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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.