[bright instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[light wondrous music]
♪ ♪
- [vocalizing]
- Good morning. - Morning.
- Oh, it looks perfect.
- Well, I've learned from the best.
[humming]
You okay?
- Honestly?
I don't know.
I don't know if I can do this.
- Of course you can.
Call him back.
- What, now?
- Well, he's been waiting.
[dial ratcheting]
[line trilling]
- This is Frank.
- Frank, this is Julia Child.
- Is it?
- So lovely to hear your voice.
Forgive my tardiness.
I was at the White House making a television special
if you can believe it.
- Yes, I know.
- Which is a long way of explaining
why I'm just getting back to you.
I only now received your message.
- Well, I'm glad you called, Julia,
and just in time, I may add.
I was beginning to doubt whether
I'd hear back from you at all.
- [pretending to laugh] Oh, Frank.
You must be joking.
- You continue to think I'm joking
when I'm not joking.
I've waited long enough, frankly,
and I want information.
I thought I'd pay a visit to WGBH,
and you can tell me what you know face to face.
- Great.
I'll see you soon.
[line clicks]
[phone rings]
- Hello. - Hey.
- Mm. Sorry. I'm chewing.
- [laughs] Chew away.
So I had a thought--
thought I'd come visit you.
- [gasps] Mm.
I like that thought. - [chuckles]
Can you pick me up from the train station?
- Of course I can.
I have so much to tell you about the White House.
- Oh, man. That's right, the White House.
I am so proud of you. - Mm.
- And you could tell me all about it over oysters.
- Oysters?
- Oysters and lobsters and clams.
- Oh, my.
- I made a reservation at the Union Oyster House.
- Oh, my goodness, what's the occasion?
[soft romantic music]
- No occasion.
- Here we go.
- Let's do it.
- But why you? I don't understand.
- Because I have the tools
to get him what he's looking for.
- How?
- Because Paul and I were members of the OSS.
- Oh.
- The Office of Strategic Services.
- I know. - During the war.
- Which is now part of the CIA.
- You were spies?
- Well, I--I didn't say that. No.
- I see. - So Paul didn't retire.
- Oh. No.
I know he was fired.
- Uh, not exactly.
- He was internally accused of being a Communist.
- And a homosexual.
- Ah. - Yes.
We were in Norway, and around the time
we learned that "Mastering" was getting published,
I was summoned to D.C.
Finally my long-awaited promotion?
No.
Uh, turned out to be quite the opposite--
a cross-examination.
They wanted me to name names,
which left me no choice but to up and quit.
- Why didn't you tell me?
I would have liked you so much more.
- [laughs] Well, yes, hindsight is 20/20.
- Well, we can kid later.
They're blackmailing me,
threatening to go public with the accusations
unless I play ball.
- Julie is there in at WGBH,
which they think is a dangerous den of poisonous snakes.
- Oh, come on. - Yeah.
But seriously, Avis.
- We need you to help us thwart the FBI.
[light suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, I told Julia about Stanley.
- Oh, I never liked that guy.
- Mm, I did.
- I did, too, but we've bigger things to do
than talk about boys.
Let's save the world first.
Then martinis on me.
[bright music]
[knock at door]
- You wanted me?
- Yes. Have a seat.
Um...
This is hard for me to admit, Judith.
Truthfully, I don't think of myself
as ever being in the wrong, but since the party,
my heart has been pounding in the roof of my mouth.
It's--it's like "The Tell-Tale Heart" up there,
and I need to get this off my chest, or it will kill me.
I've been too hard on you.
- No. - [shushes]
I know it, you know it. It needs to be stated.
- It doesn't.
- And you deserve more than an apology
because the person I'm really upset with
isn't you, of course.
It's me.
- I appreciate this, but really--
- And I promise you...
As abusive as I have been to you,
I have treated myself far worse.
Not to sound maudlin, but I need to say this
so I know it has been said.
Follow your heart.
Edit what you want to edit.
You have impeccable taste, Judith.
I trust it.
I don't know why I ever doubted you.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Everyone to "The French Chef" set.
I'm calling an emergency meeting.
- This is not a drill.
- Pronto, people.
- What do you mean you're calling a meeting?
You're talent.
- I'm sorry I've kept this from you all for so long,
but I hope you can see I had little choice.
- Julie said it all in her wonderfully roundabout way,
but to sum up, our old friend Frank
is worried about the Left's dangerous influence
on the media.
- The work we do on civil rights and against the war.
WGBH is a left-leaning organization,
and to bozos like Frank, that spells trouble.
- They could shut us down.
- They're coming for all of us.
- And if they didn't think Julia was their stooge,
this, of course, would all be top secret.
None of us would know they're keeping dossiers on us.
They are doing this at organizations like ours
all over our fair and fragile country.
[soft patriotic music]
- Here's the plan.
- This is not how I wanted to go out.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Albert.
- To be blindsided with such startling news
moments before my final episode,
how do you expect me to perform?
Just try blowing.
- At least it's me and not a stranger.
We'll get through it together.
- Julia, I need to confess something to you.
The thing is, in my youth,
I was a member of the Communist Party,
but it's not my fault.
I'm Canadian.
It's a socialist country.
The Communist Club and the Curling Club,
they were the popular clubs,
and I wasn't a very good curler.
I have a double-jointed shoulder,
so my sweeping is for shit on one side.
I'm all butterflies with a broom.
Ask my mother.
May she rest in peace.
I just didn't know what to do.
- Oh, Albert. Albert!
Look at me.
You can do this.
You have more knowledge in your little pinkie--
- Knowledge in my pinkie?
- Yes, Albert, don't be so literal.
You are an esteemed man of letters,
and you will rise to the occasion.
Now let's go put on a show that'll leave 'em wanting more.
- Trumbo, Lardner, Duhamel.
I guess it was inevitable. - [chuckles]
[bell rings]
- Places, everyone.
It's been a great privilege.
And we're live in five, four, three...
[bright classical music playing]
- Hello, and welcome to "I've Been Reading."
I'm Albert Duhamel, of course,
and it looks like we've come to the end
of our metaphorical semester together.
For the last time, I have the honor of saying
class is now in session.
- Thank you so much for meeting with me, Mrs. Jaffrey.
- It is my pleasure, and please call me Madhur.
To say I'm intrigued is an understatement.
- Well, I read the Claiborne article
in "The Times" the other day-- - Wasn't that lovely?
He is such a benevolent man. And that accent!
- Those feasts you make for all your friends
sound utterly divine.
My husband and I also throw big dinner parties.
We adore cooking for people we love,
and we've even dabbled in Indian cuisine.
- It was a very nice article,
but I still don't understand why you wanted to meet with me.
- Well--oh! Ah.
- This is seekh kebab, and these little biscuits here
are called bakarkhani, and I used to love
eating them as a child.
- Ah, this all looks fabulous.
Indian cuisine is still like the ocean to me.
There's so much to explore below the surface.
- It is a cuisine unfamiliar to most Americans
but one that is as rich and complicated
and flavorful as anything out of France.
- Exactly.
I want you to write a cookbook for us.
- [laughs] Me?
Oh, I am not a cook. I am an actress.
- That's not what Craig wrote.
The second I saw you, I knew that the feeling
I had in my bones reading that profile was right.
You have it in you.
You can do for Indian cuisine
what Julia Child did for French.
- [laughs] I don't know what to say.
I'm rather speechless.
- It's worse than I thought.
- I knew it.
- Well, thank you, Frank, for opening my eyes.
Den of snakes.
More like ballroom of snakes.
Shadow of snakes.
I feel naive.
If it weren't for you,
who knows what could have happened.
They could have gotten their claws into me as well.
- I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that.
You've seen the light.
- And what a light.
- We're all friends, you and I, and all friends know things.
It may have taken you a minute, but I always knew
you'd come through for me, for us, for her.
- Her?
- America. - Ah.
Right.
- Can I ask you?
What was it like to eat at the People's House?
- Oh, it was the meal of a lifetime.
- Well, of course, it was.
- I can't stop thinking about it.
They treated me like a queen, Frank, like a queen.
- Look at you-- Julia McWilliams from Pasadena
dining with the president.
- I've been on a high ever since.
I'm still on one if you can believe it.
[laughs]
I think your best bet is to talk with everyone
in your sly, strategic way,
uncover all the corruption.
I hope you don't mind, but I've taken the initiative
and prepared a list of who you should interrogate.
Question.
- Right, question.
Right.
- Russell Morash?
- Yes, sir.
- I'm Agent Frank Bludger.
I'm with the FBI.
Dubble Bubble?
- Uh, yeah.
Sure.
- I'm part of a team that looks into places like this.
- Places like what?
- Like WGBH.
- Oh.
- Organizations we've flagged as potentially subversive.
- Oh.
Look, I'd love to help you,
but, honestly, I don't know anything.
- According to this,
you were fished out of the Charles River
a few months ago?
Let's start with that.
- First of all, I really don't have any information for you.
To my eyes, at least, we're pretty squeaky.
Second of all, I want my lawyer.
If I'm not mistaken, it is not against the law
to protest in this country.
- I'm a decorated war hero, sir.
- I mean, that was a long time ago.
What's the cliché?
If you're not a liberal when you're young,
you have no heart, and if you're not a conservative
when you're old, you have no brain.
[chuckles] Um, it's something like that.
- So your friend Stanley Lipschitz is heavily involved
in the anti-war movement, hmm?
- Pardon my French, but fuck that guy.
- Yeah, I like you.
- You should talk to Albert.
That guy, well, he's Canadian, if you know what I mean.
- I mean, I'm Canadian.
What excuse does Mr. Morash have?
- Yes, I attended an anti-war event,
but it was Avis DeVoto's idea.
She made me go. I was just making a docuseries.
- Hmm. [pen clicks]
Show business.
- Did you talk to Russ?
They were all his ideas.
I never thought much of them.
Man to man, sir, I was just following orders.
- Have you talked to Roland?
Now, there's subversive.
- Avis DeVoto pushed hallucinogenics on Russ.
She's dangerous.
- I hear there's agitational material
hidden in the ceiling.
[tense music]
Roland will tell you.
- If you listen to "Karate Cats" backwards,
you can hear them say "God is dead."
- Word is, they're developing a show
about how to make bombs from ingredients
already in your fridge.
- You should ask Hunter about the time
he made us all drop acid.
Tune in and tune out, indeed.
Is office nudity a crime?
[popping]
- This is the People's House,
where everyone's voice in this great nation can be heard.
Great nation, my foot.
- Keep reading.
- Well, the sermon is about to begin here on the South Lawn
where they're rolling out the red carpet,
and we're going to see everything.
There must be thousands of people here this morning,
and some of them are terribly important.
When all the important people are in their places,
the ceremony begins.
This bunch of howitzers
is about a quarter of a mile away
from the White House but pointing
in the opposite direction.
They're ready to give a 19-gun salute
to the man in the black limousine
as only America can.
- Goodbye, Margaret.
- Have a good evening.
- Back to D.C.
- Safe travels.
- Hi. - [laughs]
Hey. - Hey.
- So I have quite the night planned for us.
We are celebrating. - Celebrating what?
- The White House, dummy.
- Oh, right. Of course.
Maybe we should just hang at my place.
- Oh?
- I had a really weird day.
- You sure?
I mean, those oysters are wicked fresh.
Did I say that right?
- Sure, and sort of.
- Wait, what happened?
- I don't even know where to begin.
- Well, maybe oysters will help.
- I really don't mean to be a party pooper, Isaac,
but can we do something low-key, please, for me?
- Yeah, of course.
- Okay.
- I mean, on the one hand,
the White House footage is incredible.
I can't believe some of the shots we got,
and cutting it together has been the most satisfying thing
I've ever done professionally.
On the other hand, this guy Frank was fucking weird.
I'm not exaggerating, honey.
I was interrogated by a lunatic.
We all were.
Thank God for Julia and Paul.
If it wasn't for their plan,
I don't know what would have happened.
He wanted names, we gave him names.
We played him like a violin.
It was insane.
Oh, my God.
That chicken looks stupendous.
- Do you even still have an appetite?
- Are you kidding?
This is just to pace myself,
just something to tide me over until the main event.
- [chuckles]
Aren't you gonna ask me about my day?
- Of course.
Of course. How was your day?
- Well, I roasted a chicken,
read some board books to Vicki,
oh, and I vacuumed.
- Was that a trick question?
- No, it wasn't.
- So?
- Oh, I think Frank was sufficiently flummoxed.
At least I hope so.
- Out of the woods? - Oh.
By the skin of our teeth, I might add.
Told Margaret he was heading home to D.C.
when he left, but, oh, honestly,
I felt like I was back in the OSS.
Wild Bill playing his mind games on me,
and Coolidge and I fighting over poisons and shark meat.
- I remember it like it was yesterday.
- You always said if you want to hide evidence,
bury it in a mountain of evidence.
I felt squeamish all afternoon,
but by George, we worked as a team.
Everybody played their part
and pointed their finger accordingly.
I was proud of our motley crew.
- Would you say mission accomplished?
- Oh.
More like mission stalled.
Yes, that is.
- Ah.
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
- Mm. - Ah. I have chills.
[clears throat]
- It's so creepy, yet so brilliant.
- I love how much you love it.
Whoa, are you crazy? What are you doing?
- I had the worst day, Isaac.
- I know, but turn the volume back up.
- I am so grateful that I am not alone tonight.
Sometimes your timing has been a bit spotty...
[laughs]
But not tonight.
Tonight, it was perfect.
- Don't you wanna see how it ends?
- My day was an episode of "The Twilight Zone."
That was enough "Twilight Zone" for me.
- Uh, okay.
Uh, okay.
Okay, so I had something way more elaborate planned.
Oysters were involved.
- Uh-huh.
- But, um, Alice, I've been thinking about this a lot.
- Oh.
- And I know what you're thinking.
You--you have the worst poker face,
but you're wrong because before you say anything, I--
I'm quitting my job.
I have an interview here tomorrow.
My plan is to come to you,
to be with you
if you'll have me.
I could be a lawyer anywhere, but there's only one Julia,
so this is where you need to be.
- You thought we'd need oysters?
Yes!
[phone rings]
- Hello.
- I know it's early. Did I wake you?
- No, no, no, no, what's wrong?
Is it Frank?
- Frank? No.
I just couldn't wait.
I have some exciting news to share with you.
Are you sitting down?
- Well, I'm lying down.
- Uh, right. Sorry.
"The French Chef" has been nominated for an Emmy.
- A what?
- An Emmy.
- Paul, Paul. - Hmm, wha?
- We've been nominated for an Emmy.
- Oh. A what?
- An Emmy, Paul.
An award for television.
- Oh.
- Mazel tov!
- Apparently, there's a new category this year
for educational television.
- This is huge, my dear, and I'm coming to Boston
to celebrate with you.
Make a reservation anywhere. It's on Knopf.
- Oh, how marvelous.
We have two things to celebrate.
- Two?
- Yes, Paul and I just thwarted the FBI.
- Morning, Emmy nominee.
- Good morning, pleb.
[both laugh]
- So I've been thinking-- - [shushes]
- Russ, seriously.
- One day, I'll grow up. I swear.
But not today.
- Russ, I--I don't wanna just be a housewife anymore.
I want more.
I wanna work for you-- or for Julia--
or for "The French Chef."
Now, I don't want any special treatment, mind you.
I will prep, chop, clean, hide behind the counter.
I do all those things anyway--
except hide behind the counter-- and
you can harass and abuse me and get away with it.
But I wanna learn from her, from Julia.
- Well, sure.
Why not?
I mean, I think it's a great idea.
Color me tickled.
My wife, a working woman.
Cool. - [squeals]
- Diane, send flowers to Craig Claiborne and to Julia Child.
- Sure thing. - Go big.
[phone rings] - Hello?
- Simca, this is Judith calling from New York.
I have the most wonderful news to share with you.
Julia's been nominated for an Emmy.
- What is an Emmy?
- It's an award.
- Who won that award before, other chefs?
- Oh, no. It's an award for television.
- Oh. It's a stupid award.
- It's a new award, this category,
the first time it's been awarded.
- Oh, then who cares?
- I think you should call Julia and congratulate her.
- Don't be silly.
- Simca, as your editor, I am insisting
that you call and congratulate Julia.
As your friend, I'd hope you'd want to.
- What do you think?
- It's just sort of harrowing, putting them live
into a pot of boiling water.
- Oh, it's all part of the fun.
We all have a touch of the murderer in us.
This way, we can let it out for a moment,
and it's perfectly harmless.
- Tell that to the lobster's mother.
- [laughs] Oh, yes.
Mm, hmm. You look rather euphoric.
Emmy glow?
- Well, yes, but actually, I wanted to tell you--
- Julia. - Yes, what is it?
- He's back? - Who?
- The FBI goon. - What, Frank?
- Yeah, and he's brought a team with him.
- Oh, I should have known it was too easy yesterday.
- All right, we've got five minutes.
- Listen up, everyone!
- Surprise, I've returned--
this time with a search warrant.
There will be no hiding from me now.
- Let me call Mr. Fox for you.
- You have two minutes.
[tense music]
- You've got this.
- Yes, without a moment to spare.
- Courage.
- Okay, places, everyone. [bell rings]
And we are on in five, four, three...
- Well, these lobsters spent last night
in the icy waters of Maine.
Today, they're going to star in our production
of homard à l'américaine,
one of the most famous French lobster dishes.
Welcome to "The French Chef."
I'm Julia Child.
[bright classical music playing]
[footsteps]
♪ ♪
Now, homard, meaning lobster,
à l'américaine, in the American style.
Good old Uncle Sam.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
The lobster goes in here in this section.
This half is called the living room.
That always tickles me.
And he crawls in there, and he smells
all the fragrant bait, which is in the second room,
which is called the bedroom.
There's all the bait tempting our lobster
to come to the boudoir, and so he does.
Now, apart from our star,
we're going to need butter, lemon, tomatoes,
garlic, and white wine.
And these ingredients will really bring--
oh, thank you, Lloyd.
These ingredients will really bring out
the heavenly and truly unique flavor
of our good friend, the lobster.
♪ ♪
And he spreads his arms wide,
and he flaps his tail like that--
flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, he's--ooh!
Oh. [chuckles]
Lobster on the loose.
Oh, yes.
Got him!
Well, he is a lively one,
and who can blame him?
He's fighting for his life.
Now, you want to put it in head first,
and that's because the lobster's brains,
hearts, and feelings are right here in the head,
and this will kill him instantly and painlessly.
And we cover the pot
and put a weight on it
so that there's no escaping, just in case. [chuckles]
♪ ♪
Now, the first thing to lop off are the claws
with our...shears.
You need to break up and break down the lobster
for homard à l'américaine.
♪ ♪
Honor guards from every branch of the service
are here this morning--
Marines and Navy and Coast Guard, the Air Force,
and way down there are the Army and their howitzers.
[artillery booming]
They're ready to give a 19-gun salute
to the man in the black limousine.
♪ ♪
You should be able to get tarragon at any grocery store.
I'm using dry here, but fresh is even better.
And if they don't have tarragon,
demand that they order some.
Our markets need herbs.
It's 1964, for goodness sakes.
This is America. [laughs]
[knocking]
♪ ♪
So, now, it's hard to describe what these critters taste like
because they don't taste like anything else
but goodness, heaven. [laughs]
I don't even have the words to tell you
how delicious this is.
But maybe I can try and find the words.
It's succulent, sweet, and briny.
Tender, and serve it the French way, in its shell,
which has become a brilliant red.
And a chilled white wine will really bring it home
and knock you out.
Say, a Côtes du Rhône is just perfect.
And now to review our good old all-American lobster...
After the execution, it's break down into pieces,
sauté in hot oil, flambé, add wine, and simmer.
And 20 minutes later, it will all come together
in something marvelous.
And that's all for today on "The French Chef."
This is Julia Child.
Bon appétit.
[bell rings]
- The coast is clear. They just left.
[applause]
- Oh, heaven, I haven't felt that nervous
since the pilot episode.
[laughter]
Seeing as I have you all here on this beautiful set
now filled with the goodies that make this place
the special place it is, I have news.
We've all been nominated for an Emmy Award.
[applause]
[light music]
- Let's throw a party, tonight, on me.
[whistling]
♪ ♪
- This isn't over yet.
- Isn't it?
- You'll be sorry, Paul.
There are things we know about you that you would rather--
- Yeah, yeah. Julia told me.
- She did?
- Leak what you want.
Say what you want.
I stand by my life, and I stand by my marriage.
And nothing you say is gonna change that.
- We'll see.
- Change, Frank, don't be afraid of it.
It's the side you always wanna be on.
[engine turns over]
[doorbell rings]
- Oh, coming.
Coming.
Hey, love.
What a delightful surprise.
What's wrong?
- What do you mean, what's wrong?
- Nothing.
Let's just say I'm not used to surprise visits,
but I could get used to them in a heartbeat.
Now, what's wrong?
- Oh, it has been quite a day.
- Quite a day, huh?
- I don't even know where to start.
- Well, why not start with the biggest news
and work your way down.
- Yes, that makes sense.
- I'm glad you think so.
[screams] Oh, my Lord!
- Mom.
- I can't believe it. I just can't believe it!
He bought the cow.
- May I remind you it's 1964 and saying things like that
makes you seem like a relic.
- It's an oldie but a goodie and a truey.
My goodness, honey.
I am going to miss your sass, though.
Luckily, New York is only a train ride away,
and I do so love it.
Broadway musicals especially.
Last time your father and I went,
we saw Diahann Carroll in "No Strings,"
and she was breathtaking.
Oh, and she could sing too.
Don't worry.
I'll visit a lot.
- Actually, Mom, he's moving here.
- Here?
What do you mean?
- I mean here, as in Boston.
He's at a job interview this very moment.
- You must be some woman, Alice Ruth,
or should I say Alice Delilah.
[both laugh]
I underestimated you.
[squeals, laughs] Oh, my God!
[phone ringing]
- It must be Judith.
I told her to call when she got to the station
and we'd pick her up.
- Just in time.
- Hello?
- Julia. - Ah!
- Oh, my super Française.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
- I'm calling to congratulate you.
- Congratulate me for what?
- For your Enemy nomination.
- [laughs] Emmy, my darling.
It's Emmy.
- Oh, whatever, um.
Congratulations.
- Oh, that's very kind of you, Simca.
- I was wrong about TV.
I was wrong, yes.
There. Happy now?
- Oh, I'm not so sure.
You should see some of the garbage
that passes for entertainment.
- Oh, people like garbage.
- Yes, I guess they do.
And thank you, my sister.
Any reason to hear your voice is a plus in my book,
and hopefully all this distraction
will buy us some time with our little project.
- We'll be side-by-side soon enough, hmm?
- Oh, yes, we will.
- [singing in language]
[indistinct chatter]
- [laughs] No, I'm in Boston.
- What? - Boston.
Boston, Massachusetts.
We're celebrating.
- Celebrating what?
- Julia's Emmy nomination.
- An Emmy nomination?
Well, fuck me, Jascha Heifetz.
- Who are you on with?
- [whispering] Blanche.
- Blanche.
Blanche.
This is Julia Child.
- Mm.
Well, I understand congratulations are in order.
- Well, uh, maybe, but, oh, Blanche,
this would never have happened to me without you.
As you know, every other publisher turned me down.
I have a lot of angels in my life,
and I try to thank them as often as I can.
So thank you.
- That's very kind and generous of you to say.
As we both know, it's barely true.
- Oh. But barely. [chuckles]
- Judith was right about you.
- Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and eat
lots of shrimp cocktail in your honor.
- [chuckles] - Oh!
- Go under.
She's good people. - That she is.
- We'll talk in the morning. I should go.
- No, no, no, not yet.
Stay--stay a minute.
I--I was at the doctor this afternoon.
No matter what they tell you,
I want you to succeed me.
- I, uh-- - No.
Don't let them push you around.
Now go.
Celebrate your friend.
We'll talk face-to-face when you get back.
[lively jazz music playing]
- Julia! Julia!
- Oh, Russ, darling.
- I wanted you to connect with Marian.
- Oh, Marian, what a delight to see you again.
- I--I still get butterflies when I'm around you.
[both laugh]
- You'll have to get over that
if we're going to be working together.
- I know.
I can't tell you how excited I am.
- Now, I'm not sure Russell's told you my conditions,
but there are some things I insist upon.
- No, he didn't.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- You must tell me embarrassing stories about Russ
as often as possible.
- Wonderful.
- You remember my husband, Paul.
- Of course. Of course. Hello.
- This is Julia's place.
She and Paul come here every week.
- Wow. I love the subterranean vibe.
- Oh, yes. It's very fresh.
[both chuckle]
Julia.
- Oh, you must be Isaac.
[squeals, laughs]
Welcome to the family.
[glass clinking]
Just in time.
- I'd like to make a toast...
to myself.
No, no, but seriously, on this day,
Julia and the Emmys and celebration,
I wanna say goodbye on a purely positive note.
[voice breaking] This has been the ride of my life,
and I will always--
- Hunter, you can't cancel Albert.
You just can't.
He risked his life to save the station, and besides,
who knows when the next author finds their way
to "I've Been Reading" and another show is born?
- Plus he has a lovely baritone.
[laughter]
- He'll sing for his supper, won't you, Duke?
- ♪ While tearing off a game of golf ♪
♪ I may make a play for the caddy ♪
♪ But when I do, I don't follow through ♪
♪ 'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy ♪
[laughter]
I have no idea why that just popped into my head.
- Oh, all right, one more season.
[cheers and applause]
- Please, Albert.
No, it's unbecoming.
- Speech, Julia.
all: Speech, speech.
- Okay, gosh.
Oh, gosh, heavens, what a day.
I--I've never been prouder of our band of merry men
than I was this afternoon making lobsters
and setting us all free.
And I thank Paul for showing me by example
what it is to be brave.
These last few days, starting with our time
at the White House, I've learned something
that feels rather revolutionary,
at least to me.
So often all any of us wants is a pat on the back.
But what I needed was a wake-up call.
And so I say this to all of you with a clear head
and an open heart.
If they're going to call us agitators,
then let's agitate.
Let's make programs at WGBH that upset people,
that wake people up.
Let's be what they say we are and make some noise.
- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear! all: Hear, hear!
[applause]
- And sure enough, anything incriminating
was on Julia's set, but Frank never thought to look there.
- Okay, how many glasses of champagne have I had?
Because that story is insane.
- All I hope is that you have something in the vicinity
of what I had with Bernard--
a lover, a true partner, a soulmate.
- What about Stanley?
- Fuck that guy.
- No. No, what happened?
- He broke my heart.
- Ah.
- If you hurt her, you'll have to answer to me.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Uh, sorry to interrupt,
but the White House special is gonna be big.
Big, big, big, big, big.
- Thank you, Hunter. - But Julia's right.
No more saying no to you.
It always bites me in the ass when I do.
Hal can fire me if he wants,
but let's make something great together.
Heck, let's make by women, for women.
- Really?
- Now, that's what I like to hear.
- To Alice.
all: To Alice.
- To Alice.
[light music]
[cheering]
♪ ♪
- Nice people.
- We're very lucky.
It's a nice little community we've found.
- It sure felt strange. - Hmm?
- Recording the narration for the White House special,
filming our show whilst Frank and his goons
tried to rip us all apart.
- Mm.
That's our country, isn't it, full of contradictions.
How it's been from the start.
- Oh, as wise as you are brave and handsome.
- ♪ Fish in the sea ♪
♪ You know how I feel ♪
[Nina Simone's "Feeling Good"]
♪ River running free ♪
♪ You know how I feel ♪
- Oh, gosh.
- [groans]
- Ooh, and to think someone thought you were a Communist.
[both laughing]
- ♪ It's a new day ♪
♪ It's a new life for me ♪
♪ And I'm feeling good ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Dragonfly out in the sun ♪
♪ You know what I mean, don't you know ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Butterflies all having fun ♪
♪ You know what I mean ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sleep in peace when day is done ♪
♪ That's what I mean ♪
♪ And this old world is a new world ♪
♪ And a bold world for me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Stars when you shine, you know how I feel ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Scent of the pine, you know how I feel ♪
♪ Oh, freedom is mine ♪
♪ And I know how I feel ♪
♪ It's a new dawn ♪
♪ It's a new day ♪
♪ It's a new life for me ♪
[scatting]
♪ ♪
♪ I'm feeling good ♪
♪ ♪