The Hundred-Foot Journey Page #5

Sorry, sir.

I need to talk to you. Now.

Stay there. I'll come down.

I'm happy to see you.

I was so worried. Are you all right?

I'm okay.

It looks bad.

Does it hurt?

A little.

I need to talk to you

about something important.

- Okay.

- Today,

after I got home from the hospital...

Mmm-hmm?

Madame Mallory asked me

to work in her kitchen,

at the Saule Pleureur.

Really?

Actually, that's not entirely true.

I had her cook me an omelet

to my recipe.

Oh, I see.

You're, uh... You're smart.

You've been planning this

for a long time, or...

What do you mean?

I mean, ever since I told you

she asks chefs to cook her an omelet,

have you been...

I don't know,

working on your secret little

recipe for success? Or...

What are you accusing me of?

I'm not accusing you of anything.

I'm saying you're smart. It's good.

Are you angry?

No.

I thought you'd be pleased.

I am, I am. Um...

In what capacity will you work?

I will start at the bottom, of course.

And, of course,

you will work your way up, right?

Yes.

That is the point.

No, no, it's good, it's good.

Since I loaned you those books,

you have not looked back. It's...

Loaned?

I thought they were a gift.

No, return them

when you no longer need them.

Which I'm sure will be very soon.

Marguerite, I came here

to ask you for your...

For what? For my permission?

For your blessing!

- My blessing?

- Yes.

I'm not a saint.

Yeah.

Neither am I.

I know.

We're just two chefs

trying to make it to the top.

Mmm. It's true.

Then may the best chef win.

Stop.

Stop.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you?

I'm really sorry.

It's fine.

Fair point, but let him go.

You want Hassan

because you want another star

for yourself, yes?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I will not lie.

But I will also offer him

a stepping stone to the world.

He deserves it. He has a gift.

You are very

stubborn.

Oh.

It's morning already.

A new dawn.

So...

How much will you pay him per week?

200 euro.

Now you are proving you are insane.

250, plus food.

If you sit in cold all

night, he's worth 600.

In your dreams.

450, or I walk.

320, but 350 after three months.

Do we have a deal?

- No.

- Yes.

We have a deal.

Okay, relax, Papa.

What do you mean, "relax"?

Spoiled the whole game.

Papa, we have a deal.

Madame...

- No.

- I'll drop it there for you.

They have their own spices.

It's not fair. I wanted his room.

Come down, Aisha.

Say bye to your brother.

I don't want to.

- What?

- Nothing.

What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- He's going. Come on.

So I guess the cooking

is now down to me.

Yes, mister.

- Oh, God.

- What do you mean, "Oh, God"?

Are you nervous?

Because, you know,

you cannot be nervous

and make a sauce hollandaise.

The eggs will feel it, they will separate.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Start again. Start again.

That is a beautiful bechamel sauce.

White as snow!

Perfect!

But be careful with the heat though.

Oh, no, no, no.

Non, ca, non! Regarde.

- This is poisonous!

- Oh, God.

This is Satan's boletus!

- Oh.

- Poisonous!

They looked like cepes to me. I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

Sorry! That's mine.

- Bonjour.

- Hello.

Mmm!

What is this flavor that is

fighting against the chicken?

I added some spices

for flavor to the sauce,

and coriander for garnish and freshness.

But why change a recipe

that is 200 years old?

Because, madam, maybe 200 years

is long enough.

- Good morning!

- Good morning.

Marguerite, menu.

Attention!

This evening,

the minister is coming to the restaurant,

so, of course,

we will serve his special dish.

Hassan,

you will prepare it.

Hassan will prepare the pigeon

in truffle sauce. Alone.

Uh, also I want to serve a souffle.

A souffle with a parfum...

And also, I want a feuillet,

with a cepe, because this...

- Am I late?

- Yes, of course you are late.

How is he doing?

Well, why don't you cross

the road sometime

and try one of his dishes?

I'm afraid I can't possibly

afford your exorbitant prices.

It would be on the house, of course.

Is he as good as I think he is?

Better.

Mmm.

- Hassan!

- Yep.

What's in the pot?

Boeuf Bourguignon.

It's a pure French dish

with carrots and vegetables.

- Do you want to try it?

- Mmm.

- Ah...

- Buff bubble... Bubble gum?

Boeuf. Boeuf.

- Is it good?

- Yes, very good.

Hey, Mukhtar. Aisha, come!

It's vegetables...

- Is there wine in the sauce?

- ... carrots...

- A little, yes. But it's...

- Mmm!

Ugh! It's French food!

- Mmm.

- Well?

- You like it?

- Yeah!

Now this is classic French dish,

but with a little twist.

La Hassan.

Aisha, Mukhtar!

Mukhtar.

- Aisha, come on!

- Aisha!

Come! It's started!

You don't want to miss it.

Coming!

Oh, God!

A special surprise for you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

To make the fireworks more fun.

- And for the beautiful one.

- Oh, uh...

Thank you. Very kind.

The pink one, yes. You like pink, I know.

You're wearing pink.

Hello.

Very nice.

Mansur?

Sorry.

And for Papa.

Uh...

Here. No. May I suggest...

Voila.

Papa?

Mmm-hmm?

You know, I, uh,

hear she's a wonderful dancer.

Hmm.

- You like to dance, too, no?

- Oh, look.

You should take her dancing.

Don't be absurd.

We are not children.

Hmm. If you say so.

So, Hassan?

What's a Michelin star?

- What does it look like?

- They're like...

They're like flowers.

Star flowers.

Then they print them in the book

I told you about.

Who gives them to you?

They're called, um...

They're called critics.

They're like restaurant gods.

Have I got a Michelin star?

No. Not yet.

Oh.

Will you get one today?

How long have you

been wanting to open this?

We won our first star 30 years ago,

so I have been waiting ever since.

- They always call at 7:00?

- Yes.

Always a Monday?

Yes.

Then they are bloody cruel

to make you go through

all this every year.

Yes. Cruel.

Like the gods.

To hell with them.

You deserve to taste it.

What are you doing? Oh, no, no, no.

Wait. Excusez-moi. No.

You cannot do this. What...

Give that to me, please.

Give it to me, please.

- Forget their stars.

- You cannot...

- You are the star.

- No.

Give this... No...

- Ah!

- Give it to me.

Saule Pleureur. Madame Mallory.

Merci.

Should I put it back?

With champagne, that is not possible.

Deux.

Deux.

Oh!

Thank you. That's better.

We did it.

- We did?

- Yeah.

The star is for all of us.

No.

No, it's for you.

Thank you. Merci.

What? What happened?

Everyone okay?

- What's going on?

- What happened?

- What happened?

- Huh?

- Two.

- Two stars?

Two stars?

Two stars!

Two stars!

And now the gods will take him.

The rest of the world is waiting for him.

The Saule Pleureur

has had one star for 30 years.

You came for one year, and now it's two.

You see how it works?

I don't think so.

Cuisine in France is a secret society

with no secrets.

They will have sent people

from Paris already.

- They know about you.

- Of course.

Tomorrow the offers will come.

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