well, why so down?

Ah, you know-- stress.

I don't even know why

I'm bothering

to paint this boat.

I haven't had

a charter in weeks.

Come on,

things are gonna pick up.

You gotta stay positive, buddy.

You're gonna be a dad.

True.

Mornin', fellas.

So the van's just right

up there, around the corner.

Thank you.

Tim, look at that.

What'd I tell you?

Tourists!

See? Things are

picking up already.

Wow.

Well, hello, Lyle.

Nice to see you again.

Great to have you back,

Mrs. Dean.

Lovely to be back.

Not the best first impression

you've ever made.

I don't know.

In some cultures,

it's a sign of good luck.

Really?

Okay, fellas!

Hit me with your best shot!

Welcome to Windward!

Walter Rasmussen, Mayor.

Three tourists.

We're dying here.

Do you hear me? Dying here.

Enjoy your stay!

Ahem. To Mrs. Dean--

thank you

for opening

your beautiful home

to a company

of grateful dancers,

who will do their best

not to break anything.

Thank you, Philip.

As you may know,

my late husband

was not a fan of ballet.

In fact,

if he were still alive,

the Seattle Seahawks

would be sitting here

instead of you.

Create a wonderful ballet.

Make me proud.

And don't worry if you hear

strange noises at night.

I'm sure

it is just Franklin,

fighting culture...

even from the grave.

Cheers, everyone.

Cheers!

Cheers.

We've seen this movie

countless times,

and you cry at the end

every time.

I mean, you know

they're gonna wind up together!

It's not exactly a secret.

You're a fine one to talk.

You cry every time that movie

with the dog comes on,

where it's going home.

Okay, that is different.

The love between a boy

and his dog is simple.

When it's people,

it gets complicated.

So your solution

is just to avoid

serious relationships?

It's gonna make

for a very lonely life.

I don't have a lonely life.

I have you

and our relationship--

a nice simple,

uncomplicated friendship.

I don't know whether

to be flattered or insulted.

Nah, I meant it

as a compliment.

All right.

Ah, time to get this dough

in the oven.

Mm-kay.

I like this one a lot.

I don't know.

It's not turning out

the way I wanted.

You say that about everything.

When are you gonna finally admit

your work is good?

You have to say that

'cause you're my friend.

Oh, just because

I'm your friend

do not think I'm afraid

to tell you

some hard-hitting truths.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Like your taste in movies

is terrible.

Your painting isn't.

If I let you pick the movie

next time,

will you stop

talking about this?

Never.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I know, I know.

It doesn't have

that "something special."

Matthew.

You just need to put

a little more of your heart

into it.

Dad, we've talked about this.

I've tried.

Maybe I just don't

have the gift for it.

I didn't know I did,

and then, I met your mother,

and everything changed.

Remember what my bread was like

when she was alive?

The line of customers?

Sometimes, they couldn't

get out the door

without tearing off

a piece.

She inspired me.

After we lost her,

nothing was the same.

Maybe I just haven't found

my inspiration yet.

I trust that you will.

Now, make your deliveries,

go home,

get some sleep.

All right.

Oh! Hello. Just in time.

Come on in.

Where would you like this?

We're just downstairs.

Now sustain that.

Now transition. And up.

Nice. Jet into

Pas de Chat.

Lovely. Okay, keep that chin up,

shoulders back.

Oh!

Even it out.

It was bumpy.

I'm guessing

the five-second rule

doesn't apply here?

- Keep working on it.

- Good guess.

Great to have you here.

And remember--

I'm not just the mayor.

I'm also a notary

and an insurance broker.

Never too early to start

thinking about life insurance.

Ahh. I should've offered them

accident insurance.

Dancers break a lot of ankles,

don't they?

Maybe I could get

a charter or two out of this.

Any of 'em fish?

I don't know.

It didn't come up.

I'll be right back.

Do you think we could

get any publicity

out of having

a ballet company here?

You just don't give up,

do you, Walt?

No.

And I'm not gonna stop

until Windward

is back on the map.

I will ford every mountain,

I will climb every stream,

-I will chase every--

-How many beers have you had?

Half a glass.

That's it, Walt.

I'm cuttin' you off.

Ah, good idea.

I need a clear head

to plan my next move.

Night, all.

-Night, Walt.

-Thanks, Walt.

Not even one of 'em fish.

The universe must have

something against me.

Hi.

Hi. Can we get a white wine

and a club soda

with a lime, please?

Ooh. Make that two limes.

I'm feeling a little frisky.

Ooh.

Okay. Maybe the universe

likes me a little bit.

Aw, what's wrong?

Is my guy feeling

a little down today?

He just found out

he's not gonna get rich

off the ballet dancers.

Hey, it's not all about

making money off them.

I, for one, am happy

to get a little bit of culture

around this place.

And since when

are you a ballet fan, Matt?

Since Annie took me

when we were 10.

You hated it.

I didn't hate it!

I didn't hate it.

It was The Nutcracker

and the Mouse King

terrified him.

A mouse scared you?

He was, like, six-feet-tall,

with a sword,

big teeth, and claws,

and it was...

-Six feet. Terrifying.

-...very scary.

Excuse me.

-Can I get a diet cola, please?

-Sure thing.

Had a chance to explore

much of the island yet?

No. We've been

pretty busy rehearsing.

How's that going?

-Good.

-Great.

I'm a big ballet fan.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, The Nutcracker

is one of my favorites.

Uh-huh. And, uh,

what else have you seen?

Well, actually,

nothing else yet--

What happened?

The Mouse King scare you?

Oh!

Ouch.

Okay, okay,

it wasn't that funny.

Yeah!

It's very funny.

Uh, yeah. That's right.

Mrs. Dean's brought the whole

company out from Seattle

to rehearse

a brand-new world premiere.

I'd say that's worth

a few minutes on your broadcast.

Hello?

Thank you. Come.

Tch-tch. Good boy!

Yes, you're a good boy.

Welcome back to Windward,

Mrs. Dean.

Oh, hello, Walter.

Nice to see you.

I was just thinking,

I know how much

you love Windward,

and right now

we could really use

a little publicity

to help boost tourism.

Ah, and a world-class

ballet company in rehearsal

might generate that coverage?

You are as perceptive

as you are lovely.

Thank you, Walter,

but you don't need to work

quite that hard.

I'll make a few phone calls

and see what I can do.

Well, you're a blessing

to us all.

Ah, let's not elevate me

to sainthood just yet, Walter.

Mm.

B onjour!

You're very cute.

Hmm? Oh!

Who do you belong to, hein?

Rudy!

Rudy?

Oh, mystery solved.

Over here!

Oh!

Ahh!

Rudy, there you are.

You shouldn't have run away,

you bad dog.

I think he was hungry.

Oh, you didn't feed him,

did you?

I don't like him begging.

It's a terrible habit.

In France, we let them sit

at the table with us.

Even in restaurants.

Happy dog, happy people, hein?

Well, we're not in France now.

Rudy? Rudy!

Come!

You'd better go.

Come! Rudy, come.

Thank you.

All right, Rudy.

Come on, Rudy.

You're welcome.

So, that's another hamburger--

plain, no bun, no fries--

and a water.

-Yes.

-All right.

Let me guess. Same?

Actually, I will have

a burger with bun

and cheese,

fries, crispy,

and a... chocolate malted.

What?

I'm the boss.

I get to eat what I like.

Fantastic.

And now I can pay

my electric bill.

So you own

this charming establishment?

Oh, I own a whole chain--

South America, Europe,

next week,

I'm opening one in Shanghai.

Well, mice to know,

wherever I am in the world,

I'll never be far from you.

Right.

I will just get this going.

I know that look in your eye,

but I have a feeling

she's too smart

to fall for the Philip Chandler

dance routine.

Mm-hmm.

You might be right.

Which is exactly

what I find so interesting.

Hey, Annie.

-Hi.

-Can I get a turkey sandwich?

In a sec. Cook's out sick,

I'm still short a waitress,

and this is as close to packed

as I've been in a while.

No problem. I can wait.

Thinking about talking

to her again, aren't you?

Okay, yes.

I'm just not sure about what.

I've already made it very clear

I know nothing about ballet,

so I think it's a little

too late for Google.

Well, you could talk about

how great my food is.

Oh, h*. You're not even

trying to help, are you?

Sorry. Little busy.

You're gonna have to figure

this one out on your own.

Okay, fine.

I can do this.

You can do this.

-All right.

-Yeah.

If you're looking for anything

after the Beatles broke up,

you're gonna be disappointed.

You just saved me a quarter.

My pleasure.

So, the food here--

pretty good.

Glad to hear it.

Okay, then.

How'd it go?

Well, can't win 'em all.

Why do I get the feeling

you're enjoying this?

Please, I'm your best friend.

Why would I enjoy this?

Thought I might

find you out here.

Shouldn't you be taking bread

out of the oven?

I already did.

It's cooling.

See you haven't given up

on that painting yet.

You feeling better about it?

You know me,

I can never tell.

I don't know.

What do you think?

Be honest.

Could you bring it

a little bit closer?

You're not gonna

fall off the dock, Matt.

A gust of wind

could come up like that.

You know,

my offer still stands.

You're never too old

to learn how to swim.

Gotten this far

without it.

I'm good.

Someday, you're gonna

have to explain to me

why you choose to spend

your whole life

surrounded by something

you're afraid of.

Okay, well, let's put

a pin in that

until the next time

you bring it up?

I need your help

with something.

Sure.

Okay, right. So, um...

here's the deal.

Say you were interested

in someone,

like, I don't know,

a dancer--

how would you go about that?

Wow!

I've never seen you

so unsure of yourself.

It's just we come from

such different places.

You know, she's got a career

that's probably taken her

all over the world.

I don't even own a passport.

And you want me

to be your dating coach?

Yeah.

Annie, you're the smartest

person I know.

And the most sophisticated.

I mean, come on!

I've already put my foot

in my mouth twice.

If I'm lucky,

I've only got one more shot.

Okay.

Well, I'm not sure

what kind of help I can be,

because, you know,

I haven't dated anybody

since that stockbroker

from Seattle two summers ago.

Besides, I don't know

anything about this dancer,

what she's looking for

in a guy.

Well, what would you look for?

What would I look for?

Yeah.

I don't know.

How about everything

that stockbroker didn't have--

depth, honesty,

the willingness to actually

give something of himself.

You could try

offering her that.

Geez, Annie, we just met.

Haven't had a real conversation

with her yet.

Can we start with something, uh,

a little simpler?

Something simpler?

Um, I don't know,

you could try baking for her.

Bet she'd k*ll

for a carbohydrate.

I'm joking.

I know.

But there's something there,

I think.

You said I need

to give something of myself,

and this way,

I would be.

Thanks, Annie.

Knew I could count on you.

Always happy to help.

It's okay.

I won't tell anyone.

Tempting,

but I don't think so.

Wait.

I, uh...

I-I wasn't

completely honest with you

at the pub the other night.

About what?

The Nutcracker isn't

the only ballet I've ever seen.

Really?

I saw you dance.

In Seattle?

No, here, the other day.

I was delivering bread

to the estate.

You were...

i-it was beautiful.

As good

as The Nutcracker?

Okay, I'm no expert

or anything,

but I don't know,

watching you move,

the way you danced,

it's like...

gravity doesn't exist.

Like--

like the time slowed down, okay?

I'm so sorry,

I'm not saying it right at all.

Actually,

you were doing just fine.

Really?

Really.

So how 'bout that baguette?

Oh, my goodness. I can't!

Okay, okay, no, I understand.

Dancers need to be disciplined,

and treats have to be

very special,

so how does this sound--

fresh, classic pain au froment,

right out of the oven.

Perfect crust,

moist warm center,

dipped in olive oil,

with just a sprinkle of salt.

Okay, please, no more.

Five a.m. tomorrow.

Five a.m.?

You will not be disappointed.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Um, I gotta go.

Wait!

What's your name?

Nicole.

I'm Matt.

Annie?

Coming!

I told her I'd bake for her.

I'm sorry. What?

I took your advice.

I'm trying to up my game.

Oh.

Still warm.

What do you think?

I think I was sleeping.

Come on!

I just need an honest opinion.

It'll take you two seconds.

Well?

I'm not sure

what exactly you want me to say.

When you taste it--

I don't know,

what do you think?

I think it's... bread.

So there's nothing

special about it?

If you're hoping to knock

her ballet slippers off,

it's not gonna do it.

That's what I was afraid of.

She's coming by the shop

tomorrow morning at five.

Mmph.

Can I come back around three

with another loaf?

No.

Come on!

I would do it for you.

Goodnight, Matt.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Hey.

From the look on your face,

I'm guessing

it didn't go great?

You could say that.

She didn't even show up.

Well...

maybe she overslept.

You know, 5:00 a.m.

isn't exactly

the best time to start a date.

I might've gotten lucky.

Made another batch

after I left your place,

and, if I'm being

completely honest,

which you said I should be,

it wasn't any better

than the one you tasted.

Maybe it's because you're still

doing it for the wrong reason.

You know?

Instead of trying

to impress a girl,

do it because you want to put

the best of yourself in it.

What if this is

the best of myself?

Hey!

How could you even

say something like that?

We've been friends forever.

We know each other better

than anyone else.

When I got the chance

to study art in Paris

and I wasn't sure

if I should go,

you're the one who told me

that I should do it

because you saw more in me

than I saw in myself.

I feel the same way about you.

Wish I knew why.

Tsk.

Annie, I look at you

and I see someone

who's really passionate

about something.

You are out here at daybreak,

doing what you love.

You work a full day

at the restaurant,

and you're back out here

the next morning.

I don't have anything like that.

All I do is make bread.

So put your passion into that.

When I lived in Paris,

there was a baker near me

so good

that people lined up

waiting for him to open.

In Bruges,

there's a wafflemaker

who's famous all over Europe.

I mean, it's simple,

everyday food

that people just like you

turn into something special.

You really think I could do

something like that, don't you?

Of course I do.

I always have.

What?

I just realized,

sometimes, you're like

a shorter, cuter version

of my dad.

Oh, that might be

the sweetest thing

you've ever said to me.

Stop! Stop!

Nicole.

What are you doing?

Why don't you just tell me

and save us all some time?

It's all surface.

I mean, this is a woman torn

between two loves,

two passions!

You do know what passion is,

don't you?

Oh, good.

Another rhetorical question.

You'd like a real one?

Okay.

How's this?

Do you have

the emotional depth

to express

what I'm trying to do here?

See, you're good enough

for Seattle,

but I need world-class,

and right now,

I am not convinced

that you can give it to me.

Do you know what?

We're done for the day.

Okay? We're done.

Okay, Matt.

Annie seems to think

you're capable of more.

Maybe it's time you have

as much faith in yourself

as she does.

You came.

I know.

I'm surprised, too.

Come on in. Uh...

um, heh...

so I had a nicer presentation

set up for you yesterday.

Well, I need this more today

than I needed it yesterday, so.

I'm not entirely sure

what that means,

but I'm glad you're here.

Oh. One moment,

s'il vous plat.

Hmm.

Lucky you...

still warm.

Mm.

Oh!

Also better yesterday.

Well, you're getting

more points by the minute.

Oh... wow.

Oh, wow!

You sound surprised.

Okay, if I'm being

completely honest,

I don't think I've ever made

anything this good before.

I mean, my bread's

usually, uh, okay,

but this is like, uh...

like I was inspired.

Oh...

Sure. Okay.

All right, I know that sounds

like a line,

but if it was,

I think I'd probably come up

with something

a little bit better

than admitting

I'm usually mediocre.

Mm!

Something has happened.

You are a genius.

It totally worked.

What worked?

Everything!

I have never made bread

this good in my life.

She loved it.

And then I told her

I never made bread that good.

I was completely honest,

and she loved that, too.

Here, try it.

Matt, I'm kind of

in the middle of things here.

Come on.

Come on, just one bite.

All right.

All right, all right.

You can taste it, too,

can't you?

Oh, wow.

Lyle-- try that.

Oh, this is good!

I know. There's something

different about it,

something better.

And I couldn't have

done it without you.

You smell nice.

What is that?

Shampoo.

I like it.

This is really good.

I know.

There he is!

Just the man I wanted to see.

Hey, Walt.

So, I'm doing a little survey.

-Try one of these.

-In a sec.

How does this sound to you?

A "Pioneer Days" festival.

The entire town

in period-day costume,

and you, you handsome devil,

starring as

the island's founder,

Captain Bodie.

Tourists will eat it up.

No.

Come on, you'd be great.

I don't do costumes.

And besides, Walt,

you are the star

of the local community theater

every year.

You should do it.

I don't look good

in knee breeches.

Small calves.

It's hereditary.

My heart goes out to you.

Now try the bread.

Just think about it.

We gotta come up

with something

to get the tourists back here.

Ask Lyle.

All that bike riding.

He's got amazing calves.

I did. He said no.

You were my second choice.

Well, third.

So?

This is incredible.

Yes!

Four out of four!

Thanks, Walt!

Mm-hmm!

So, are you going to tell me

where we're going?

Well, it's a beautiful day.

I thought I'd show you

some of my favorite places

around the island.

Okay.

Your chariot awaits.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hi.

You know, I'm sorry.

We're actually closed,

but, um, Barnacle Burt's

is open--

I pray that I'm never so hungry

to eat at a place

called Barnacle Burt's.

I was actually on my way

to the far more fashionable

Bartholomew's Public House,

and wondered

if you'd care to join me.

Oh. Um...

thanks.

You know, but it's just--

it's been a--

Before you say no,

you should be aware,

I'm a world-renowned

choreographer

with a huge, yet fragile, ego.

Rejection may depress me so much

I can't create,

and that, well, that would make

the world a sadder place.

Well, I certainly wouldn't want

to be responsible for that.

Excellent!

All right.

Just one second.

So, I mean, I was 23.

My ballet was the biggest thing

in Paris.

And there's nothing like

success in Paris.

What a city.

I know.

I studied painting for a year

at the Ecole Nationale

Suprieure des Beaux-Arts.

No way.

Well, you just continue

to impress me.

Merci. Vous tes trs gentil.

So how does a budding artist

with an excellent French accent

end up owning

a restaurant here?

It was my parents' place.

And after my father got sick,

I came back to help,

and I never got back to Paris.

And your painting?

I still dabble a little.

There's not a lot of

creative satisfaction

in ordering

cases of frozen hamburger--

...and cases of ketchup,

so it's nice to have an outlet.

Have you ever had a showing?

Only on the walls of my house.

It seems the life of an artist

was not something

I was meant to have.

Well, you know,

it's never too late.

Wouldn't it be nice

if that were true?

I'm sorry.

I seem to have inadvertently

brought down the mood.

No.

Let me see

if I can fix that.

Care to dance?

How could I say no

to a world-renowned

choreographer?

Quite.

Matt.

This bread just keeps getting

better and better.

It's a gift.

I don't question it,

but I am grateful for it.

Uh, could we get a beer and--?

A sparkling water.

Uh, you know what, Ernie?

Make it two.

Consider that

a gesture of solidarity.

You really do know

how to make a girl feel special.

Hi, Matt.

Annie.

I don't think

you've met Philip.

He's the choreographer

for the ballet company.

Hi.

Howdy.

And I-I don't think

you've met Nicole.

Not officially,

but how could I forget?

Hamburger, plain, no bun,

no fries, and a water.

What a memory.

Well, uh,

wish I could stay and talk,

but got an early morning, so.

It was good meeting you, Matt.

You too.

Don't forget,

early rehearsal.

Yes, sir.

-Annie.

-Matt.

Better! Much better.

Keep working like this

and we may actually

have a ballet.

Same time tomorrow.

Hey, Walter.

I hope you shaved today.

Seattle News Tonight

just came off the ferry.

I was thinking you might want

to say hello to them.

Excuse me!

Hey!

Welcome to Walter--

uh, Windward.

I'm Walter.

Walter Rasmussen.

I'm the Mayor.

Rick Rodgers,

Seattle News Tonight.

I know!

I'm a big fan. Big fan.

I'm a big fan.

Thanks.

Uh, well, we got to get

to the Dean place.

We're doing a piece

on the ballet company.

That's great.

By the way, uh,

we're celebrating

our 200th birthday,

doing a big, uh,

"Pioneer Days" thing.

See?

Uh-huh, yeah.

Great.

Well...

have a nice day, Walter.

You too.

Oh, stop smiling already.

I get it.

The ballerina loves your bread.

Everybody loves your bread.

Congratulations.

Ooh, someone's

a little scratchy today.

What happened?

Your date with--

...the "Lord of the Dance"--

...wasn't what

you'd hoped it would be?

As a matter of fact,

I had a lovely time.

It was absolutely lovely.

Oh.

Well... well, great.

That's great.

Just... you know, be careful.

Of what?

I don't think

he's the kind of guy

who's interested

in meaningful relationships.

You barely said

five words to him.

I'm just trying

to look out for you.

I don't want to see you

end up getting hurt.

I can take care of myself.

And if I were looking

for relationship advice,

you're the last person

I would come to.

Fine.

I'll have a burger.

But...

I think you're wrong.

Always happy

to hear your opinion.

Oh, look at that.

5:00. Kitchen's closed.

-You guys close at six.

-New hours.

Mm.

Some people support the arts

by buying season tickets...

If I want to flirt with Philip,

I'm gonna flirt with Philip.

I don't need

Matt telling me what to do,

acting all concerned

and noble.

What?

It's just funny.

I mean, you guys keep saying

that you're only friends,

but, first, you're jealous

of this dancer girl,

and then he's jealous

of this Philip guy.

You are like

a dog with a bone.

Ruff!

Stop.

And so, under the watchful eye

of benefactress

Katherine Dean,

the Philip Chandler

Dance Company creates magic

in the splendid isolation

of this tiny island community.

Another golden opportunity

down the drain.

Rick Rodgers,

Seattle News Tonight.

Finally get a reporter in here

and all he talks about

is the ballet.

Nothing I do ever works out.

Don't be so hard

on yourself, Walt.

When I was a kid,

my family

used to visit Windward.

I haven't been there for years.

It kind of

fell off the radar.

Well, Connie, I can tell you,

it's still very charming,

and it's not just the scenery.

Ooh...

Taste this,

and you'll want to go

tomorrow.

-Mm!

-Isn't that incredible?

Comes from Duval's,

the local bakery.

This... is delicious!

Everyone!

They're talking about my bread!

I think it's time

for a return trip to Windward.

Maybe tomorrow!

Well, I just may join you.

In other news tonight--

We're famous!

And all because of this guy!

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

We're Windward!

They love us!

We're Windward! They love us!

Look at that, Annie!

Another thing I couldn't have

done without you.

We're Windward!

They love us!

We're Windward!

They love us!

We're Windward! They love us!

We're Windward!

They love us!

We're Windward!

They love us!

-Whoo!

-We're Windward! They love us!

We're Windward!

They love us!

We're Windward! They love us!

Enjoy.

Merci.

Welcome to Windward.

Thanks for coming.

-Enjoy your stay.

-Thank you.

Oh!

Hi!

Fresh bread.

Fresh from Duval's.

Enjoy.

Well, of course,

there are times

I still think about

going back to Paris,

but, you know, that's not

where my life is right now.

And there's a lot to like

about living here--

the sense of community,

the pace of life,

the natural beauty...

The smallness

doesn't bother you?

Not all of us need a big stage.

Speaking of which,

how's the ballet coming?

You know what?

I think that it may just be

my best work ever.

-Really?

-Mm-hmm.

-That good?

-Oh, h*.

I know I must seem

full of myself--

and I am,

but you can judge for yourself.

I've convinced Mrs. Dean

to invite the whole town

to our final rehearsal.

You have to come.

Sure.

Great.

After you.

Do you want

to take me out tonight?

Okay.

Okay.

Great.

Great.

Hey, Annie,

can we get two burgers--

I'm sorry, kitchen's closed.

Again?

Yeah, I got to get

this place cleaned up,

'cause I've got a date.

Pick me up at seven.

Yeah?

There's our magic baker.

Hey, Lyle.

I don't know what

you're putting in that bread,

but don't stop.

It's the best tourist season

we've had in years.

Okay, that's, what?

10 people who've said

you're amazing?

So, Mr. Popularity,

you want to take me

whale watching tomorrow?

I... I don't think

that's a good idea.

Why not?

Just don't do well

on small boats.

You get seasick?

Okay.

Embarrassing moment

about to happen.

Please don't laugh.

I can't swim.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's just--

I know. I live on an island.

I always meant to learn, but...

But what?

When I was a kid,

we took a class field trip

to Seattle,

and as the ferry was

pulling out of the harbor,

I was showing off,

and I fell overboard.

The teacher didn't see me,

so Annie jumped in

and saved me.

She pulled me right there,

to that dock.

You two

certainly have a history.

Yeah, we do.

Did you two ever date?

Me and Annie? No!

No, she is my best friend,

though you wouldn't know it

from the way she's been acting.

How's she been acting?

Irritated.

Well, stop being such a guy

and ask her what's wrong.

Sounds exactly like the kind

of advice I'd get from her.

Well,

the more I hear about her,

the more I like her.

Enough about Annie.

Oh, you are so smooth.

Oh!

Thank you.

So...

we know each other

a little better now.

How do you feel about showing me

some of those paintings?

Oh, I, uh...

Seriously, I know

some gallery owners in Seattle.

I could talk to them for you.

What if you don't think

they're any good?

Having spent just

a little bit of time with you,

I have a feeling that I would

like them very much.

That's very sweet, Philip,

but...

You're not ready yet.

I get it.

But if you change your mind...

Goodnight, Philip.

Hello,

you lovely and hungry people!

We open in five minutes,

and I promise, it will be

well worth your wait.

Ah, bon.

You again.

Uh...

come on,

you little escape artist.

I don't have time

to take you home right now.

Alors, entre, entre.

Bon. Arrire.

Viens-t'en. Viens-t'en.

Matthew,

time to make your deliveries.

Right.

Thanks.

Who's this?

A new employee?

He belongs to Mrs. Dean.

You know, there's

a very pretty face

under that scowl of hers.

So what do you think?

I think you are a baker.

And a very, very good one.

Well, you said I needed

to find my inspiration.

Guess I finally have.

I just hope you found it

in the right place.

Viens-t'en.

Viens-t'en. Viens-t'en.

Annie?

You're not gonna believe this,

but there's

a guy out there named...

Thompson,

who wants to know

if you're interested

in selling the restaurant.

Where was he three months ago

when I couldn't pay a bill?

I'm not selling now.

Hello, Duval's.

I'm sorry, I have to put you--

What?

Really?

Fantastique!

Yes! Yes, see you then!

We are going to be

on Get Up & Go, America!

They want to do a story

on the bakery that brought

a small town back to life!

And table four's still

waiting for their fries, okay?

Thank you.

So... can I get

something to eat,

or are you closing

at two now?

Come on, Annie.

I don't want to fight with you.

Who's fighting?

Uh, we are,

and I'm not sure why.

I mean, I'm used to you

being a little cranky with me,

but this is worse than usual.

When am I cranky with you?

Come on, you have been

on my case since we were kids.

Pushing me to be something

I never thought I could be.

Well, guess what?

I finally listened to you

and now it's finally happened.

There's something in my bread

that wasn't there before.

I know it sounds crazy

and I can't explain it,

but I know you can taste it--

everyone can.

For the first time in my life,

I feel like I have a purpose.

Why are you telling me this?

Because...

it wouldn't have happened

without you.

I want you

to be happy for me,

instead of whatever...

this is.

I'm happy for you.

You've got

a weird way of showing it.

I'm sorry. I...

You know, I'm dealing

with some stuff and...

maybe I took it out on you.

Well, what kind of stuff?

You know, restaurant stuff.

Money.

But now, thanks to you

and your magic bread,

stuff's really picking up.

So, we're good?

Yeah, we're good.

Yeah.

Great, because

there's something

that I want to run by you,

something

that may surprise you.

Okay.

It's Nicole.

I-I think

I might be sort of...

in love with her.

Really?

Yeah, but the thing is,

I'm not sure

if she feels the same way.

I mean, she's not like

the girls I usually date.

She's more like, uh,

well, she's more like you.

Like me?

Yeah.

You know--

talented, smart, complicated.

Why is that... funny?

I'm sorry. I...

I don't know why I'm laughing.

You know,

I don't have any idea

why people fall

for the people they do.

If you want to know

how she feels about you,

you're...

you're gonna have to ask her.

I'm so new to this whole thing.

What if I'm not good at it?

Let me give you a hint.

When you tell her

that you love her,

you may want to lose

the "sort of."

I knew it! I knew it!

Oh, I would have made

a great psychologist.

I don't know

what makes me feel worse,

that I'm in love with Matt

or that you were right.

That's besides the point.

Okay, what matters

is that you've admitted it.

No. What matters is

that he doesn't

feel the same way.

Maybe he only thinks

that he's in love with her.

I mean, look at you.

Look how long

it took you to wake up,

and that was with

me filling you with insights.

I mean, sooner or later,

he's gonna realize

that they're from

two different worlds.

Wait.

Do you think that Matt would

leave Windward to follow her?

I don't know.

You're the psychology minor.

True. But I'm not psychic.

Oh, Mary.

Oh! Thank heaven!

Come in, come in!

Oh, my sweet, sweet angel.

I thought

I would never see you again.

There you go, Rudy.

Thank you.

You can't imagine

how upset I've been.

But of course.

I had a wonderful little dog

named Simone,

so I know exactly how you feel.

Would you like to join me

for a glass of wine?

That would be lovely.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please, take your seats.

The performance

is just about to begin.

You're supposed to wait

until she Do-si-dos.

Whoo!

Oh, nice to see you again,

Jean Pierre.

You look very handsome.

Oh, and you, too, Kathryn.

Oh, please, mon chri.

And I do believe

you're blushing.

It can happen in the presence

of a beautiful woman.

Now it's my turn to blush.

Shall we?

Thank you all so much.

I'm so happy you enjoyed it.

It was wonderful.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Annie,

and thanks for coming.

Oh, well, it's not every day

a place like Windward

gets to see

a star in the making.

Oh! That's very kind.

You must be really eager

to get back to Seattle.

You know, there's

a lot to love about this place.

It's easy to imagine myself

being very happy here.

But I guess

I don't have to tell you that!

Oh, no, you certainly don't.

Well, there's lots of people

waiting to congratulate you,

so I will just... bye.

There you are.

I was beginning

to think you hated it.

How could I?

I was watching you.

And there were no big mice, so.

Can I steal you away

for a second?

Yeah.

Oh--

You're leaving

without saying anything to me?

It was beautiful, Philip.

Truly.

Thank you.

Well, I was hoping

that you'd like it.

I'm sure you're being showered

with compliments.

Well, yes,

but some mean more than others.

You are a remarkable woman,

Annie McBride,

and I've truly enjoyed

spending time with you.

I'm just sorry that

I'm not the one you wanted

to be spending time with.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, perhaps I'm mistaken.

Take care of yourself.

You really

were incredible tonight.

Not that you need me

to tell you that, but...

It's still nice to hear.

-So, we never really talked a--

-I just want you--

I'm sorry. You first.

Um...

I can't begin to tell you

how much the time here

has meant to me.

And I'm gonna miss this place,

and you,

very much.

There's no reason you have to.

I was thinking about it,

and I could spend time with you

in Seattle,

and after the ballet closes,

you could come here.

No. After the ballet closes,

we go on a six-month tour.

And then there'll be

another ballet and another tour.

So what are you saying?

You have to understand,

I'm at the beginning

of a career

I've been working towards

my entire life,

and right now,

there's just no place in it--

So this is what it's like.

What?

I've never gotten

a "goodbye" speech before.

Matt, I'm...

It's okay.

You don't have

to say anything else.

I hope your career

is everything

you want it to be.

I've been thinking

about our conversation.

Ah!

And I think

I will be returning to Windward

more often.

I think

that would be very nice.

I'd love to see

more of Rudy.

Oh?

Just Rudy?

Well, actually...

Oh, Jean Pierre, I do believe

you're blushing again.

Ruff! Ruff!

Oh...

Au revoir.

Bon voyage.

Annie?

Annie!

Annie?

Ah.

Aw, Matthew.

More bread?

No, thank you.

Really?

You sure?

Positive.

Hello?

Walt... we got a problem.

Annie, have you

tasted the bread today?

No. Why?

Gah.

Oh, boy.

"Oh, boy" what?

Voil.

Uh, Jean Pierre,

we have a problem.

I'll be right back.

I know! I tasted it.

What happened?

She-- She left.

Who?

The dancer!

I don't understand.

Have you never

seen a French film?

Uh--

She's gone.

He lost his inspiration,

and the bread doesn't

taste the same without it.

You have to do something.

There's nothing I can do!

Hey, Matt.

Walter.

Just thought I'd drop by

and say "hey."

How did you get in?

The key under the mat.

Not the safest place,

by the way.

I was sleeping.

Sleep is good.

You know,

talking is good, too.

Anything you wanna talk about?

No.

I want to sleep.

Okay.

But if you do want to talk,

I'll be right here.

Here?

As in... "here" here?

No, no. I mean in town.

Unless you want me to stay,

because I--

Goodbye, Walter.

Just signed the papers.

All I need is a couple of weeks

to tie up loose ends

and the restaurant's yours.

Thanks, Mr. Thompson.

Well, I hope

that you and your family

will be as happy here

as mine was.

Bye.

Annie!

It's time

for the town meeting.

I'll be right out.

Hmm.

What's this?

"Deed of Sale"?

Annie...

you've sold the restaurant?

I was gonna tell you.

When?

Well, I knew you'd try

to talk me out of it,

and I couldn't take the chance

that you might.

You can't do this.

This is... This is crazy.

It's done.

But Annie--

Mary...

you have Tim.

And you're gonna have a family.

And what do I have?

Years of refusing

to admit to myself

that I'm in love with Matt,

and now that I finally have,

it's too late.

You don't know that.

Okay? That girl's gone.

Talk to him!

Tell him how you feel.

What's the point?

He's miserable over her

and I refuse

to spend any more time

being miserable over him.

I have to move on with my life

and I cannot do that here.

Hey.

You're my best friend

and I need you

to understand that.

I do.

I don't want to,

but...

I do.

Okay!

People, let's settle down.

We're here because

we have a crisis on our hands.

We know, Walter.

What the heck happened

to the bread?

Yeah!

Matt got his heart broken

by that dancer

and now he can't bake.

Wait a minute!

Are you saying that,

just because he got dumped,

he can't bake

good bread anymore?

That's the craziest thing

I ever heard.

It's not crazy.

It's a French thing.

See a foreign film

once in a while.

The point is--

Get Up & Go, America!

is coming in two weeks

to do a segment

on the "magic bread"

that brought an island

back to life.

Once they taste this...

They'll be out of here

before we can say,

"Happy Pioneer Days!"

And if word gets out

that our bakery

is nothin' special,

we're back to being

just another island

fighting for tourists.

So what do we do?

The bread was good

when he was in love.

We got to get him

to fall in love again.

With who?

We're a small island.

It's not like there's

a lot of possibilities.

Well... what about Annie?

Oh. Tim, not now.

Why not?

That's a great idea.

You're always together anyway.

I'm sorry.

It's just--

it's not going to happen.

Why not?

I mean, I always thought you two

would make an adorable couple.

Yeah.

Come on, Annie.

Be a team player.

The town needs ya!

You don't understand.

I'm-I'm leaving.

I've sold the restaurant.

You're leaving?

Did you know about this?

I just found out.

Windward won't be the same

without you.

I'm sorry.

You all know

how much I love all of you

and Windward.

I really wish I could help,

but I just...

I...

I can't.

Annie.

I'll explain later.

All right, everybody,

I know this is a shock,

but, um...

well, we still have

a situation on our hands.

Where can we find someone

for Matt to fall in love with?

Well, there's the Internet.

Great idea!

I say we flood the market.

Every dating site

we can think of.

Hey, Walt...

the crow is in the nest.

Repeat...

the crow is in the nest.

Copy that.

Hey.

I stopped by your house.

I've left you

half a dozen messages.

It's all over town

that you sold the diner...

you haven't said

a word to me.

Annie?

What's going on?

It's complicated.

It all happened really fast.

-I was gonna tell you--

-And when was that gonna be?

In a note,

slid under my door?

Look, you were dealing

with your own stuff--

I know, but I just think--

We'll talk more, I promise,

but I have to answer this

right now, I'm sorry.

Hi, Mr. Thompson.

Um, one minor thing--

Yeah?

Heather, uh, Matt doesn't know

about the post that you saw.

Matt!

What a surprise.

I'd like you to meet...

my... cousin, Heather.

Hi!

Hello.

Um...

Heather is visiting

for the day.

Although I could stay longer.

That's nice.

You know,

Heather would love

a tour of the island

with someone

who knows it intimately.

-Yeah.

-Well, Heather...

you can't do better

than Walt here.

I'm sorry, what?

Enjoy your stay.

Okay.

Somebody owes me $20

for a wasted ferry ride...

"cousin."

Hey, Matt, uh...

this is my cousin, Lisa.

Ernie tells me you bake bread.

Now, I have an allergy

to white flour,

but if you make

a nice pumpernickel,

I would really love to try it.

Sorry. Pumpernickel was never

a big seller around here.

You'll have better luck

in Seattle.

Night, Ernie.

Nice to meet you.

Hold on!

Would you be okay with rye?

Not really.

Hey, Matt.

This is my cousin, Hailey.

It's "Kayleigh."

Right! She has a twin.

Can never tell them apart.

Amazing!

You know, you are

the eighth cousin

I met this week.

-Oh!

-What are the odds?

Oh, astronomical.

Bye, Kayleigh.

Are you single?

Uh... yeah.

Good.

You're taking me to lunch.

Are you gonna be okay?

If I say no,

will you stay?

It's not like

I won't be back.

I'm an unofficial aunt,

remember?

Yeah.

Here.

I'm gonna go out with you.

I want to take

one last walk around town.

Want me to go with you?

It's okay, you go home

and get some sleep.

I'll see you

in the morning, okay?

Okay.

You know, I'm still

waiting on that talk

you promised we'd have.

I kept meaning to come see you,

but...

guess I knew how hard

it was gonna be to say goodbye

and I was avoiding it.

That's okay.

I could've pushed it.

I think I was afraid

of the same thing.

I don't even know

why you decided to leave.

I just feel like

I've gotten stuck in my life

and I need to do something

to change that.

And you can't change that here?

I don't think so.

Why not?

Because I...

Shouldn't you

be at the bakery?

Doesn't matter.

Nobody's buying much bread

right now, anyway.

I seem to have lost my touch.

So you're going back

to Paris, then?

Yeah.

Finally decided

to take your advice.

My advice?

You've always told me

to believe in my ability

to paint.

I left before I ever found out

how good I could be.

I got the offer

to sell the restaurant

and I just thought,

"If I don't take the chance now,

I never will."

When I said those things,

I didn't think

it'd mean you'd leave here.

Oh, you won't even notice

I'm gone.

Oh, that's not true.

The year you were away

was really hard on me.

I missed our talks,

our movie nights,

just hanging out with you.

Letters and funny postcards

weren't enough.

Well, now we have FaceTime.

I can show you Paris

out my window.

You'll get busy with your art

and your new friends.

Before you know it,

you won't even

think of me anymore.

Everybody I care about leaves.

What was that?

Everything isn't about you!

This is about me--

and what I need.

You found your passion.

I need the chance

to get back to mine.

Your bread's amazing.

Helped the whole town.

But just because you got hurt,

you stopped.

Well, that's life, Matt!

At some point,

we all get hurt,

and all you can do

is pick yourself up

and move on.

Windward's in trouble!

You could do something

about it.

It's not that simple!

It doesn't work without Nicole.

It's not Nicole!

It's you!

You did it before.

You could do it again.

No, I can't.

Well, if that's

what you really believe,

then there's

nothing else to say.

After everything

we've been through,

you're just gonna walk away?

You are the most infuriating

person I have ever met!

I saved you once, Matt!

It's about time you learned

to sink or swim on your own.

I never asked you to save me!

You would've drowned

without me!

You don't know that!

I was doing fine without you!

Just like I'll do now!

I'm the most

infuriating person?

What about you?

I'm not the one leaving.

You are.

Well... good luck.

Go back to Paris.

See if I care.

Didn't ask me to save him?

Was doing fine without me?

Yeah! Sure!

All right, guys.

Nice and easy.

Perfect!

That looks great, guys.

Thank you. Yeah! Yeah.

Whoo!

Gentlemen! Can you put

that, uh, blacksmith

in front of McBride's?

- You got it!

- Thank you.

Hi.

Mm. This bread

is really something.

I know, it's not that...

Wait. Are--

Are you saying it's good?

It's fantastic.

It is?

It is.

It is!

It is! Oh!

It is!

I'm paying for his breakfast!

Oh! It is! It is!

Taste the bread!

Taste the bre-e-e-ead!

Taste the bread! Ha!

The bread is good again.

What's going on?

Follow me to the boulangerie.

Jean Pierre, the bread--

I know!

And he made pastries.

Is the dancer back?

I don't think so.

Oh!

Then what happened?

I don't know.

Maybe you should ask Matthew.

Oh...

What's everybody--

How did you all get in here?

Key under a flower pot?

Second most common place.

Why are you all here?

To find out what happened.

What do you mean?

The bread--

it's incredible.

And pastries?

You never made pastries before!

It's Nicole, isn't it?

What are you talking about?

She's gone.

Well, something must've happened

between yesterday and today.

What was it?

I don't know.

Nothing.

There had to be something

different. Think!

I'm telling you,

it was nothing.

I went to bed,

I woke up,

I went for a walk,

I had a big fight with Annie,

I baked the bread,

I made my deliveries,

and I came home.

This doesn't make any sense.

Walter, y-you said the bread's

only good when he's in love.

What?

That's what

your father told me.

Oh, wow.

It's Annie.

...And you come visit me.

Oh!

Hey, Mr. Duval!

I've got the guys

from Get Up & Go, America!

here.

Where are you going?

To show you

the secret ingredient

in my son's bread.

Allons-y!

Annie! You can't leave!

Annie!

Annie! I love you!

A little help, please?

Annie! He loves you!

What the heck

are you doing?

Well, what

the heck are you doing?

I thought

that you were on the boat!

Well, I forgot my passport.

Did you forget

you don't know how to swim?

It didn't matter.

I had to get to you.

Why?

Because I love you.

Finally!

But I thought--

I know.

So did I,

but I was wrong.

It's you, Annie.

It's always been you.

I was just too much of a fool

to know it.

Are you sure?

Who's got bread?

Who's got bread?

We need some bread.

Oh, wow.

Ah, love...

This is exactly

how a French film would end.

La fin.