The Hundred-Foot Journey
Side, side, side!
Hassan! Stay with me.
Oh, bhaiya.
Oh, ma!
Hassan!
Come on!
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I will take the whole lot!
I will take the whole lot!
Wait, stand back. Stand back, now.
We got here first. It is mine. No.
No, one minute, bhaiya, please!
Listen.
Stand back. No, no. No.
Your name?
Hassan Iqbal Kadam.
Date of birth?
July 5th, 1990.
Place of birth?
I was born in Mumbai, India.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sold!
To the boy who knows.
Your occupation?
I'm a cook.
You mean kitchen porter?
No, cook.
My family has run restaurants
in India for many years.
My great-grandfather
of the British Raj.
But now we have come
to try our luck in Europe.
Me and my family.
And you're planning
to stay in Europe
as a cook?
Oh, yes.
You have qualifications?
Yes.
But no proof on paper?
Only grease-proof paper.
Samosa.
No, thank you.
My school
was our family restaurant
in Mumbai...
No more playing, okay?
Come on, bedtime. Chalo.
Hello!
Good night, Mama!
...and my mother
was my instructor.
The sea urchins taste of life,
- don't you think?
- Mmm.
Life has its own flavor.
Hidden in that shell, raw, beautiful life.
It was an education
for all of the senses.
But to cook,
you must kill.
You make ghosts.
You cook to make ghosts.
Spirits that live on in every ingredient.
But mostly, I was taught
...how to taste.
Can you taste them?
One night
my schooling ended.
Very good.
Hi. Congratulations on the election,
Minister.
Mansu r! Mansu r!
Get out.
Hey, what?
- Huh?
- Grab the kids!
There was an election
of some kind,
and there was a winner...
- Arrey, Hassan...
- ... and there was a loser.
Hassan! We are being attacked!
- Get out, Hassan! Quick!
- We are being attacked!
Oh, my God.
Papa! Come on, Papa, we have to go!
Get out, Hassan!
Come on! Come on!
M u khta r, M u khta r!
- Mama...
- We lost everything.
Akhiya!
- Papa!
- Akhiya!
Mama!
Akhiya!
- Mama!
- Mama!
Everything.
After my mother was killed,
Papa decided to bring
the family to London.
I attempted to continue
my education on my own.
We found a home
quite near to Heathrow.
Yes, we are the Kadam family.
When we fled from Mumbai,
we were given asylum in London.
Uh, we were there for one year.
And, uh, it's too cold,
so we decided to open
a restaurant in Europe.
Where in Europe?
Somewhere in Europe.
Well, Mahira,
we just need to establish that you're not
being taken to Europe
for an arranged marriage.
Trust me,
nothing in this family is arranged.
And why exactly are you
leaving London?
the vegetables, they had no...
Had no soul. No life.
You see?
All right.
Maybe we'll find it here.
Maybe.
Please, stop complaining.
Arrey...
Try one each and give marks out of ten.
- Can I have that one?
- No salt.
Very big.
Lovely.
- Mmm.
- It's an eight.
Trust me,
I learned this in school.
They are not the same country.
- Papa, my ears buzz.
- Aisha, look.
Well, that's a good idea.
Then, uh, Switzerland can be starter
and France can be main course.
Then what is our dessert?
Good question.
- Papa!
- Papa, Papa, slow down!
I can't.
- Papa, slow down!
- I can't!
- Slow down, Papa!
- I can't!
My foot is to the floor!
You need to go slower, Papa!
Arrey, do something!
The brakes have failed!
Look! It's a tractor!
Papa!
Papa!
Papa!
Everyone okay?
Mukhtar? Aisha?
I'm okay.
I'm no mechanic, but I think
it's something to do with brakes.
Let's get out.
Come on.
- Come.
Come on.
Papa, come on!
I'm alive!
Are you all right?
I can't do this anymore, Papa.
What are you trying to do? Kill us all?
We've been driving for days
in this piece of junk.
Enough of this crazy wandering.
You know what?
the flight path at Heathrow.
At least we had a bloody home!
Wherever the family is, that is the home.
Oh, really?
And where is the family right now,
Papa? Huh?
Answer me.
Where is the family right now?
France.
France. France!
Exactly.
Papa, in case you didn't realize it,
the French don't even eat Indian food.
They have food of their own.
It is famous all over the world.
This is the end of the road.
Hassan, talk to your father, huh?
Papa...
Oh.
There must be someone down there
who can fix the brakes.
- What did Mama say?
- Huh?
I know you talk to her.
What did she say to you?
She said, "Find a good mechanic
"and go on with your search. "
Mmm.
- Bonjour.
- I like her car.
Uh... No.
Uh...
- Oui?
- Uh...
Brakes.
Do you speak English?
- Do you?
- Yes.
- Okay, good.
- I'm Marguerite.
Hassan.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. Um...
- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.
- My father.
- Okay.
Do you have, uh, any rope? Or...
Yes. Yes, I do, in the trunk there.
Papa?
Papa?
Push, everybody! Chalo!
Slow down, guys!
Slow down.
Guys, slow down!
Okay, to the right a little.
You can just park it here.
It's okay.
We're very grateful
for your hospitality.
No, it's m leasure. Y Do
you want some more tea?
Thank you.
That would be nice.
Bless you.
You have lots of antiques.
Some more tea?
Thank you.
All right, so the mechanic says
that he has to send out for parts
and the van won't be ready
until tomorrow.
So where do we sleep?
Here, in St. Antonio.
and they have rooms.
- How much?
- Approximately...
Papa, no. You will not barter.
We will just pay the rate
like normal people.
Normal people get the best value?
Only Europeans accept the first price.
Papa, it's not like in Mumbai, all right?
Voila.
I thought you might be hungry, so...
- Beautiful.
- Thank you.
- Very nice.
- Thank you.
My pleasure.
This is very, very kind of you.
- You're welcome.
- Thank you.
So, uh, what is all this?
That's just some cold things
we had in the larder. So...
- Amazing.
- Oh.
But please eat it, it's all yours.
Thank you.
Mmm!
Where did you buy this?
- Mmm.
- Oh, the bread? I bake it.
- Nice.
- Yes.
Oh, God, Papa, try this.
This oil, where is it from?
Uh, from
the olive trees in the garden.
And my uncle press it every year. So...
And the cheese is from the cows
in the field at the back.
It's totally natural.
- Mmm.
Mmm-hmm.
- This is amazing.
- The cheese...
Mmm.
Do you want some sweets?
Mmm.
Thank you.
Not too many, okay?
Forgive the silence, Marguerite.
that they died in the accident
and now we enter heaven.
- Thomas?
- Yes, ma'am?
Who are these people?
I don't know.
Papa, what are you doing?
For sale.
Look at this.
It's perfect.
Please...
Papa,
speak to Mansur, please, first.
Why?
It's not Mansur's money.
Not until I die.
Until then it is mine and Mama's money.
And she loves this village.
She said brakes break for a reason.
Look.
Wow.
It has a covered yard,
like the one in Mumbai.
Fifty covers at least.
There.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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