The Hundred-Foot Journey Page #3

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

But Saturdays we are very, very busy.

Oh, I see.

Um, but could I look at a menu?

Yes. Of course.

Uh...

Relax, Papa. Right.

This is our menu.

The specials,

they will change from day to day.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Well, curry is curry, is it not?

Obviously you've never

eaten Indian food,

especially cooked by my son.

Yes, I understand you people

like to keep everything in the family.

Well, if your food is anything like

your music, I suggest you turn it down.

Bonne chance!

18 hours until we open the gates.

You might need this.

I thought this was lost in the fire.

Mama wants you to have it.

It's your day.

- Ah! Crayfish.

- Bonjour, monsieur.

Ah, bonjour.

Huh? What did he say?

The crayfish are sold, he said.

All of it?

Completely?

We will pay you... We will pay you more.

There's not another box?

All right. Uh...

Two kilo...

Sh*t. Two kilo, uh, the saumon.

- Sold?

- Salmon, too, are sold.

I don't understand.

All the cepes are sold.

Madame Mallory purchased

all the mushrooms.

He's sorry.

I showed her the menu because I

thought she wanted to come for dinner.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I didn't know she was going to do this.

I knew it was a mistake.

We can go to another town here.

Where's the bloody time?

War.

War it is.

Mansur, get the ice!

Did you break down?

- Mansur, get the ice!

- I'm coming!

What took you so long?

We had to drive 50 kilometers

to get fish.

Here.

What happened to the market?

Chalo, quickly, let's go.

So what happened to the market?

Madame Mallory

happened to the market.

- Huh?

- Mansur?

- Yeah?

- Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

everything's good.

Don't burn it, right?

Here you go.

Mukhtar,

please give me the spice.

I'll get it.

Crush them nicely, huh?

Boning knife.

- Mukhtar...

- What is the time?

You don't want to know.

Hassan,

now we won't have enough time

to cook the mutton properly.

We should just

take it off the menu, yeah?

No.

Rest it in a little red wine,

and add crushed cardamom.

Wine? We don't use wine.

This is an emergency, Mansur.

Wine will flavor the meat.

When in Rome.

Yeah, well, we're not in Rome, are we?

Mansur, to survive here,

we're going to need to adapt.

We have to make use

of what is close to us.

Then we pray to God that it works.

- Careful.

- Okay.

Right.

I'll go and get the wine.

Pull, pull.

Yaw.!

Magic!

Nice?

Wow.

It's perfect.

Papa,

it's not like in India,

where you stand by the gate

and drag people in

as they're passing by.

Papa, you should come inside.

You don't want to look foolish.

- Bonjour.

- Bonjour.

Oh, going for a walk? Oh!

Hello, baby.

- I love dogs.

- Oh, yes.

Is it a boy or a girl?

- It's a girl.

- It's a girl. Oh. Ooh.

Very frisky. Mmm.

- What's her name?

- Uh, Bonnie.

Bonnie. Bonnie, come,

I'll feed you something.

This is a new restaurant

we opened today.

It's a Indian restaurant.

Great food. Chicken tikka...

Thank you, but, my dog?

You should also be there.

- Why?

- You're looking nice.

- I don't know what to say.

- Go on.

Stand there.

See, somebody coming there.

- Bonjour.

- Bonsoir.

Smile. You've got good teeth. Just smile.

Ca va?

Namaste.

Oh, God!

- Oh, my God.

- So sorry.

Don't worry, don't worry,

young man.

We have...

We put in the food turmeric powder,

which is like a medicine.

Hello, little angel.

You are in for a treat!

Welcome to Maison Mumbai!

Be careful. Be careful.

You're trying green chili?

Let me explain to you.

You take a bite, and start chewing it.

And take a small bite of the chili,

mix it with the food...

- Ah, Lady Shepherd.

- Madame Mallory.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

Is it a wedding party over there?

A funeral.

The death of good taste in St. Antonio.

Oh.

- Bonjour. Bon appetit.

- Bonjour. Merci.

Darling, you've only just had breakfast.

Oh, it was very light.

There you are,

Mayor. You're not at the town hall.

Madame Mallory, good morning.

"Good morning"? I don't think so.

Yes, my secretary said something

about a complaint about noise.

Oui. I wish to make it officiellement.

Madame, may I offer you

a word of caution?

These people are different.

They are not French.

Some in the village, the worst sort,

say ugly things about them.

Be careful, you are not seen

in sympathy with them.

I am rarely accused

of being in sympathy with anyone.

Au revoir, madame.

Marguerite!

Thank you for the books!

What books?

The books!

Bonjour.

Hello.

Did you catch anything yet?

Mmm. No.

Uh, maybe use smaller hooks

for this kind of perch.

Those ones are big, I think.

And use worms, not bread.

You're not supposed to be helping me.

I thought, uh...

I thought I was the enemy.

Perhaps I'm deliberately deceiving you.

You don't know.

Maybe you are.

See you.

Marguerite!

Marguerite, you know, uh,

the sweet corn from the market?

Yeah.

I'm finding it quite tough, dense.

Do you know what, uh,

I should do with it?

No.

You don't?

Okay.

Okay.

You can put them on the barbeque.

Two minutes on really high heat,

and then 30 minutes

on a really low heat.

Huh.

- Really?

- Yeah.

It will... It will make them softer.

Oh, sorry!

Make them softer.

Is that the French way?

I don't know.

How did you learn about all this stuff?

Uh, I was 12,

and I started with the five basics,

which is bechamel, veloute,

hollandaise, tomato, espagnole.

You have to master

those five basic sauces first.

And you can find all five in the books?

Of course, but they're no use in books.

You must find them in your heart,

and then bring them to your pots.

That's the secret.

Marguerite!

- Hello!

- Come here!

Voila.

The five sauces of French cuisine.

I can see that.

But you have to try it with the veal,

which I made.

You made this?

Yeah. Try it.

Tomate, veloute, hollandaise,

espagnole, bechamel.

Um, you know, Madame Mallory says

that she knows in just one mouthful

if a chef has the potential to be great.

When someone comes to apply for a job,

she never interviews them. She, um...

She asks them to make her an omelet.

And she takes one bite of the omelet,

and then her tongue decides.

Oui ou non.

That's it.

And?

Oui!

R's incroyable.

It's...

It's incroyable.

Thanks. Thank you.

What's your favorite dish to cook?

Jalebi.

What is that?

Uh...

Fermented dal and flour,

- deep fried.

- Mmm.

The smell reminds me of my mother.

You're lucky.

The smell of pigs' feet in vinegar

reminds me of my father.

Food is memories.

Food is memories.

Wow!

I caught one!

Could I have some more?

It's so delicious.

He went fishing

especially for you.

- You're joking.

- No, seriously.

Oh, yeah, okay.

Thank you.

Well, it's fish!

I love people who eat well.

Yeah, but it doesn't

change anything. Mr. Kadam,

if you don't turn your music down,

we have the power

to close your restaurant.

Mr. Jacques,

my son foolishly did her a favor.

He thought he'd be able

to win her over with kindness.

The restaurant is her entire life.

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