The Hundred-Foot Journey Page #5

Sorry, madam.

Welcome to our humble abode,

Madame,

and thank you for barging in.

I knocked,

but you couldn't hear me,

because the music was so loud.

Ah.

I, um, just came to see

how things are coming along.

Well, we are doing pretty well.

Mmm. What is this?

It is an oven.

Oven? It's not a drum? To play?

No. Tandoor oven for chicken tikka.

Sometimes small children.

Joking.

Plastic.

Hmm.

Did you get my invitation

to our opening night on Saturday?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

But Saturdays we are very, very busy.

Oh, I see.

Um, but could I look at a menu?

Yes. Of course.

Uh...

Relax, Papa. Right.

This is our menu.

The specials,

they will change from day to day.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Well, curry is curry, is it not?

Obviously you've never

eaten Indian food,

especially cooked by my son.

Yes, I understand you people

like to keep everything in the family.

Well, if your food is anything like

your music, I suggest you turn it down.

Bonne chance!

18 hours until we open the gates.

You might need this.

I thought this was lost in the fire.

Mama wants you to have it.

It's your day.

- Ah! Crayfish.

- Bonjour, monsieur.

Ah, bonjour.

Huh? What did he say?

The crayfish are sold, he said.

All of it?

Completely?

We will pay you... We will pay you more.

There's not another box?

All right. Uh...

Two kilo...

Sh*t. Two kilo, uh, the saumon.

- Sold?

- Salmon, too, are sold.

I don't understand.

All the cepes are sold.

Madame Mallory purchased

all the mushrooms.

He's sorry.

I showed her the menu because I

thought she wanted to come for dinner.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I didn't know she was going to do this.

I knew it was a mistake.

We can go to another town here.

Where's the bloody time?

War.

War it is.

Mansur, get the ice!

Did you break down?

- Mansur, get the ice!

- I'm coming!

What took you so long?

We had to drive 50 kilometers

to get fish.

Here.

What happened to the market?

Chalo, quickly, let's go.

So what happened to the market?

Madame Mallory

happened to the market.

- Huh?

- Mansur?

- Yeah?

- Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

everything's good.

Don't burn it, right?

Here you go.

Mukhtar,

please give me the spice.

I'll get it.

Crush them nicely, huh?

Boning knife.

- Mukhtar...

- What is the time?

You don't want to know.

Hassan,

now we won't have enough time

to cook the mutton properly.

We should just

take it off the menu, yeah?

No.

Rest it in a little red wine,

and add crushed cardamom.

Wine? We don't use wine.

This is an emergency, Mansur.

Wine will flavor the meat.

When in Rome.

Yeah, well, we're not in Rome, are we?

Mansur, to survive here,

we're going to need to adapt.

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