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Poulet au Porto is one
of my favorite dishes.

This is an excellent recipe

to make for your
nearest and dearest,

as it cannot be prepared
ahead of time.

Instead, I suggest you invite
those lucky ones

into your kitchen
for dinner and a show.

Oh, missed opportunity.

I should've used the chicken
like a puppet.

It was right there
for the taking.

And now I'm going to pop
the mushrooms

into the pan for a good sweat.

Speaking of which...

Oh, my God.

Oh, really, Russ?
Is it the chicken?

See, the technique
is too similar to coq au vin.

It's good to repeat techniques.
That's how people learn.

Well, they don't learn
if they're bored.

I'm not bored.
I'm exhausted.

The baby.

Oh, yes.

The little bundle of joy.

Two weeks
and barely a wink.

It's an evolutionary misstep to
come into the world so hungry.

Alright, I'm sorry.
I have to cut this short.

But if I sit in a dark room
any longer,

I'm gonna fall asleep
on your shoulder.

Ah.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
No, let -- let me.

This is my favorite part.

Um...

Is there a problem,
Charlie?

Oh, no.

There's a wrinkle.

Excuse me?

I'm right here,
Russ!

Not you, Julia.
The tape.

Oh.

There's a wrinkle
in the tape.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

What's a wrinkle
in the tape?

A wrinkle in the tape
is tantamount to lost film.

And unfortunately, it runs
through so much of the film

that the episode
is unsalvageable.

We're gonna need to do
a total reshoot.

Well, if we must do it again,
we will do it with aplomb.

What good fortune that
we're taking the week off.

It's a perfect chance
to recharge our tired batteries

and --
and come back --

You just looked
at each other.

Why have you looked
at each other?

There can't be
a week off.

But there is a week off.

I marked it in very bold letters
in my diary.

"Week off."

The deal with KQED
is for continuous programming.

We've just syndicated
to three other cities.

If we take a week off
and then reshoot,

we'll be two weeks
behind.

Our hands are tied.

Well, hands can be untied,
Alice.

I'm exhausted.

Actually, I'm exhausted,
and I'm okay with it.

It's not a competition, Russ.

I just need a little bit of time
to catch my breath.

I hear you,
but if you think about it,

it's an enviable
position.

No one wants a break
from Julia.

I could use a break
from Julia.

Oh, it's an enviable position,
Simca.

It was, uh, no small feat
on Judith's part to get

"Mastering, Part II"
back in motion.

I sent you the recipe
for cassoulet, no?

Yes, I know, dear, and while
it's a wonderful start --

Well, it's not the beginning.
It's, uh, finished.

Well, I mean, it's a wonderful
start to the mountain of work

we still need to do.

Meaning?

Bread.

No, no, no, no, no.

Julia, no, no.

Bread? No.

Now, hear me out.

The French don't
make bread.

Well, I beg to differ
because I have had

some of the most beautiful
baguettes whilst in France.

I mean,
the French housewives.

The French housewives
do not make bread.

You know what I mean.
Don't be cute.

I'm being clever, not cute,
and really,

it's just ghastly here
between the Wonder Bread

and the hot dog buns,

and ooh,
we need to help, Simca.

You help.
Me? No.

Yes, but I'm a bit tied up
this week

with "The French Chef."

Why do you call it
"The French Chef," huh?

You're not French.

Well, because I cook
French food,

and while I continue
to bring the message

of French food to America,
as was our mission,

I would like to offer you
the privilege of spearheading

the baguette recipe
yourself.

C'est impossible.

No, it's not impossible.

You just don't want
to do it.

Exactement.

And I sent you cassoulet.

But I didn't ask
for cassoulet!

I am not your employee.

Call me when you want
to do something French!

Eh --

Paul!

Paul!

Wait.

Oh, Paul,
it was a disaster.

What --

I was afraid of that.

Simca's always been a bull
about bread.

Now, what am I gonna do?

Judith's on the train
as we speak.

She's taken vacation days just
to work on the bread chapter.

Alright, alright,
deep breaths, my love.

It'll be fine.

Because you can
do anything.

You are the woman who enchanted
America with her cooking show,

and in so doing,
created so much demand

that they're all clamoring for
the second volume of your book.

Yes, but I don't have
the ability

to be in two places
at once,

and the book won't get
published without bread.

No.
But you have help.

I will skip Judo and we'll
crack a schedule together,

because nothing
can't be fixed

with some good old-fashioned
time management.

Oh. Yes.

Oh, Judith!
You're drenched!

Just a bit damp.

Come in. Come in.

It took me a minute to catch
a cab at the station.

That'll teach me
to forget my umbrella.

Oh, these damned
August showers.

Let's hope it's dry skies
for the rest of the week.

'Cause you know what
doesn't love rain?

Bread.

I'm beyond excited to be

on the front lines
of your process.

I never get to watch
my clients in motion.

Although, to be fair,
their work is rarely so tactile.

Ooh!

What a treat to get to be
in the trenches with you.

Yes, about that.

Do I have a surprise for you.

Ta-da!

Well, hey, Paul.

Well, you may know him
as Paul,

but he is also
your partner.

Your partner in bread.

The truth is, this week
is all turned upside down.

Suffice to say, I do not have
this week off as planned.

Mm. And, uh, when we sat down
to work out a schedule,

we realized there,
practically speaking,

were not enough hours
in the day

and not enough Julias
to go around.

Which it turns out is
a happy problem indeed.

How so?

Paul?

Paul is much better suited
to the task of cracking bread.

Bread is scientific.

Now, I'm a lot of things,

but scientific
is not one of them.

I dare say
I would've enjoyed

dissecting the frog
in biology class much more

if I'd known I could sauté
the legs in butter and garlic.

Sounds like you've
worked it all out.

May we offer you
some dinner?

We could discuss the pros
and cons of American flour.

I have thoughts.

As nice as that sounds,
I-I actually ate on the train.

And I'm drenched.

Uh, would you mind
if I retire to my room?

Oh, of course.

A good night's rest
for the week ahead.

What time is too early
to start?

5:00 a.m.?

Let's be eager,
but humane.

5:30 it is.

However, I don't know
if I'll even be able to sleep.

I'm so excited.

Oh, that's wonderful,
Paulski.

Oh, to be inspired.

Julie?

Well, of all the episodes
to reshoot,

Poulet au Porto would not
have been my top choice.

But you adore
Poulet au Porto.

Yes, but did you realize
that of the last 12 episodes,

four of them
have been chicken?

Chicken is a wonderfully
versatile ingredient.

Simca accused me of
not being French enough.

Simca wouldn't exist
outside of her own ego

if it weren't for you.

Yes, but I mean,
there's French food

and then there's
French food.

Uh-oh.
Do I see wheels turning?

Well, I just can't see the point
in doing a bad job twice.

See, maybe I have
the authority to...

change the recipe?

Last time I checked,
it was your show.

Yes, it is my show.

Ha!

That's five minutes.
Squats, Paul.

Oh, good morning,
ma chere amie.

Would you care
to join?

Limber up the muscles
for the knead ahead.

Before my coffee?

No.

How much longer?

Do you want me
to fudge it?

Yes.

Let's stretch.

I admit, I was a bit miffed
at red-faced little Vickie

at first,
all that crying.

The stamina on those
tiny lungs.

How is Marian doing?

Marian?

Oh.

Fine.

Goo-goo ga-ga for baby.

What was I talking about?

Not sleeping, I think.

Yes!

In other words,
productivity.

Once you realize there's
no point in even trying,

that's when you get
to the good part.

Which brings me
to your part.

My part?

I need you step up
on "The French Chef."

Take more responsibility.

Wow. Really?

I-I would be thrilled.

Anything you need to lighten
the load, get some more rest.

Al!

I'm not tired!

What you see here -- this is
a broadening of my portfolio.

The San Francisco trip
taught me two things.

I need to make shows
which are my passion.

You mean like
"The Advocates"?

Eventually.

And what's the second thing?

You said there were
two things.

I did. Yes.

That "The French Chef"
is a big deal

and I need to use that
to my advantage.

Well, that's great, Russ,
but "The French Chef"

also needs us on set
in five.

Vinnie. Hi.

- Hi.
- Um, can you go through this --

Oh. One second.

Julia!

Always nice to be greeted
with enthusiasm.

Thank you, Roy.

Ooh, me, too.
What are you excited about?

Russ asked me to take
a stronger hand

in the producing
of the episode.

Oh, Alice,
that's marvelous.

Do you approve?

I'm delighted.
Produce away.

Ah.
What are you excited about?

Well, gather the troops,

Madame Producer,
and you shall see.

Excuse me.
Everyone!

Can we gather around
for a moment?

Julia has an announcement.

Good morning, good morning,
good morning.

We have a slight
change of plans.

About that --
I can't be here for the episode.

You came here to tell us
you can't be here?

Well, I'm here today,
but tomorrow,

I'm up 95
in Kennebunkport.

I thought we had a break,
so we made plans

to see my parents
at their summer home.

Norman hates my parents,
but he loves lobster rolls,

so I gotta capitalize.

I would never get in the way
of lobster rolls.

We'll make do.

What's your change
in plans?

Yes.

No chicken.

Chicken, my friends,
is tired territory.

This reshoot is an opportunity.

It won't be a reshoot at all.

It will be a new shoot.

We're going to make something
much more French.

Poulet au Porto sounds
pretty French to moi.

Ah, not as French
as the wonderful,

mouthwatering delicacy
of sweetbreads!

While that is
a lovely idea,

we have already done
the shopping.

Oh.

But as I pay
for the groceries,

I'd be more than happy
to pay for new groceries.

But Avis and Dorothy
are in charge of groceries,

and since Dorothy is
no longer available to help --

I can handle it.

Oh, that's the spirit!

But I've only got two hands
and one of them is arthritic,

so I'm gonna need
some help.

Alice?

W-While I'm always ready
to lend a hand,

maybe not on the week

when we can still save
some of the footage.

Oh, but I-I thought the footage
was unsalvageable.

Well, the episode
is unsalvageable,

but some of the footage
could still be useful.

Oh, I hadn't realized.

Julia.

Do you want to do
sweetbreads?

Oh, I do want to do
sweetbreads.

You're the boss!

And the boss sounds
passionate about this one.

Passion is good,
Julia.

No, it really is.

Oh!
You know, it's much more work.

Yes.

Oh.
Well, I can't deny it.

No one will make this dish.

Maybe not, but maybe
one person will.

You will have a script
by tomorrow.

Didn't you just tell me
to take charge?

You are in charge.

In charge
of Julia's vision.

And Julia's vision has led her
to sweetbreads.

Do you know
what sweetbreads are?

No.

Like a danish, right?

Who's next?

Hi.

Over here.

Your basket's empty.

Yes, I'm aware.

I've been trying
to get his attention.

Oh.

Hello! Johnny!

Hi.

Morning, Mrs. DeVoto.
What can I do for you today?

Pays to be pushy.

We're gonna need all
the sweetbreads you've got.

Is Mrs. Child really doing
sweetbreads?

She is, indeed.

I couldn't take another round
of enraged customers.

We almost didn't survive
the run on sole last month.

Really?

If it's alright, I'll help you
drop off the food at Julia's,

but then I have to race
back to the office.

Three sister stations
are wondering

where the new episode is.

Russ may or may not be
on the verge

of an insomnia-induced
nervous breakdown.

Men and sleep.

Yeah, well, I'm happy
to pick up the slack,

but there is a lot
of slack this week.

Strict instructions
from Julia.

You can skedaddle after you
help me prep the sweetbreads.

Prep the sweetbreads?

These babies need to soak
for 24 hours.

Ah.

Apparently, glands are
very high-maintenance.

I think we need to add
some more water.

Though that may be true, we must
follow the scientific method.

If we don't have a constant
by which to compare,

we'll be nowhere
as we begin to experiment.

Monsieur Calvel's recipe
is our North Star.

Be that as it may,
we're working to a deadline.

So, perhaps we can make
some calculated accelerations.

Ah, but bread rushes
for no one.

I'm not sure Blanche Knopf
would agree with that.

Well, then, we have to seduce
her with the joy of process.

Mm.

The vigor of the knead.

The suspense of the proof.

The catharsis of the slash.

Watch that vigor, Paul.

You're liable to give yourself
a hernia.

W-W-Wait - The --

The kitchen is closed
for business.

We are the business, baby.
Television trumps cookbook.

Well, just --
just don't touch anything.

Wh--

Watch it, pal.

Ah -- Oh!

Oh, very nice.
Very nice.

Oh!

Oh, I need some air.

Oh, don't you dare destroy
this wonderful humidity!

It smells like
pancreas, Paul.

Be reasonable.

Oh, for God's sake.

Oh.
Alice, you got this?

No, a-actually,
I really have to --

You're a doll!

Paul's trying
to recreate

a professional
baker's oven in here.

This heatwave is a --
is a gift from Hestia.

The Greek maiden goddess
of the hearth.

Apparently,
she's with us.

Hm, is there a Greek
maiden goddess of glands?

'Cause I could use
her help.

Time for a break?

For you
and a cool glass?

Always.

I snuck in a drop of gin.

Ooh.

Gosh, this heatwave
is dreadful.

Paul's in
proofing heaven.

He's babysitting the dough
as we speak.

I think there's a metaphor
about a watched pot

he should consider.

I have watched my husband
watch paint dry.

It's one of
the many reasons

I knew he'd bring
the right energy to bread.

Because he's meticulous.

Yes.

But he's also not you.

The recipe needs
that Julia touch.

I know that Blanche Knopf
wants what she wants.

So I promise to touch it up
and down and all around.

Paul is a brilliant man.

But he's not exactly known
for his accessible thinking.

You mean he's a snob?

We're all snobs.
It's not a judgment.

But your gift is one
of translation.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong,
Judith, but...

you are actually a very
well qualified translator.

I translate French,
not French bread.

And I'm not a writer.

Ooh, that's mere details.

You didn't come all this way
just to watch.

No, I came all this way
to spend some time with you.

Goodness knows I could
have vacationed in Montauk

like a normal New Yorker.

Yes, well,
I-I'm disappointed, too.

And it's your vacation.

You deserve to spend it
as you want.

So, if you need to go,
I understand.

The cuts of sweetbread
come from these glands

right at the base of the neck,

which are wonderfully
aromatic and delicate.

I thought
she was doing donuts.

Maybe she's just gonna
turn them into donuts.

And sweetbreads also come
from another surprising source.

Any guesses?

Are we supposed to guess?

No, that was
a dramatic pause.

Maybe a little less
dramatic.

Yes, roger that.

It's something that helps
to aid in digestion,

and now I'm going to encourage
you to digest it yourself.

It's the pancreas!

Oh, Russ.

Russ!

Present!

Could we use our mirror to show
the fascinating process

of separating the two lobes
from the tube?

Benny.

What the lady wants,
the lady gets.

And I need to keep it
in focus?

Now, just grab those
pre-soaked lobes...

No. God no.

I did not sign up
for sweetbreads in close-up.

Oh, dear!
We had a casualty.

I got it.

We want to really relish
ripping these membranes apart.

I'm still not sure about
the flour proportions.

Shh!
They'll hear you.

No!

We peeked last time,
and look what happened --

pale, insipid crust.

Sit.

My only fear
is failing her.

Then we won't.

Together?

Yeah.

Ah --

She's a whizz at knitting.

I've got a closet full
of sweaters I never wear

to prove it.

Wow.
These'll be great.

Perfect for this
August heat wave.

You look tired.

You sleeping?

Actually, I'm great.

Never been more focused.

I know you're busy,
so I'll get to it.

I want to make
a weekly news program

that focuses
on civil rights

and social justice issues
in this country.

I have Morgenthau, uh, making
a documentary about that.

Y-Yes, but a documentary
is a one-off.

This issue is evolving,
volatile.

We need a program
that can respond in real time.

I'll mention it to Morgenthau.
Hm.

No, Hunter, I'm your guy.

Mm...yeah.

You are my guy.

My guy for
"The French Chef."

Well, that, uh, shot
with the mirror -- genius.

No one can do that
like you.

But what do you have to say
about this civil rights thing

that other people
can't say?

In fact,
I called this meeting --

I called this meeting.

...to talk about doing
more home shows

for our lady viewers.

Apparently, there are
a lot of them.

Who knew?

Maybe a knitting show
with my sister-in-law.

Uh --

but you know, yarn is...

Well, I don't know.
You'll figure it out.

I'd like to do something
that matters.

To whom?

"The French Chef" matters
to a whole lot of people.

And the only reason Morgenthau
gets to make his documentary

is because "The French Chef"
will pay for it.

So, really, you are working
on civil rights.

Feel better?

Sorry for the mess.

I don't usually
have visitors.

I'm usually
the one summoned.

Have I been summoned?

Oh, no.
No, I just wanted to talk.

To check in,
see how you were feeling.

Well, I'll feel better
once we move onto crepes.

Yes. About that.

Uh, the future episodes are
what I wanted to talk about.

Oh.
So, I have been summoned.

Well, the fact of the matter is
that the show is a huge success.

Uh-huh.

and with that has come the
saving grace of a real budget.

Money makes the world
go 'round.

We've been doing so much
with so little,

but it turns out
we can now afford to hire

a production assistant.

What's a production
assistant?

Oh, uh, someone
who can be responsible

for grocery shopping,
um, food prep,

an extra pair of hands
behind the counter for Julia.

You mean you can hire someone
to be me?

I can -- I can hire someone
to lessen the burden

on you and Dorothy.

You're firing me.

I can't fire you.
You're a volunteer.

Please don't get the wrong
end of the stick.

A production assistant
would just free you up

to do the parts you like.

You won't be tied to
the rigorous schedule

of a multi-episode
TV show.

You can flit in and out
as you'd like.

Flit?

I can flit?

Cold, cold, cold.

Moved onto
cocktails?

Paul had the brilliant idea
of ice cubes in the oven

to create more steam
for the crust.

But if the ice doesn't work,
perhaps the reverse --

conducting enough heat
through an object --

Have you tried
brushing water on it?

Yes, that's where
we started.

No, I think the ice cubes
will evaporate too quickly.

Perhaps,
but seems worth a try.

Mm.
Well, the flavor's good.

But the texture's
all wrong.

I'm not sure where crust ends
and bread begins.

We are in process.

Well, your process
is in a very chewy phase.

Um, darling, might I see you
in the pantry

for a quick question
about yeast?

Oh.

This is far too stuffy
an environment to store yeast.

I don't want to talk
about yeast.

You charged us
with an endeavor,

and we deserve time
to get it right.

Yes, I understand that,
but this is my name on it

at the end of the day.

I told you
I'd be checking in.

You told us you'd be available
as needed.

And we do not need you
as of yet.

A little trust, maybe?

But you're not storing yeast
in here, right?

Julia.

I'm leaving.

She actually thinks
she can fire us.

As you and Dorothy
are not employees,

that does seem
rather difficult.

Yeah,
that's what she said.

Why do you think
she wanted to fire you?

I have no idea.

Well, maybe Dorothy because
she skipped town

on a week
when we were shooting.

Well, she may have a point.

And you?

Maybe because I'm too squeamish
to handle the sweetbreads.

Which means that she has to do
all the prepping herself,

in addition to everything
else she does, which...

I imagine
is probably a lot.

She may have a point.

She may have a point.

Chew.

It's calming.

Maybe I'm just old and useless.

You're not old.

And no one has ever called
Avis DeVoto useless.

Silly of me to think
I was important enough

to become a problem.

Did I ever tell you
about my boss in the OSS?

Mr. Earp became
utterly convinced

that he could induce
the Japanese to surrender

by playing on their
supposed fear of foxes.

The State Department
actually allowed him

to dip a thousand of the poor
things in phosphorous

and then release them
into the water

in the hope that
they'd swim to shore

and scare the soldiers
out of their foxholes.

Well, who the hell has
a thousand foxes standing by?

Well, the little beasts
all drowned in the Pacific.

Oh.

But he was in charge,
and so we did it.

How many men have set the rules
and the world didn't fall apart?

Men have unbelievable
confidence

when it comes to making
arbitrary decisions.

They feel totally justified
by the mere fact

that it is their desire
for it to be so.

I envy that.

Well, now I get to make
the decisions.

And you're not even
a terrible idea.

The show is about
French cooking,

so I don't believe
Mrs. Child will be amenable

to a Philly cheesesteak episode,

but I will relay the message.

Alright.
Bye now.

Julia.

Interesting
conversation?

Oh, lots of requests
from our sister stations.

I am learning the art
of the polite put-off.

You know who can't be
politely put off?

My dear friend Avis.

I-I don't know what
she told you, Julia,

but professionalizing the show
is an important step.

Professionalizing
sounds an awful lot

like trying to replace
Avis and Dorothy.

But if it makes
your life easier --

But that wasn't your decision
to make, Alice.

Honestly, I think it was
overstepping on your part.

Um...

Wow.

Sorry.

Oh, dear.

No, this isn't
what it looks like.

Well, it looks like
you're trying not to cry.

No, I'm not going to cry.

I think it might be
too late.

No.
No, I have three older brothers.

You do not cry when you have
three older brothers.

Well, your brothers
aren't here.

Well, maybe I'll pretend
that they are here.

Oh, dear.

I think I may have
hurt your feelings.

I really didn't mean
to hurt your feelings.

Seem to be rather good
at that at the moment.

Oh, you know, I think
that I-I am just, um...

oh, confused.

Confused about what?

Uh, my job.

I-I love my job, but it --
it lacks a little bit of...

...definition.

I am told to step up
and then to step back,

to make myself
indispensable,

but then suddenly
I've leapt off a cliff and --

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

This is not
your problem.

I think San Francisco just
gave me some mixed-up ideas.

Why would San Francisco
give you mixed-up ideas?

I sold the show
to San Francisco.

Wait, you did that?

I assumed it was Russ.

You told me to make myself
indispensable, so I did.

But if I've overstepped now,
I apologize.

It won't happen again.

Don't apologize.

I know I can be messy
and impulsive

and seat-of-my-pants,
and that isn't always easy.

But that is
the fact of it.

Avis and Dorothy
made this show happen

when no one but you and I
believed in it,

and I am never
letting them go.

They're family.

I understand.

But you're family, too.

Yeah.

Nah.

Oh.

Oh, you're beautiful.

Oh, we did it!
We did it! We did it!

A toast!

- That's your third toast.
- Yes, it's my third drink.

This one for my darling Paul
and his ingenious breakthrough.

To the asbestos tile.

To the asbestos tile!

Mm!

Honestly, Paul, I don't know how
you come up with these things.

A quick study of thermal
qualities, I guess.

I don't know.

Yes, that asbestos tile was 100%
the brainchild of Paul Child.

Well, I had a very patient
collaborator.

Oh, it's just wonderful
when something works.

Are you getting choked up
over your own grand idea?

Don't be silly.
This shrimp is wonderfully hot.

You should grab a copy

of Joyce Chen's cookbook
before you leave.

It's worth the Peking Duck
recipe alone.

Absolutely.

And you'll appreciate it
all the more now that you're

a cookbook author
yourself.

Ah! One recipe does not
a cookbook author make.

Oh, stop that.

If it were up to me, that recipe
would be 32 pages long.

You achieved culinary poetry.

I couldn't do it.

Food makes me feel
creative.

Mm, mm, mm. Mm!

Not another one, Julia!

- To Judith.
- Mm-hmm.

I can't wait to see the poetry
she makes of brioche.

- Uh-huh.
- Wait.

I'm not doing
the whole chapter.

We'll see.

I demand mint chip.

It's a freezer, dear,
not a Dairy Queen.

Butter pecan for me,
and, um --

Oh, gosh. No.

Ah.

Ohh!

Paul and Judith's boulangerie,
Julia speaking.

Oh, Dort! Hi, Dort.

Why so late?

Dort is Dorothy --
Julia's sister, the youngest.

Taller than Julia,
if you can believe it.

Oh, Dort.

Julia?

Pop died.

His heart gave out.

I'm so sorry.

I'll give you two
some privacy.

Oh, Dort, no.

No, I'll take care
of all of that.

Yes, please
don't worry, pet.

I can call
the funeral home and...

Yes, I don't mind.

Yes, I'll handle it.

He did seem slower.

And I-I didn't think to see him
when we were in San Francisco.

Please don't --
don't do that to yourself.

Well, Pop's the last
of that generation.

I feel a bit
like I built a house

and forgot to include
the roof.

Uh, I'm gonna cancel
the taping tomorrow.

Oh, no, Paul.

People are depending on me.

I should -- I should --

Look at us.

It's 3:00 a.m.

We have got to get
some rest.

Julia.

I love you.

Do you think she's okay?

She looks okay.

Okay, 30 seconds!

Places, please!

Settle in, settle in.

Rolling sound.

Rolling picture.

And we're ready in 5, 4, 3...

Hello, I'm Julia Child.

Today's a special day,

because we're tackling
something particularly French.

They're called sweetbreads, and
they're neither sweet nor bread.

But they are divine.

I have a feeling they may not be
a favorite for many of you,

but they are
a favorite of mine.

And we've come so far
already together,

I'm asking you
to give them a chance.

And you may surprise yourself.

And isn't it nice
to be surprised?

On a personal note,

I'd like to dedicate
this episode to my father.

My father never ate sweetbreads.

He was very picky.

In fact, just the thought of him
eating them makes me smile.

But I am who I am
because of him

and in spite of him.

And so, Pop, this one's for you.

Um, a good show.

Lovely about your father.

But never make
sweetbreads again.

In one week, my wife is going
to recreate your meal,

and I don't want that.

Well, you'll be pleased to know
that next week is tarte tatin.

Apple pie.

Ah! Great.

I won't bore you with numbers
or details,

but the show
is doing very well.

Uh, Scotch?

Uh, sold in four markets,
et cetera, et cetera.

All that means for you
is we'd like to do a season two.

Oh, that's splendid.

Yes, it is.

Glad to hear you're in.

I haven't said I'm in.

Uh -- Mm?

You haven't actually asked me
if I'm in.

I have terms.

We need a couple of breaks
in production

for us to catch our breath
once in a while.

Alright.

And WGBH pays for the food.

Uh, the food
is a significant cost.

Well, I assume these stations
who are buying the show

are doing so with money?

So, that will pay
for the food.

Fine.

Is that all?

No, there's one more thing.

Alice Naman.

Is she a problem?

No, she's a producer.

She should have the title.
Full producer.

Okay, now I'm asking --

Are you in?

To Season Two.

To Season Two.