The Hundred-Foot Journey Page #4

Ever since her husband died,

she keeps it up for him.

But she has always been...

I'm sorry, but in French we say,

"Tetu comme une mule. "

Stubborn as an ox.

There you are.

Very well, I will turn the music down.

But you tell her from me,

I will turn the heat up.

Excuse me, um, if there's some left,

could you doggy-bag it for me?

- You sold them?

- Oui, madame.

You sold all the pigeons?

Mmm.

All the pigeons are sold.

- They sold all the pigeons?

- Every pigeon is sold.

What should we give the minister?

I don't know.

Nightmare.

Madame Mallory has some

government minister

dining in her restaurant tonight.

And she always serves him

this.

- Where did you get this?

- Huh.

She should pay

her kitchen porters better.

Then it will not be easy to bribe them.

Arrey, bribe?

Pigeon with truffles.

It's not easy to cook this recipe

if you have no pigeons.

We don't serve pigeons.

What is he on about?

No.

Papa, this is not right, please.

- Well, she did it to us.

- No.

I do it to her. War.

Papa is smart, yes?

Chicken?

Chicken for the minister?

Oui.

Chicken for the minister.

Pardon.

Pardon me.

I would like to apologize

on behalf of my father,

for his poor behavior.

It's pigeon with truffles.

I found the recipe

in a very old cookbook.

I'm sorry. You wasted your time.

Madame Mallory.

Madame Mallory has thrown this gravel

right in the middle of the road,

which is a public road

against the law.

And it is in front of my restaurant.

- I deal with it.

- Merci. Merci.

It is vulgar, it is a horror.

Look, look at it.

Did they have a building permit for this?

Of course, they did not.

Of course, they did not.

No! No, no, no!

Hey, don't fight.

Madame Brenda,

these are not vaccinated.

My goodness, how many are there?

She is wrong,

they have been vaccinated.

Here is the certification. See.

Ah! Finally!

Now, now he vaccinates them.

No, they have been...

Last week, they were not vaccinated.

For a long time

they have been vaccinated.

And beside that...

The smell of curry, it's everywhere!

Honestly!

No sense of culture or tradition.

And they're staying open tomorrow,

on our Bastille Day.

It's time to stop them.

You make a good soldier, Jean-Pierre.

Oui.

Ah, merci.

Bye, everybody.

- Bye-bye. See you tomorrow!

- See you tomorrow!

It's you.

My God, you scared me.

Marguerite.

- Look.

- These are beautiful.

These cepes, they're right there.

- You found those here?

- Here.

Wow.

- They're really nice.

- Right.

You know that you can

eat these raw, right?

- Really?

- Mmm-hmm.

Just like this.

But in salads, too, it's delicious.

- You can eat them...

- Yeah, it's very good.

Where are you coming from?

- Oh, just from work.

- How was it?

- All right, I think.

- Yeah?

The usual Bastille craziness.

- You got...

- What?

You got something in your hair.

It's just a leaf.

- You have something.

- Where?

I'll get it.

Uh...

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not?

Because, um...

Because we do the same job,

and you know how it is.

You know, we get very long days,

and we never sleep

and we have no time.

Chefs shouldn't be together, I think.

But you think of me as a chef?

- Yes.

- A real chef?

A real chef.

I do. I think you're more a chef

than anyone I ever met.

Hmm.

Really.

Hey!

Papa!

Fire, Papa!

Fire!

Oh, my God!

What happened?

Hassan!

Mansur!

Mahira!

Mahira!

Oh, my God!

Papa!

Water! Bring water!

Where are the kids, Mahira?

Thomas!

Yes, Madame.

Call the team together.

I wish to speak with them.

Uh, sit down, please.

Do any of you know the words

to the Marseillaise?

Jean-Pierre?

Of course. It's our national anthem.

Do you know all the words?

"They come to slit the throats

of our sons, our wives. "

And in English,

so we can all understand?

"To arms, citizens, form your battalions,

"let us march.

"May their unpure blood... "

"Flow in our fields. "

And that is what it means to be French,

n'est-ce pas, Jean-Pierre?

Yes.

Well,

there are other ways to be French.

Liberty. Equality. Fraternity.

Why are you talking only to me?

Because you know who set the fire,

don't you?

Would you surrender to these invaders?

You tell your friends

that these bombs have ended a war.

They have brought peace.

Bravo.

You're a chef.

I do not pay you to burn things.

Take your knives and go.

Not enough cardamom.

Arrey, not enough gratitude.

You know,

I think it's time we got rid of these.

Why?

It's about good food. It's just different.

Don't be afraid.

You know they hate us.

Aren't you angry?

No.

We're not visitors anymore,

Mahira.

This time we will not run.

You know what they say.

If you can't beat them, join them.

I can clean my own wall.

The outer wall is not your wall.

Technically, it belongs to the village.

Ask the mayor.

I know, because I had the clever plan

to have it raised many feet

so nobody could see your restaurant.

Merci.

Madam?

I would like to...

I would like to make you an omelet.

Would you be interested?

But I'd need your help to break the eggs.

Oh.

You have it.

Hmm.

Your pigeon had it, too.

I know.

I knew then, and I know now.

Hmm.

Arrogance.

A chef must lead.

Mmm-hmm.

Sharp and cool and hot in the mouth,

all at the same time.

Do you know how long

it takes chefs to learn that?

What will Papa say?

Papa, it would only be a six-month trial.

Mama would want this.

I'll get a more classical training.

Don't you want that for me?

India is not classical?

We are the oldest civilization

in the world.

She thinks she owns everybody in town.

Do you hear me up there? I say no!

Don't try to steal my children!

I will report you, Mr. Kadam,

for making too much noise.

And I will report you

for attempted child abduction!

Have you even asked the boy

what he wants?

You deliberately seduced him!

You seduced his mind,

with your awful, tasteless,

empty sauces!

With your pitiful little

squashed bits of garlic!

That is called subtlety of flavor.

It's called meanness of spirit!

If you have a spice, use it!

Don't sprinkle it. Spoon it in!

What you do not seem to understand

is that there is such a thing as enough.

Enough is enough, arrtez!

Yes, enough of you.

Always up there like a queen

or something.

You tell him, it's "classical. "

What is "classical"?

"Classical" comes from the word "class. "

And that is what he will learn

in my kitchen.

He will learn how to cook with class.

Indian cannot become French,

and the French cannot become Indian.

Mr. Kadam,

I think I have just spent the whole day

washing those words off your wall.

Excuse me,

Madame Mallory...

We're actually closed.

Yes.

Is there

anything I can help you with?

No.

It's just that I was wondering what...

You were...

I'm waiting.

Waiting for what?

For Hassan Kadam.

Or death, whichever comes soonest.

Papa?

Is she sleeping?

Marguerite!

Marguerite!

Sorry, sir.

I was trying to get Marguerite.

Marguerite!

Sorry, sir.

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