02x02 - Fried Chicken

[bunniefuu]

[bright instrumental music]

♪ ♪

[phones ringing]

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

- Elaine.

- Hello, Hunter.
Hi, everybody.

I'm just gonna sit
and listen for today,

but I want to thank you

for welcoming me
with such open arms.

I'm used to Hollywood
divas, so it's nice

to be around some real
meat-and-potato mensches.

Okay. Now I'm done.

- Thank you, Elaine.

We are humbled to
have you in our midst.

But enough with the niceties.

We have a ship to
put back on course.

I'm not getting any younger.

In fact, you're just in time
for my 70th birthday party.

Gulp.

Poland, where are we with,
uh... the jazz priest?

- Uh, I...

I couldn't do it, sir.

- That's not really
an acceptable answer.

- Have you ever fired a priest?

- Try firing a rabbi.
[laughter]

- It's only gonna get
worse, I'm afraid.

Don't say anything yet,
but Albert's probably next.

Poor man. That won't be pretty.

But seriously, we
can't get big results

without taking
some big swings...

of the axe.

[inhales sharply]

- Brave choices, braver content.

That's Murrow, and that's you.

- And that's Elaine.

- Exciting.

Now, the real news, of course,
is that Julia will be back

at the beginning of next week.

Is that not thrilling?

- Totally not thrilling.
- [chuckles]

- Russ, I just wanted to
introduce you to Elaine,

our new director for
"The French Chef."

- Oh, hey. Nice to meet you.

Russ Morash. Welcome aboard.

- Oh. Well, thank you.
Big shoes to fill.

- Ah, I appreciate it, but
they're more medium-sized.

- [laughs]
- Hey, can I ask you something?

- Hmm?

- Do I have a look?

What's my persona?

For my show.

Am I a shirt-and-tie
guy? Turtleneck guy?

Flannel guy?
- Hmm.

- Um... you know, I
think they're all great,

but the secret is
to just be yourself.

That's the look.

- Uh, yeah. What,
uh... what she said.

[light upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- I thought it would save us
some time in the planning.

A culinary journey
through Provence

in nine dishes and five courses.

It's a narrative, really,
of our visit together.

- I was busy last night too.

- And not a single
dish in common.

Simca, this is our
last meal together,

no matter what we serve.

- And I will cry when it's over.

More if we use your menu.

But either way.

- Then let's make it a
celebration, not a quarrel.

We have, after all, assembled

a motley crew of
sui generis-ness

to send us off to Judith J...

[chuckles]

- What now?

[doorbell rings]

- I have a thought.

Bon appétit.

Simca and I have
figured it all out.

We each make all the
dishes on our own menu,

and the guests will vote
on which dishes should be

included in Volume II.

- That's a bit of genius.

- How many dishes is that?

- Nearly two dozen.

- These are the dishes
you don't agree on.

How many dishes do you agree on?

- Oh, more than you can count.

- Oh, not quite that many.
[both laugh]

- In three months, out of
the 200 recipes we need,

you two have
settled on, say, 20?

- Optimistically.

- To which you
now propose to add

a dinner's worth of maybes?

- And may the best man win!

- [laughs]

- Why are we playing
parlor games?

Why not put all the
dishes in the book?

- Because they don't work in
an American kitchen, Judith.

Try telling an
American housewife

to go strangle a duck.

- I came here for
some relief, Julia,

not to play referee
between the two of you.

Not with Blanche
breathing down my...

oh.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, it's heavenly, isn't it?

It's so nutty and soft.

You must try the Lupara next.

- No.

I will not be seduced by chèvre.

You promised me, Julia.

You promised.

- Yes, I know, and
I'm so remorseful.

But I was seduced by
Simca's hospitality.

All other faults aside, she
is my delightful sister.

But now that you're
here, Judith,

we will both step to it.

I give my word.
- A little late for that!

I want you to imagine

that I'm raising
my voice at you.

I'm dressing you down.

Which I would be doing
in the worst way,

if my mouth were not so full.

S'il vous plaît?
- Oui, mademoiselle.

- Let me have it, Marian.
I'm very open to notes.

- Ugh, don't take
this the wrong way,

but you're not
really likable, Russ.

- I'm not likable?
You don't like me?

- I love you, but
you're not likable.

I mean, in the way
that Julia is likable.

"I'm your friend.
Spend time with me.

I'm not judging you."

That kind of likable.

- Roland thinks I'm likable.

- Oh. Well, then.

- And now that our duck is
finishing roasting, it's...

it's time for us
to do the sauce.

Now, this recipe
for duck à l'orange

has a sweet and sour caramel

and vinegar and orange peel.

And that's just delicious.

This is a fairly rich dessert.

A light supper, perhaps
a roast chicken,

would make a perfect
accompaniment.

And here I have a
chilled sauternes,

one of the noble
wines of France,

to drink with our glamorous
mousse à la framboise.

- Good evening.

This is Russ Morass.

[sighs] Russ Morash.

Russ Morash. All right.

[trills lips]

No.

[sighs]

Binky. Boochy.

Hello.

This is Russ Morash,
and welcome to "Focus."

Now, our subject this week...

Vietnam.

Our guiding principle...
we inform, you decide.

- [clapping slowly]

It's like you reach
through the camera lens

and grab my heart.

[The Twiliters' "Restless Love"]

♪ ♪

- What's going on?

- I told you we were hosting

a Jack and Jill party
for your cousin.

Doesn't she look gorgeous?
- I'm sorry. I forgot.

- That's your default
when it comes to family.

- Hey, you know
what? I should go.

- Why don't you just go inside
and borrow something of mine?

- We have different styles.

- Yes, we do.

♪ ♪

- [whispering] Oh, my God.

What is he doing here?

What is this, an ambush?

You could have warned me.

- Well, I didn't expect Oshkosh.

Um, you remember
Alice, don't you?

- Of course I do.

- [chuckles]

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm needed in the kitchen.

- [laughs nervously]

- Moms, right?

- That's generous of you.

What are you doing here?

- Uh, my parents
told me to come.

- Oh.
- You, uh... you look nice.

- You're a terrible liar.

I worry for your future clients.

- Well, hey. I'm not
looking at the outfit.

- Isaac.

- So how's the show going?

- What show?
- "The French Chef."

[mimicking Julia] How's Julia?

- Oh. Um, I don't know.

She's still away.

- Huh?

All this time?

- Yeah.

- You could have
called me, let me know.

Okay. So you seeing anyone?

- No.

You?

- Inconclusive.


working on something


smaller than a pinhead.

You can't trust an atom.

- They make up everything.

- Ah, you knew that one!

- I'm way ahead of you.
- Excuse me, monsieur.

Here you are.

Bon appétit.

[cutlery squeaking]

[soft French music playing]

- I don't like my food to touch.

- Ah.

- Will you think
I'm totally insane

if I pick off all the parsley?

- A little.

But I have grandkids,
so I'm used to it.

- Physicists and schoolchildren.

We don't belong in
grown-up places like this.

- Don't be silly.

I think it's cute.

♪ ♪

Thank you for a lovely evening.

- I've been waiting to do that.

Can I come in?
- No.

Not yet.

- Okay.

I understand.

Can't blame me for trying.

- Ah.

- I'll see you tomorrow for
Hunter's birthday party.

- Great.

You'll meet everyone
except Julia.

The whole "French Chef" g*ng.

- Wonderful.

[both chuckling]

Counting the minutes.

- Good night.
- Good night.

[both speaking French]

- Pardon.

- [laughs] I hope
you don't mind.

Your garden is so exquisite.

- And you are?

- I'm a friend of James.

Sam.

James told me to
come meet him here.

You must be Simca.

- Oui.

- And of course,
you must be Julia.

- How do you know James?

- We met at a gallery.
I'm an artist.

- An artist! How wonderful.

My husband's an artist.

- Really?

Oh.

- Mmm. Oh.

Sam, this is marvelous.

- It's the traditional
breakfast of my country.

- I want to move
to your country.

- [chuckles]
- And the coffee.

So strong, with
just a touch of...

what is that?

- Cardamom.
- Ah. I thought so.

- Shash... shashush... shush...

- Shakshuka.
- Shakshuk...

- Shakshuka.
- Chakchuka.

- Shakshuka-shuka-shuka.
- Shakshuka!

[laughter]

- More?
- No, no, no, merci.

[light jazzy music]

- I see what you're doing.

Weaseling your way
into people's heart.

Pinky promise.

No cheating today
on the contest.

- Oh, Simca.

Who do you think I am?

- Hmm.
- Hmm?

- This is not a promise.

- More, please.

Don't be shy.

I've had shakshuka before.

This is a revelation.

- We're both artists, then.

♪ ♪

[horn honking]
- Oh!

He's here.

- [squeals]

- James!
- Julia!

- Oh, James.

- Too long. Too long.

Oh, where are my manners?

Permit me to introduce my
waltz partner across Europe,

Francis Field.

- Hey there.
- Lovely to meet you.

- Lucky for her
and luckier for me,

Franny is a steel
heiress from Ohio.

- Well, I don't know how
lucky the Ohio part is,

but the rest of
it's pretty great.

[laughter]

- Enchanté, madame.

Your other guest
arrived before you.

- My other guest?

- I thought you'd
never get here.

- Sam.

- Why you always
hurry to leave me,

then excited to see me?

- You must grow on me over time.

We met at a beach on...

in Antibes.

All: Oh.

- I'm sorry, I just have to say

that I have seen every
episode of your program,

and to thank you so
much for allowing me

to be here this weekend.

- Oh, bless you, Francis.

But you're not my guest.

You're Simca's guest.

- Oh.

And how do you two
know each other?

[lively big band music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking French]

- Touch more lemon, I think.

- Aye, aye, Captain.

This will be cookbook-ready
by the time we're through.

All of these dishes will be.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

- Shoo!

Did you take my tarragon?

- I did not take your tarragon.

I have my own tarragon.

- [laughing] Oh, you two.
- She took the tarragon.

- I don't cook myself,
but I certainly support

those that do with a
voracious appetite.

- I can vouch for that.

Has anyone claimed
this gorgeous chicken?

- Uh, if it doesn't have an S
or a J on it, it's fair game.

[laughter]

- Oh, fair game
chicken. Fair game.

- If there are no objections,
I'm going to enter the fray

and present a dish myself.

A free French chicken, in
honor of my friend Franny.

- Oh. Fried, please. Fried.

- Fried it is.

- Will you get a load of me?

Francis Field from Akron,
Ohio, in the south of France,

being cooked for by James
Beard and Julia Child.

- It'll be a night to remember.

- Oh, I hope so.

Practically everyone
I love is here.

Simca?

- Yeah. Yeah, the same.

- Who doesn't love Julia Child?

[chopping loudly]

- Hmm?
- Répète.

- The leeks are mine, the lamb,
the haricot verts, the squab...

maybe you should
write this down.

If you accidentally
vote for one of hers,

you will be missing
this ridiculous bed

and the furious
woman laying in it.

- Franny seems nice.

- She's a p*stol.

- Sam also seems nice.

- [clears throat]

I didn't realize that
you were quite the cook.

- I'm just an amateur.

- Fake it till you make
it. That's what I did.

One cook to another,
I'm impressed.

- I like doing
it. It relaxes me.

- You've been indoctrinated.

[laughs]

- Between you and me,

I even helped write
the bread chapter

for the new book.

- Bread? You are k*lling me.

That is my passion.

- Small world.

- But don't you see?
That's a sign this time.

We must work together.

- The sun at this hour.

You can fry an egg on my face.
- [laughs]

- Oh. Excuse me.

Oh, I could use a Tums.

- [chuckles]

- Cannonball!

- Wow.

He makes quite a splash.

- Doesn't he?

[Manu Dibango's
"Quartier Mozart"]

♪ ♪

- [singing in French]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- You two are together?

- Mm. He's just
having some fun.

- Hmm.

If that's what you call it.

- What do you call it, Paul?

- Are you sure you're his type?

- Who cares who's
anybody's type?

I get a lot more than
sex from that man.

At my age... frankly,
at any age...

what he gives me is
a whole lot better.

- Okay, then.

♪ ♪

- Oof!

Oh.

Pardon me.

I... I should, uh,
look where I'm going.

- No apology.

I'm not injured. [chuckles]

- Well...

I'll see you at dinner.

- Jim says you're
a photographer,

as well as a painter.

- Yes.

- Henri Cartier-Bresson.
Brassai.

I'm obsessed with photography.

- Ah.

Well, the... the French
are marvelous at it.

Uh, I'm more of a...

a passionate amateur.

Landscapes and architecture
and portraiture.

I've taken quite a few in
the months we've been here.

- Then let me be your student.

- [chuckles]

- Bonsoir, madame.

- Oh. Bonsoir, monsieur.

Welcome.

- American?
- Yep.

- I rang the doorbell,
but no one answered.

- Oh.

All getting ready for
dinner, I'm afraid.

- No matter.

I would not have wished to have
been greeted by anyone else.

They will need no
lamps at dinner,

if you are at our table.

- [laughs] That's very good.

Very French.

- I'm Belgian, actually.

Like Hercule Poirot.

Jacques Brel, a poor
chanteur, at your service.

- Oh, my. Poor indeed.

I have your album,
Monsieur Brel.

- Consider that I
sang it for you, then.

- [laughs]

- Madame...

- Jones.

Judith Jones.

I'm, uh, Simca's editor.

The editor of "Mastering."

- Interpreter of
Sartre and Camus.

Simca warned me about you.

- [laughs] Well, that
was a long time ago.

- We are both in thrall
of words, it seems.

- And yet speechless.

[Brenda Jones'
"It Must Be Love"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ It must be love ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ It must be love ♪

- Hi, if you're going to
put your drinks on set,

please consider using a coaster.

- ♪ That I feel for you ♪

- I know you want
to see the sink.

Everybody wants to see the sink.

- Can you blame me?

Can I, please? Yeah?

[both laugh]

- The R is for Roscoe.

Edward Roscoe Murrow.
- Oh.

You know, all these
years, never knew that.

- I collect minutiae.

- Ah, the tchotchkes
of the mind.

- How delightfully Jewish.

- Um, if you'll excuse me.

- Mm. Elaine.

- Hi, Roland.

- You know, I was wondering...
- Hmm?

- If maybe you and me,

we could go see a
movie or something.

Say, "The Umbrellas
of Cherbourg."

[singsong] I hear
it's very romantic.

[both laugh awkwardly]
- Oh.

Um, it's... it's
not a good time.

- When would be a good time?

- Uh, I can't really
give you an ETA.

- I'm getting the sense that
I rub you the wrong way.

But all I really want is
to rub you the right way.

- Albert.

Avis.

- Yes. Julia's little friend.

- And this is my
big friend, Stanley.

[tapping on glass]

- Uh, thank you.

Uh, thank you all for
being here with me tonight

to celebrate my 70 years.

How is that even possible?

[laughter]

Uh, you are my family.

You're more than family.

You're my friends.

And I stand here on
this beautiful set,

knowing Julia, the
jewel in our WGBH crown,

will be back where she
belongs in a week's time.

[exhales]

What a thrill it
has been, hasn't it?

To get this little station
to this big moment,

with a show that airs
from sea to shining sea.

[applause]

- Thank you.

On behalf of everyone at WGBH,

thank you, Hunter...

- Oh.

- For your hard
work and dedication.

Here is a token of
our appreciation.

Mm.

[scattered applause]

- They're... they're
kissing you goodbye!

- Uh...

- Take the trash
on your way out.

- Yeah. Right.

Millie, uh, ladies
and gentlemen!

My... my crazy sister-in-law.
[both laugh nervously]

Uh, what a joker.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Thank you, Sam.

- Would you mind
switching seats?

Ms. Jones and I were in
the midst of a conversation

that needs completing.

- Of course.

- Now, I certainly hope

everyone's come prepared
to do their duty.

This is serious
business we're at.

And remember, every vote counts.

- [singing in French]

[Colette Renard's "Ma rengaine"]

♪ ♪

- Good.

[laughter]

- I've always said if you
want to get to know a person,

take them out to dinner
and watch them eat.

[laughter]

- You can't devour life
and nibble at food.

- No.
- Who's nibbling?

More lamb.

[laughter]

- Wherever we've
gone, Paul and I,

Europe or Asia or back home,

we've always made
friends over food.

- And music. Don't
forget some music.

- Sung in French, preferably.

- An excess... an
excess of everything.

- Now then, who wants thirds?

- More leeks in the vinaigrette.

It makes me swoon.

- Aww.
[laughter]

- Mmm.

- Wow.

- You told Sam the
leeks were yours.

I know it.

I saw you two earlier,
whispering away.

Shame on you.

- Oh!

Oh, shame on you.

I would never.

He just happened
to like the leeks.

And between you and me,
he's absolutely right.

They're spectacular.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Fully embracing the
party spirit, I see.

- What's not to enjoy?

A birthday party where
the guest of honor

would rather be anyplace else,
and no one is using a coaster.

- [laughs]

- Stanley seems very nice.

- Yes. He's... he's a charmer.

- It'll be better
when Julia's back.

Good for her, good for
Hunter, good for morale.

- Here, here.

And here's to Elaine
joining our ranks.

One of these days, we're
going to outnumber them.

- The guys and I
have been talking.

- [sighs]

- You... you worked
at CBS for Murrow?

- I did.

- So why would you
leave to come work

at a dinky station like this?

- Wow, you and the boys should
work on your self-esteem.

Um... it is none
of your business.

[relaxing music]

- That chicken, James.

Fantastic. Just superb.

- Here, here. It was fabulous.

- I devoured it.

- You're making me blush.

- I would like to make a toast

to these two
indefatigable women,

who together made for us
the feast of a century.

- Ah.
- Santé.

- Santé.
- Thank you, my love.

- Mmm.

And to think, when I met you,
you didn't know how to cook.

- No.
[laughter]

- Oh, bullshit.

[laughter]
- No, no. It's true. It's true.

When we started
dating, I took her

to all the best
restaurants and salons

and she couldn't
get enough of them.

And then I gave her
"Tropic of Cancer" to read.

- Henry Miller? Why, Paul.

[laughter]

- Well, if we were gonna
be in a relationship,

she needed to know
how to feed and f*ck.

[laughter]

- Well, the f*cking
took less time to get

a handle on than the feeding.

- Yes. She was a quick study.

[laughter]

- And flatter.

To feed, f*ck, and flatter.

- No, no, no. I never
mentioned flattery.

- Oh, no. I intuited it.

- Whoa.
[laughter]

- Well, Jimmy's chicken
is better than any f*ck

I've ever had.

[laughter]

- It... it was a good chicken.

[Eddie Holman & The
Larks' "Been So Long"]

- Show business
is all new to me.

I guess I'm a little starstruck.

- Well, it is GBH.

- But the best part

is just getting to
spend time with you.

- Stanley...
- I mean it.

You know what happens when
I look across the room

and I see you?

I get butterflies.

You'd think I were
a young man again.

- Butterflies?

- How about if I
refill our drinks?

- Perfect.

Oh.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Been so long ♪

- [sighs] Trying
to catch a train?

- I have a friend in town.

We're meeting up after.

- Mm.

- I appreciated how
you handled Roland.

- Ah.

Mm-hmm.

- Why did you come here?

- I had an affair with my boss.

I got pregnant.
He broke it off.

I had an ab*rtion.

And one of us had to go,
and it wasn't gonna be him,

so I figured if I'm going,
might as well be far away.

Now you know.

I'll always tell you the truth.

- Well, for whatever
reason you came,

it's better now
that you're here.

- You seen Avis?

- Uh, no.
- Sorry.

- The w*r was
nearly 20 years ago.

How is that possible?

And then now we have so much.

So much in the same lifetime.

- If my hosts will indulge
me in a brief toast,

before the voting begins.

- Here, here.
[laughter]

- Oh.
[sighs]

What a convivial gathering.

What a special evening.

A celebration for no
real reason at all,

which is the very best
kind of celebration.

And you've allowed me
to be a part of it.

- Oh.

- I seem always to have
found a way to attach myself

to others' celebrations.

Lucky to have such
generous friends.

Maybe in my next life,
if fortune permits,

I will be the one
to throw the party.

And you'll all be
invited, I promise.

[laughter]
- Is that a save the date?

[laughter]

- Oh, James, who cares?

I mean... I mean, who
cares about the food,

as long as we all get to eat?

- [laughs forcefully]

- Oh, I say just
keep people close

and try to get as much
pleasure as you can.

I mean, that's
what I have to say.

Am I right, Julia?

- Oh, yeah.

- We're all kept.

[chuckles] Well,
from time to time.

I mean, certainly, everybody
around this table is kept.

I know I've been kept.

I was kept by my late
husband, bless his soul.

And James is kept serially.

And, well, Sam's
definitely kept,

and a keeper.

[laughs] And Yvette,
I assume you're kept.

And Paul, well, I guess
you're kept as well.

And we're all born kept.

So good fortune comes and goes.

That's what I have to say.

So here's to sharing
everything we have.

Here's to being kept.

- [chuckles nervously]

- [clears throat]

- If you'll excuse me.

- Mmm, mmm, mmm.

It is getting late.
- Oh.

- This is perfect.
[chuckles]

- [clears throat]

- Was it something I said?

- When the party's
over, it's over.

You just had the last word.

- Okay.

- Gosh, we never voted.

- Oh.

[line trills]

- Pan Am. How can I help you?

- Oh, thank God.

I wasn't sure anyone would
pick up at this hour.

I'd like to inquire about a
last-minute flight to Paris.

I've got a friend who's
given me an open invitation,

and I dare say I'm
gonna take her up on it.

[clears throat] It's for
tomorrow, from Boston.

- Let me see what we have.
- Okay.

Oh, I've got to get
away from Stanley.

- Stanley?
- Oh, he's a lovely man.

Obviously. He's wonderful.

He's smart, and
he's crazy about me.

But, you know, it's one thing
to grow old with someone,

but another thing entirely
to date an old man.

[both moaning]

- This is very...

- We're making up for lost time.

[laughs]

Oh. Do you, um, have something?

- Have something? No.

You're disappointed?
- No, no.

I mean, yes. But...

- I mean, if I was the kind
of guy who carried that,

you wouldn't...
- Right.

I completely respect you
for not having anything.

- [laughs] I was at my mother's.

- Yes, of course.
That would be...

[giggles]

- And I didn't want to assume...

- I appreciate you
being unprepared.

- Next time.

- Yeah. Next time.
- Mm.

[both moaning]

Oh, and you can kick me
out whenever you want.

- Okay, great.
- Yeah.

Do you want to kick me out?
- No, I don't.

- Me neither.
- [laughs]

- [laughs] You edited Sartre
and Camus in your 20s.

I would not be so modest.

- I work in service
of other people,

just outside the spotlight.

Oh, no, no.

I'm still recovering
from dinner.

- [laughs]

[sighs]

Outside the spotlight.

This is not right.

You are the incomparable Judith.

I will fix it.

I'll write a song about you.

- [laughs]] No one writes
a song about an editor.

And nothing rhymes
with Judith, Jacques.

Don't waste your time.

- [exhales]

[gentle piano melody]

♪ ♪

♪ Words are what
mattered to Judith ♪

♪ ♪

♪ At her desk, a
country house ♪

♪ Sitting beside me ♪

♪ What words do I
have for Judith? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Life is a prize,
summer is sweet ♪

♪ Time is short ♪

♪ Life is what
matters to Judith ♪

♪ Friends are fair,
summer is sweet ♪

♪ Time is short, food is rich ♪

- [laughs]

- ♪ What words do I
have for Judith? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ There are really no words ♪

♪ For Judith ♪

♪ ♪

- Oh.

Look what a mess.

What time do you leave tomorrow?

- Oh, first thing
in the morning.

- Oh, my sister.

I love you.

- I love you too.

- Oh.

[sobbing] Oh, I love you more.

- Oh, that's impossible.

I love you more.

- [sobbing]

- Oh, Simca.

- I love you.

- Oh, Simca.

- Oh, no, Julia.

I love you more.
I love you more.

- I love you.

- Oh, Julia, I love you.

[both sobbing]

- Oh.

I took this shot when
we first arrived.

- It's delightful.
- [chuckles]

Ah, yes.

The impressionists obviously
talked about the light here,

but the way something as
simple as a garden flower

takes on an almost
operatic emotion,

and... and just because of
the time of day you sh**t.

- Oh.

I love this one.

- You do?

- On the surface,
it's so picturesque.

But there's a longing there.

- Fascinating.

You know, sometimes
the viewer shows

the artist what they've made,

rather than the
other way around.

I... oh, I don't...

[sighs]

Uh, if you'll excuse me.

- He's a silly little boy.

Oh.
- [sobs]

- Tell me a story.

You always tell the
most marvelous stories.

[door clicks]

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You know if I could
lie with you flat,

I could just listen
to you forever.

- [chuckles]

Hmm.

Did I ever tell you
about the little taverna

I opened on Nantucket?

- No. Tell me.
- [laughs]

- I want to hear it too.

- Oh.

No. You wouldn't understand.

You're too young.

- [laughs]

- Are you ready to go up?

- Me? No.

I'm not going up.

You go.

[sighs]

- Bonsoir, madame.
- Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir, Yvette.

Oh.

That was a meal for
the history books.

[laughs]

Well, I'll see you
in the morning.

I can pick the recipes
on the train for Judith.

- Why you?

- Because, Simca.

- Because?

- Well, because if
it wasn't for me,

there wouldn't be a second book.

Oh, let's not fight.
Let's not do this.

It's our last night.

- It is impossible
to work with you.

You cheat.

- Cheat?

We didn't even vote.

- Exactly.

That was your plan all along.

Because everything
for you is a joke, eh?

You laugh and you joke

and pretend what's
underneath is not underneath.

- What in God's name
are you talking about?

- Writing with someone
who's not a cook

but a TV personality.

- I'm going to bed.

- Julia, wait.

Julia, I didn't mean...

- But you did.

- [humming]

[laughs]
- You like it?

- Oh, I'm gonna keep playing
it in my head forever.

Thank you.

Good night.

- I'm just down the hall.

- Don't get lost.

- [laughs]

I could come back
and visit later.

- Jacques, this night
has been intoxicating,

and you are...

But I'm married.

- So am I. And I love my wife.

- [laughs] Oh.

Thank you.

I can't.

But boy, oh, boy, did
I have fun tonight.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[light music]

♪ ♪

- You all right?

- [sighs]

Well, Simca and I had
words in the kitchen.

- Ah.

- You know, sometimes I
think she really hates me.

She's so jealous.

Success changed everything,

and I don't know
what to do about it.

- I understand her.

- Oh, you do?

- Mm. Can't be easy.

It's easy for me, but...

imagine what she
must be feeling.

- Not like she listens
to anything I say.

- [chuckles]

Well, she may not
listen, but she hears.

- We hardly got anything done.

- Mm.

A few days in Paris
will do us some good.

Just the two of us.

And then home.

After all this time away,

it'll be nice to
be back in Boston.

- Oh, I think so.

Yes, and our little show,

where I don't have to
navigate our collaboration

like it were a chess game.

- Mm.
- [chuckles]

Oh, that's nice.

And how was the
rest of your night?

Anything interesting happen?

- No.

Nothing at all.

- [sighs]

- Non.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- Julia, are you up?

- Oh. Is everything
all right, Simca?

- I had a dream. A vision.

- What, a "can't wait
until morning" vision?

- No, I...

I want to give you a piece
of land, to you and Paul,

on this property.

So you can build a
cottage and come to France

whenever you wish and
have a place of your own.

- Oh, Simca.

- We're sisters.

And sister needs to be together.

♪ ♪

I like your matching pajamas.

Both: Thank you.

- Good night.

See you in the morning.

- Okay.

Well, I suppose that's
French aristocrat

for "I'm sorry."

- [laughs] Love is complicated.

♪ ♪

- What a day.

Mon Dieu.

What a night.

[Jacques Brel's "La
valse a mille temps"]

♪ ♪

- [singing in French]

♪ ♪