French Girl

Voilà!

- Gordon? - Mm-hmm?

Why does it smell like burnt toast?

Because I made you breakfast.

Sweetie!

Yeah, check it out!

What is it?

What do you mean, "What is it"? It's clearly eggs Benedict.

Oh, wow! Yeah.

I wanted to do something extra special.

- Yeah, get in there. -Mm!

Mayonnaise?

Yeah, it said hollandaise in the recipe,

but isn't that just French for "mayonnaise"?

Mayonnaise is French for mayonnaise

Oh. What's hollandaise? Hollandaise.

"Hollandaise." - I should have made you cereal. -Stop it!

It did look better - in the picture. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Stop it. Come here.

It's perfect. Happy last day of school.

In a few days, we're gonna be in the Adirondacks,

and we're gonna eat amazing food

and we're gonna drink lots of beautiful wine.

And sex.

- Lots of sex. - You're a miracle.

Why not now?

Where's my bone broth?

Carrots are fucking perfect, girls!

Good morning, Jerry!

Cool shoes!

-Mr. Kinski! - Yeah, buddy. I'm sorry.

Mr. Kinski, thank you for the extension.

You're a lifesaver.

Under the wire, Todd. I knew you had it in you!

- Whoa! There she is! - Hey, Vinny!

Saw that review. So, I guess I won't be able to get a table

no more now that the Times

thinks you're the next Nancy Silverton.

When you have the best heirlooms in town,

you always get a table.

What if you used to work with her?

- Ruby... Hi! -Hello, Sophie.

- It's been a while. - Yeah, wow.

Almost three years.

You look great.

Oh, thank you. My, um, Pretty Woman look.

Oh! How much?

What are you doing - in New York City? -Actually, looking for you.

Oh, boy.

"Doubt thou the stars are fire,

doubt that the sun doth move,

doubt truth to be a liar,

but never doubt I love."Is that Billie Eilish?

Billie Shakespeare. Greatest bard to ever live.

Now, do any of you know why I chose to write much of my work

in what's called iambic pentameter?

No.

It's because it mimics the beating of the human heart.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

What better way to express love... and loss

and the brevity of human life

than the very ticking clock that's in all of our chests?

Excuse me! My lady doth beckon!

Ooh!

Um, discuss only Shakespeare. - Do I have your word? -Definitely not.

It's summer break in, like, an hour.

Mm. Twirl a little?

- Huh? -Oh!

You know what pantaloons do to me.

Well, guess what? I'm gonna bring

this entire outfit on our vacation.

Um...

What? Why are you not saying anything?

Still not saying anything. Please say something.

I've been asked to interview...

for the executive chef position at the Frontenac.

The Frontenac! That's amazing!

That's the new place in Greenpoint, right?

I don't know what they cook. I know It's fusion.

- They fuse something. - No,

it's the Château Frontenac in... in Quebec City.

- Quebec City, Canada. - Yeah.

- A little further north. - They're opening a new restaurant

with this girl I used to work with.

Ruby Collins. Did I mention her?

- No. Not to me. - No?

I was her sous-chef, and now she's this huge deal,

with, like, a Michelin star

and cookbooks and her own show and--

So, you'd be moving home.

Oh, my God, no. It's... it's not an offer.

She's just inviting three chefs to, you know, refine her menu,

and then she'll decide who gets the job.

And when... when's all this happening?

I haven't said yes yet.

I, um, I wanted to talk to you first

because it would get in the way of our trip upstate.

Well, babe, are you kidding me? Of course you have to say yes!

This is everything you've worked for.

I mean, absolutely!

This is-- This sounds like a very big deal.

What if I get it?

Dad! Dad, please be home. I'm in a hurry.

I have 17 minutes before my next class.

My life hangs in the balance, Dad.

I swore I wouldn't leave

until I finished writing chapter five.

Which reminds me, I need you to pick up my gout medication.

Enough with the intercom talk. I'm in a hurry. Buzz me in!

I was this close, Gord. Not to riddle you with guilt...

But you will....but I was right there.

I was on the cusp of figuring out why Mr. Devereux

is suddenly called to the stand by his paramour.

But enough about my shitty book.

- What's your big emergency? - Isn't it a little early for Scotch, Dad?

With your gout also.

Not when you've had writer's block for two months.

Gotta fuel the fire of creativity. Help yourself.

You know, they... they tend to frown on day drinking

when you teach middle school. I want to talk to you...

- about Sophie. -Aw!

- Well, it was never gonna last. - No, we're not breaking up.

When it happens, I'll be here, wasting away on a novel

that won't even make it to an airport kiosk!

Can you listen to me for one second?

She just got offered this huge job interview in Quebec City.

And whether she gets it or not, I realized that she's the one.

I don't wanna be with anyone else ever again.

And... and I'm gonna fly up there with her.

- Flying? - Yeah.

You haven't been on a plane since you were 13.

You remember - how that panic attack went? -I know.

Luckily for the passengers,

my little arms weren't strong enough

to get the emergency hatch out.

But... ...I'm gonna do it.

And that leaves me to the real reason I'm here...

Mom's ring.

- My God! - Yeah.

My son is a genius!

- How so? - Marrying Sophie to get Canadian citizenship.

- It's brilliant! - No, Dad, I--

It's gotta be a formality to get your old man a passport.

This country has been in a goddamn free fall

since Vietnam! We gotta get up there

- and beat the rush. - It's not an immigration ploy. She's my soulmate!

Say it just like that to the people at the border.

- Dad, where is the ring? - The ring. The...

Yes, of course. The ring.

Mr. Devereux left it in Daphne's carriage!

That's how she knew!

That's how I end this godforsaken chapter!

I'm gonna go check your bedroom.

I'm so excited to see you!

I know, Mom.

He's so excited to meet everyone.

Did you tell him about Ruby?

Yeah, I told him about Ruby.

How did he take it?

Well, not the whole story, but...

You have to tell him!

Listen, Mom, I have to go. Can you just tell Dad--

Listen to me!

No, you listen!

Tell him we're landing at 4:00.

I will, but promise you'll tell him.

- I love you. Kisses. - I love you too!

Shit.

Check out this bling. What?

I know. It belonged to my great-grandmother,

Gertrude. She came all the way from Ireland aboard the Titanic.

Isn't that crazy? Against all odds, it survived,

even though she was down in third class,

river dancing with Leo. Isn't she nice?

Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

Okay. Who's got eyes on it?