All language subtitles for Julia.2022.S02E02.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

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.

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 ax.

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.

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.

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.

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 Jones.

What now?

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.

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!

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.

Russ Morash.

Russ Morash. All right.

No.

Binky. Boochy.

Hello.

This is Russ Morash,
and welcome to "Focus."

Now, our subject this week:

Vietnam.

Our guiding principle:
we inform.

You decide.

It's like you reach
through the camera lens

and grab my heart.

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.

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.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm needed in the kitchen.

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."

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.
- Thank you.

Bon appétit.

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.

Counting the minutes.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Pardon.

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.

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!

- More?
- No, no, no, merci.

I see what you're doing.

Weaseling your way
into people's heart.

Pinkie 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.

Oh!

He's here.

- 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.

Enchantée, madame.

Your other guest arrived
before you.

My other guest?

I thought
you'd never get here.

Sam.

Why are you always sadder
to leave me

than excited to see me?

You must grow on me
over time.

We met at a beach on--

in Antibes.

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?

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.

Shoo!

Did you take my tarragon?

I did not take your tarragon.

I have my own tarragon.

- 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.

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?

- Hmm?
- Répète.

The leeks are mine, the lamb,
the haricots 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.

Hmm.

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.

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.

Oh. Excuse me.

Oh, I could use a Tums.

Cannonball!

Wow.

He makes quite a splash.

Doesn't he?

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.

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.

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 the table.

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.

Madame...

Jones.

Judith Jones.

I'm, uh, Simca's editor.

The editor of "Mastering."

Interpreter
of Sartre and Camus.

Simca warned me about you.

Well, that was a long time ago.

We are both in thrall
of words, it seems.

And yet speechless.

Hi, if you're going to bring
your drinks on set,

please consider
using a coaster.

I know you want
to see the sink.

Everybody wants
to see the sink.

Can you blame me?

Can I, please? Yeah?

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."

I hear it's very romantic.

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.

Uh, thank you.

Uh, thank you all
for being here with me tonight

to celebrate my 70 years.

How is that even possible?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Uh, what a joker.

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.

Good.

I've always said if you want
to get to know a person,

take them out to dinner
and watch them eat.

You can't devour life
and nibble at food.

- No.
- Who's nibbling?

More lamb.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hear, hear.

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.

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.

That chicken, James.

Fantastic. Just superb.

Hear, hear.
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.

- Santé.
- Thank you, my love.

Mmm.

And to think, when I met you,
you didn't know how to cook.

No.

Oh, bullshit.

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.

Well, if we were gonna be
in a relationship,

she needed to know
how to feed and fuck.

Well, the fucking
took less time to get

a handle on than the feeding.

Yes. She was a quick study.

And flatter.

To feed, fuck, and flatter.

No, no, no.
I never mentioned flattery.

Oh, no. I intuited it.

Whoa.

Well, Jimmy's chicken is better
than any fuck I've ever had.

It--it was a good chicken.

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.

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.

Hear, hear.

Oh.

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.

Is that a save the date?

Oh, James, who cares?

I mean--I mean,
who cares about the food,

as long as we all get to eat?

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.

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.

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.

If you'll excuse me.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

- It is getting late.
- Oh.

This is perfect.

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.

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 daresay
I'm gonna take her up on it.

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.

This is very--

We're making up
for lost time.

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.

I was at my mother's.

Yes, of course.
That would be--

And I didn't want to assume,
you know--

I appreciate you
being unprepared.

Next time.

- Yeah. Next time.
- Mm.

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.

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.

Outside the spotlight.

This is not right.

You are
the incomparable Judith.

I will fix it.

I'll write a song about you.

No one writes
a song about an editor.

And nothing rhymes
with Judith, Jacques.

Don't waste your time.

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

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.

Oh, I love you more.

Oh, that's impossible.

I love you more.

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.

Oh.

I took this shot
when we first arrived.

It's delightful.

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 round.

I--oh, I don't--

Uh, if you'll excuse me.

He's a silly little boy.

Oh.

Tell me a story.

You always tell
the most marvelous stories.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You know, I could--
life you've led,

I could just listen to you
forever.

Hmm.

Did I ever tell you
about the little taverna

I opened on Nantucket?

No. Tell me.

I want to hear it too.

Oh.

No. You wouldn't understand.

You're too young.

Are you ready to go up?

Me? No.

I'm not going up.

You go.

- Bonsoir, madame.
- Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir, Yvette.

Oh.

That was a meal
for the history books.

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.

I 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.

Oh, Julia, wait.

Julia, I didn't mean--

But you did.

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.

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.

Oh.

Thank you.

I can't.

But boy, oh, boy,
did I have fun tonight.

You all right?

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.

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.

Oh, that's nice.

And how was
the rest of your night?

Anything interesting happen?

No.

Nothing at all.

Non.

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.

Thank you.

Good night.

See you in the morning.

Okay.

Well, I suppose
that's French aristocrat

for "I'm sorry."

Love is complicated.

What a day.

Mon Dieu.

What a night.