The Hundred-Foot Journey

Side, side, side!

Hassan! Stay with me.

Oh, bhaiya.

Oh, ma!

Hassan!

Come on!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I will take the whole lot!

I will take the whole lot!

Wait, stand back. Stand back, now.

We got here first. It is mine. No.

No, one minute, bhaiya, please!

Listen.

You stand back. Stand back.

Stand back. No, no. No.

Your name?

Hassan Iqbal Kadam.

Date of birth?

July 5th, 1990.

Place of birth?

I was born in Mumbai, India.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Sold!

To the boy who knows.

Your occupation?

I'm a cook.

You mean kitchen porter?

No, cook.

My family has run restaurants

in India for many years.

My great-grandfather

fed soldiers during the time

of the British Raj.

But now we have come

to try our luck in Europe.

Me and my family.

And you're planning

to stay in Europe

as a cook?

Oh, yes.

You have qualifications?

Yes.

My mother taught me.

But no proof on paper?

Only grease-proof paper.

Samosa.

No, thank you.

My school

was our family restaurant

in Mumbai...

No more playing, okay?

Come on, bedtime. Chalo.

Hello!

Good night, Mama!

...and my mother

was my instructor.

The sea urchins taste of life,

- don't you think?

- Mmm.

Life has its own flavor.

Hidden in that shell, raw, beautiful life.

It was an education

for all of the senses.

But to cook,

you must kill.

You make ghosts.

You cook to make ghosts.

Spirits that live on in every ingredient.

But mostly, I was taught

...how to taste.

Can you taste them?

One night

my schooling ended.

Very good.

Hi. Congratulations on the election,

Minister.

Mansu r! Mansu r!

Get out.

Hey, what?

- Huh?

- Grab the kids!

There was an election

of some kind,

and there was a winner...

- Arrey, Hassan...

- ... and there was a loser.

Hassan! We are being attacked!

- Get out, Hassan! Quick!

- We are being attacked!

Oh, my God.

Papa! Come on, Papa, we have to go!

Get out, Hassan!

Come on! Come on!

M u khta r, M u khta r!

- Mama...

- We lost everything.

Akhiya!

- Papa!

- Akhiya!

Mama!

Akhiya!

- Mama!

- Mama!

Everything.

After my mother was killed,

Papa decided to bring

the family to London.

I attempted to continue

my education on my own.

We found a home

quite near to Heathrow.

Yes, we are the Kadam family.

When we fled from Mumbai,

we were given asylum in London.

Uh, we were there for one year.

And, uh, it's too cold,

so we decided to open

a restaurant in Europe.

Where in Europe?

Somewhere in Europe.

Well, Mahira,

we just need to establish that you're not

being taken to Europe

for an arranged marriage.

Trust me,

nothing in this family is arranged.

And why exactly are you

leaving London?

I found in England that

the vegetables, they had no...

Had no soul. No life.

You see?

All right.

Maybe we'll find it here.

Maybe.

Please, stop complaining.

Arrey...

Try one each and give marks out of ten.

- Can I have that one?

- No salt.

Very big.

Lovely.

- Mmm.

- It's an eight.

Trust me,

I learned this in school.

They are not the same country.

- Papa, my ears buzz.

- Aisha, look.

Well, that's a good idea.

Then, uh, Switzerland can be starter

and France can be main course.

Then what is our dessert?

Good question.

- Papa!

- Papa, Papa, slow down!

I can't.

- Papa, slow down!

- I can't!

- Slow down, Papa!

- I can't!

My foot is to the floor!

You need to go slower, Papa!

Arrey, do something!

The brakes have failed!

Look! It's a tractor!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Everyone okay?

Mukhtar? Aisha?

I'm okay.

I'm no mechanic, but I think

it's something to do with brakes.

Let's get out.

Come on.

- Come.

Come on.

Papa, come on!

I'm alive!

Are you all right?

I can't do this anymore, Papa.

What are you trying to do? Kill us all?

We've been driving for days

in this piece of junk.

Enough of this crazy wandering.

You know what?

We were happier living under

the flight path at Heathrow.

At least we had a bloody home!

Wherever the family is, that is the home.

Oh, really?

And where is the family right now,

Papa? Huh?

Answer me.

Where is the family right now?

France.

France. France!

Exactly.

Papa, in case you didn't realize it,

the French don't even eat Indian food.

They have food of their own.

It is famous all over the world.

This is the end of the road.

Hassan, talk to your father, huh?

Papa...

Oh.

There must be someone down there

who can fix the brakes.

- What did Mama say?

- Huh?

I know you talk to her.

What did she say to you?

She said, "Find a good mechanic

"and go on with your search. "

Mmm.

- Bonjour.

- I like her car.

Uh... No.

Uh...

- Oui?

- Uh...

Brakes.

Do you speak English?

- Do you?

- Yes.

- Okay, good.

- I'm Marguerite.

Hassan.

- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you. Um...

- Bonjour.

- Bonjour.

- My father.

- Okay.

Do you have, uh, any rope? Or...

Yes. Yes, I do, in the trunk there.

Papa?

Papa?

Push, everybody! Chalo!

Slow down, guys!

Slow down.

Guys, slow down!

Okay, to the right a little.

You can just park it here.

It's okay.

We're very grateful

for your hospitality.

No, it's m leasure. Y Do

you want some more tea?

Thank you.

That would be nice.

Bless you.

You have lots of antiques.

Some more tea?

Thank you.

All right, so the mechanic says

that he has to send out for parts

and the van won't be ready

until tomorrow.

So where do we sleep?

Here, in St. Antonio.

I found a guest house,

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