[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.
20 years' work, working on something
5 million times 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" gang.
- 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 pistol.
- 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 killing 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.
- 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 fuck.
[laughter]
- Well, the fucking took less time to get
a handle on than the feeding.
- Yes. She was a quick study.
[laughter]
- And flatter.
To feed, fuck, and flatter.
- No, no, no. I never mentioned flattery.
- Oh, no. I intuited it.
- Whoa. [laughter]
- Well, Jimmy's chicken is better than any fuck
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 abortion.
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 war 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 shoot.
- 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, 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]
♪ ♪