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Oh, I believe we've arrived.

Oh, Paris.

Oh.

Oh, and it feels just the same.

It's been waiting for us.

I told Jean
I prefer never to look back,

but that's not entirely true,

not when the past
looks like this.

I was an embryo here,
just getting started.

But you have a legacy, Paul.

You left a mark.

Two days.

Just the two of us.

- Hmm?
- Go on and check us in.

I'll, uh--
I'll handle this scoundrel.

- Don't hurt him too much.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Bonjour.
- Oh, bonjour.

Julia.

- Julia!
- Avis!

Oh.
They told me

your train from Nice
had a slight delay.

But you're right on schedule.

Yes, we made up time.

What are you doing here?

- You invited me.
- I did?

Yes.

You wrote, "You must
come to France."

So I did.

Well, that's just
a thing people say.

I've made friends
with the front desk clerk.

He's a lovely guy.

Long story short,
we have adjoining rooms.

Oh.

You all right, Paul?

Oh, I'm great.

I've really missed this.

Can you believe it?

Paris.

I'm going to be a flaneur again
for two straight days.

You?

No flaneusing for me, alas.

I wish.

I have an Alp's worth
of work in my briefcase.

I'm allowing myself
one lunch

with an old pal I used to edit.

Anyone I know?

- Ooh.
- Hmm.

I'm just getting
some fresh air, mon chéri.

Save some for me.

Oh, I thought
you'd never come.

- Champagne?
- Oh, darling.

You shouldn't have.

To gay Paris.

To gay Paris.

Mm.

Let's really go to town,
as they say.

Indulge.

Forget our troubles.

Come on, get happy.

The thing is, Avis--

- Julie!
- Paul--

be back in a flash.

Oh.

Where should we go first?

Jeu de Paume?
L'Orangerie?

No museums.

No museums?

No.
I think I'd rather be

a tourist of our past
this time.

Poet.

So much has changed.

Even in these last few months
with Simca,

I sometimes feel like
I'm losing track of who I am.

Hmm.

Maybe if we went back
to where it all started--

to Le Cordon Bleu.

I see it.

I may even have
some surprises up my sleeve.

- And down my pants.
- Ha!

I'll call to tell them.
Then we can be on our way.

You hold that thought,
Paulski.

You've made me all
hot and bothered.

I may just need
to air out the merchandise.

You were saying?

Cigarette?

Oh, I shouldn't.

Well, just a puff
for old times' sake.

- Were you smoking?
- No.

You know I don't smoke alone.

Or--or drink alone.

Yet.

No, it's
just the aroma of Paris.

I'm running away.

How fabulous.

From what?

I know we're running away,
but so what?

Let's embrace
our final weekend in the past,

before we are thrust
back into the hustle

and bustle of the present.

None of that
until the plane lands.

- Okay, kitten?
- Hmm?

It's a little warm
for hot chocolate.

But oh, shit, it's legendary.

And it's not like I'm coming
back when the weather turns.

The thing is, Avis,
dear, Paul has--oh.

Don't be alarmed, Julia,
but there's a tiny woman

on the next balcony

who bears
a striking resemblance

to a lush we sometimes
entertain in Cambridge.

You don't say.

Well, the jig is up.

The thing is, Avis, dear,

Paul is planning a
rather remarkable romantic trip

down Memory Lane
for us this weekend.

Well, why
didn't you just say so?

Well, because you came
all this way

based on my rhetorical
invitation.

I am perfectly capable

of entertaining myself
in Paris.

And you don't mind?

Mind?
I insist.

Just not too romantic.

We share a wall.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, no need.
No need.

You're here for the big news.

Now, gentlemen, as we all know,

things can't continue
the way they've been going.

As much as I hem and haw

about fresh ideas
and new content,

I need to put my money
where my mouth is.

I've made
the difficult decision

to cancel "I've Been Reading."

This is their doing.

Hunter, I know
his audience is limited,

but as a non-reader,

I have learned
so much from "Reading."

The show, not actually reading.

Don't succumb
to a female agenda.

I appreciate that, uh, Roman,

but this has nothing to do
with those ladies.

I'd save it if I could.

I've racked my head
against the wall

trying to figure out how.

If I may?

I--I just think you need
to try some noisier guests.

Controversial.

Provocative.

Dangerous, even.

Like who?

Off the top of my head,
I don't know--

Helen Gurley Brown,
"Sex and the Single Girl."

See if he can step up
to the times.

Albert and
"Sex and the Single Girl"?

I, for one, have never
been a sexual single girl.

I've barely been
a sexual married man.

I can't speak to the content.

Alice?

Hmm?
What?

You're single, right?

What--what do you mean?

Is sex interesting to you?

I gotta pee.

Lovely.

Um, doesn't exactly
instill confidence.

Oh! Jeez.

- Oh.
- Oh, sorry.

That's all right.
It's all right.

Sorry.
Oh, hey, Russ.

Um, seeing as Hunter
sort of wants new ideas from us

yesterday, I was wondering

if you could spare
a few minutes

to spitball with me.

Spitball?
I love the TV lingo, pal.

Did Elaine teach you that?

But no can do.

I've got an anti-war movement
to spotlight.

I'm actually meeting
some members

of the Socialist Party
of America.

Socialism.
Radical.

Day one of pilot filming.

The great work begins.

Well, good luck.

Are you okay?

Me?
Why do you--why do you ask?

You're looking
a little sweaty.

Are you feeling all right?

- Oh.
- Oh.

No, no, no.
Let me try that again.

Marian tells me women
don't appreciate

those kinds of observations.

She definitely doesn't.

Ixnay on the weatsay.

More like a glow.

A misty glow.

You're glowing, Alice.

Julia?

Oh, Monsieur Bugnard.

Monsieur Bugnard.

But it's true.

It's all meaningless.

You can't stop, Jean-Paul.

You can't stop writing.

Why?
What's the point?

I understand that
just like any writer,

I'm doomed to tell
the same story

until the day I die.

But having that knowledge?

It just makes it, uh,
not only futile, but petty.

Okay.

You're bringing me down, JP.

I have one day in Paris.

I wanna be inspired,
rekindled, awed.

Try Camus.

Maybe he's in town.

How can you be so flip?

This is your life's work.

And for whatever it's worth,
this is my life's work, too.

And you telling me
my life is meaningless

is, frankly, pissing me off.

Well, I'm sorry
it's pissing you off,

but that does not make it
less true.

Open your eyes.

All that survives is crap.

The Bible--garbage.

It does not even hold up
dramaturgically.

Shakespeare--incomprehensible,
sentimental tripe.

Enough.

Another word on the subject,
and I'm leaving.

I didn't come all the way here
to get a lecture.

Maybe Bugs Bunny--
he has insight.

Apart from that,
I'm drawing a blank.

A Mel Blanc.

This place has a really nice
junior high school vibe.

I hadn't thought of myself
as having cooties in 20 years.

Julia talks about
a confederacy of women,

although I'm pretty sure
she meant a sisterhood

and not a traitorous army.

Well, whatever she meant,
we really need her back.

I mean, we need reinforcements.

I have an idea for a show.

For our female audience--

Julia's audience--
as per Hunter's instructions.

This is why I said yes when
you asked me to take this job.

Okay.

Maybe we should take
our brainstorming session

someplace else.

Dinner tomorrow night?

Yes. You're on.

I know a mediocre diner
I can afford on my GBH salary.

Breakfast all day.

Oh. How are the eggs?

Greasy and great.

I'm so sorry.

Will you excuse me
for a minute?

No.

No.
You are not pregnant.

Editing my translations,

you always had such confidence

in how they would be received
in English.

You and Camus.

I was still a kid, practically.

Playing masterpiece sandbox,
immersing myself,

working like a dog
with you two nutcases.

I don't know where I found
the confidence.

I remember you were having
an affair

with that fat, boring,
married American.

That fat, boring, married
American is now my husband.

Ah.

Americans.

They can make anything Puritan,
even their affairs.

So devoted
to their mistakes.

You know what?

I think I'm done.

Fancy seeing you here.

Likewise.

Oh, you have a little
hot chocolate mustache.

So do you.

Avis DeVoto,
Jean-Paul Sartre.

Oh.

Enchanté, madame.

Hello.

I actually have to get
back to the hotel.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm desperately behind
with work.

I was hoping our time together
would inspire me

to dive in with newfound vigor.

Oh, well.

I'm waiting
for the next piece, JP.

I do not accept this extension
of your philosophy.

If nothing else, write it down.

Well, uh, it was nice
meeting you.

Oh, don't leave me all alone.

I'll kill myself.

I'm so fucking depressed.

Me too.

He wanted to come in.

Why did you not let him?

To take off your clothes
with another person

is one of life's
only real pleasures,

even if you're as old
and saggy as we are.

It's a butterflies problem.

I don't have them.

With Bernard, my husband,
I always had them.

But he is dead, no?

Yes.

I don't understand.

Stanley is not a replacement
for your husband,

but for loneliness.

Hmm.
Maybe.

It's funny.
You're upset

because Stanley
gives you too much attention.

Try getting too little.

When I come home,
will Simone be there?

I'm guessing no?

I probably won't see her
until morning,

if I'm lucky.

But that's l'amour.

There is always one
who loves the other more.

It's never equal.

My marriage was equal.

I guess you achieved what
Romeo and Juliet could not.

I guess so.

What happened
when your husband took a lover?

He never took a lover.

Well, what about
when you took a lover?

I never took a lover.

C'est impossible.

Aren't they all marvelous,
Julia?

Oh, they are.

Only at Le Cordon Bleu.

Oui.

Oh!

Bon soir.

Bon soir, madame.

I hope you had a pleasant day.

You've obviously never spent
an afternoon

with an existentialist.

Oh.

You have a number of messages.

Oh, look at me.

How popular am I?

They're all coming
from the same person.

Someone named Blanche.

Read them to me.
I can't bear it.

All right.

"I need an update on
the Sylvia Plath estate now!"

There is an exclamation point.

"Where are you?

I thought you were
coming home today."

"I call you at your hotel.

Where are you?"

"People don't answer
their phone in Paris, huh?"

"Your assistant knows nothing."

"I fire your assistant!"

Exclamation point again.

And--

I'll be working in my room
this evening, and ordering in.

- No calls.
- Bien.

Merci.

Staring
at Simone's apartment,

waiting for her or her lover
to emerge post-coital,

doesn't seem to me to be
the best use of time, JP,

even if life is meaningless.

I never said life
is meaningless.

You don't understand
existentialism.

No, I probably don't.

Shoot me.

But didn't you write
"hell is other people"?

Oh, you saw "No Exit"?

No, I read that line
in a magazine.

Then why all these extra people
in your life?

Why this endless parade
of lovers

that drive you crazy
with jealousy?

That seems inconsistent.

You think
I should be consistent?

You are Jean-Paul Sartre.

Is every psychiatrist sane?

Oh, well, you make a point.

Is every priest a saint?

Now you're gloating.

You expect me to live
by my own philosophy

every single second?

This from a woman who believes

that a chance meeting
with a man at the age of 18

was ordained by the universe

as her only shot at happiness?

It made me happy
for a long time.

Isn't that good enough
for a working philosophy?

You should write a book.

So what's the plan?

We wait all night,
if necessary.

- Okay.
- What else?

I know you didn't come
to Paris for me to cook a fish.

No.

It was a very nice fish.

You're looking at me
like it's 1948,

on our first night in France,
and I'm only 36 years old.

No.

I'm looking at you
like it's today,

and I've never changed
how I felt since then.

I've watched
every episode three times,

and I think it's fascinating

how much the show has evolved
in just one season.

And I noticed that things that
were mistakes in episode one,

by episode four,

they were incorporated
into the rhythm of the show.

No, at first Julia's mistakes
gave me angina.

But I figured out
pretty quickly

that the flaws were
the show's greatest strength.

Never cut.

Never start over.

You'll miss something
distinctly Julia.

Over here, it's just
a limitation of our setup.

When you're shooting her moving
from the oven to the counter,

it's very tough to get around
on her on camera three,

so I just come very close
with camera two,

and she knows by now
to cheat to camera.

She's completely instinctive.

Stick close by, Russ.
I'm gonna need you.

As I told Julia,
I'm just down the hall.

May I ask, why did you leave
in the first place?

Because today I got to do
the work

I've been dreaming about
my whole life.

♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind, but now ♪

♪ I see ♪

Amen.

The altar is now open
for anyone to receive Jesus.

Dear God, long time no see.

Um, I guess you know
how desperate I am

just by me being here.

But I'm willing to try
anything at this point.

Please, please, I beg of you--

You didn't call me back
last night.

Too busy for your mama,
but you have time for this?

I'm dubious, to say the least.

Are you actually mad
that I'm praying?

Mad?
Not mad.

More confused.

Suspicious.
What did you do?

What trouble
did you get yourself into?

I--I needed inspiration
for a new show.

I thought he could help.

That is a waste of his time.

Can we discuss this later?

I'll see you
in the lobby,

at which point we'll discuss
proper kneeling attire.

Mother!

I have missed this place.

Oh!

- Mmm.
- Ooh, la, la.

Oh, fantastic.

Oh! Oh!

A toast to us.

They were just shellfish!

I wish you could have seen her.

Le Cordon Bleu,
the great Bugnard,

all in service of her vision.

Well, Bocuse's vision.

But still, the fish
was lighter than a feather,

which I cannot
say for this duck.

It's marvelous.

We haven't indulged like this
since you two left.

Has it been that dreary?

The man who replaced you,
George Drummond--

a nincompoop.

Oh, now, I liked George.

He was a plodder,
playing checkers to your chess.

Oh, I do miss
the challenge of it.

And he did not
understand French.

- Oh.
- Well,

I always prided myself on that.

- Wow.
- Mmm.

They were, I think it is fair
to say, anni mirabiles.

Oh, tout a fait.

The Marshall Plan.

All across Europe, would there
be democracy without it?

No.

Here in Paris,
the work we did

with the Joint
Distribution Committee

for the Jews
resettling in France--

returning their homes,
their businesses,

their possessions, the things
they left behind in exile.

I remember them all,
every face.

The Rosenthals,

the Wiets,
the Blochs,

the Levis,
the Steiners.

They became friends of ours--
uh, some of them.

We gave them back their lives.

Huh.

And what does that mean?

You know France
less well than you think.

- Annette.
- No.

What's the point of this?

It means we do not
change the world,

only who does the hurting.

Leave it
as you remember, Paul.

What does it matter?

It matters.

It was his life's work.

Florent?

Turns out, we--

we didn't do half the things
we thought we did.

No, you did them.

It just didn't change anything.

France doesn't change.

Paul Child
or George Drummond, so what?

We are who we are who we are.

You are so comfortable
in your skin.

Not always.

But always when I move.

Life is
full of amazing things.

They are not all the same.

You should be open
to all of them.

You couldn't sleep?

No.

Well, we had a lot to drink.

All four of us.

We know what we did.

I know what you did.

The Rosenthals, for one.

I know what we did for them.

That Rembrandt.

You know, Rosa was
the one with the eye.

Yeah, but he was the one
with the money.

It's been such
a wonderful trip

in every other way.

And we still have eight hours
until the plane takes off.

Let's find them.

I miss them now.

Ugh!

Evan Jones, please.

The United States.

That's Beekman 64541.

Evan.

No, I'm fine.

I missed my flight.

Is that okay?

Oh!
Ow.

What?

Huh?

Ow.
Oh.

This isn't dangerous, Russ?

They're
peaceful protests, Marian.

And I'm just filming them.

Yes, but socialists.

Against the war,
not the government.

And this is
the United States of America.

You're allowed to say
what you think.

Okay.

They marched
to the statehouse yesterday,

and I filmed it all.

Some students, mostly.
Some retirees.

Oh, I even interviewed
a housewife like you.

How open-minded.

Television is
the key, Marian.

I can connect people
all across the country.

Instead of 100 small protests,

now they're part of a movement.

Oh.

Oh.
No, no, no.

That's right.

Make noise.

Make noise, little Vicky.

Your daddy's gonna change
the world.

After that, maybe
a few diapers.

You bet.

This is something
you two cooked up?

Look, if I had wanted
to expand my repertoire

to include the subgenre

of lightly pornographic
self-help literature,

I would have let you know.

I'm sorry, Albert,
but the author

of "Birdwatching:
An Ornithological Diary

in 30 Species" had to cancel.

Let me guess.
Bad clams again?

Well, last time it was--
it was Updike.

And that worked out well.

Surely even you
and Ms. Levitch

can see the difference
between John Updike

and--and Helen Gurley Brown.

Oh, that can't be
her real name.

Albert, as a new
and now die-hard fan

of the show myself,
I'm just trying

to entice a new audience.

Well, what will it be
next, Levitch?

I strip to my skivvies
and juggle?

How am I gonna get
that visual out of my head?

Now, uh, what I found tit--
titillating about your book--

Why Albert, you pussycat.

What did you find titillating?

Uh, your focus
on financial independence.

I hadn't thought
of it that way.

That's--
well, that's not so terrible.

Rather big of you to say.

Big of me?

Very big.

Financial independence
and sexual freedom

are inextricably intertwined.

I was 37 when I got married,

but you don't honestly believe

I was a virgin at 37?

I guess I don't.

So isn't that
the truth of it?

Well, young lady,
you know what they say.

Good girls go to heaven.

True.
But bad girls go everywhere.

From the age of 20--
what the hell, 19--

I explored my options sexually

until I met the right partner.

I had my fill
of all shapes and sizes.

Good God.

Having my own income allowed

for some adventurous
discernment.

The gift of time.

Did your wife have a chance

to explore
her options sexually?

Well--

I bet she did.

She just didn't tell you.

Now, it's not
your fault, professor.

It's societal.

And that's what my book,
and now the movie,

are here to dismantle.

You know, in my day,

we read books
like "Anna Karenina"

and "The Scarlet Letter,"

and women were punished
for their sexuality.

Your day has passed, old man.

I have to pee.

This was one of my favorite
apartments in all of Paris,

and my very favorite couple.

Yes.

Bonjour.

Uh, bonjour, mademoiselle.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Hmm.

Merci.

In the long dark tunnel
of night

that is human existence,

last night was a revelation.

You mean you had a good time.

I'll still never put
pen to paper again.

That's useless folly.

But from now on, I shall dance
whenever I can.

When I got home, Simone
was so worried and jealous.

Who stays out
till 3:00 a.m. at my age?

We never went to sleep at all.

Oh.
Well, glad I could help.

Simone wants to meet you.

This woman who can bring
people back from the dead.

Will you join us?

For lunch, dinner?

Oh...
there can be dinner too.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh, really, JP.

I'm seeing someone.

I still know my way
around the Paris bureaucracy

as well as any man.

An address for the Rosenthals.

You okay, Jule?

It's from Chef Bugnard.

Oh.

"I was so happy
to see you today, Julia,

"all these years later.

"Teaching you was one
of the great joys of my life,

"and now you are
my teacher, too.

"But I will be happy
to miss you,

"because your work
is in America now.

"Do not be afraid of the new.

"It does not erase the past,
only build on it.

"Show the world how to cook,

"daughter of Escoffier,

"madame ambassadress,

my shining student."

Hello?

Oh, Mom.

What--what are you doing
with those?

Did you stop
ironing your sheets?

I never ironed
my sheets, Mom.

You know they actually last
longer if you care for them?

Did you pop over here
just to tell me that?

No, I came to talk to you.

The sheets called out to me
from the other room.

I will try to find some time
this weekend.

Unless you're in church
again, I suppose.

It's possible.

Alice.

Alice.

Even if you have no one else
to talk to, you always have me.

And I answer quicker than God.

Can I help you with anything?

No.

No.
I'm just blocked at work.

Well, her fangs were out.

What can I say?

We should never book
New Yorkers.

Is that right?

You know, I admit
I didn't properly prepare

the way I like to.

But have you read it, Hunter?

"Sex and the Single Girl"?

It's trash.

I don't know how to help trash.

But don't you realize,
Albert?

She was there to help you.

How do you mean?

Do you want me
to spell it out for you?

I understand
that times are changing.

I do.

I mean, it's happening
at the college, too.

I recently added Willa Cather
to my syllabus, and a Bronte.

Well, that's terrific.

I'm sure your students
will appreciate it,

especially those
of the fairer sex.

It meant losing "Moby-Dick."

You can't add
without subtracting.

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

Albert, this is not easy.

I've actually had
stomach issues for days

just figuring out
how to say this to you.

It's not gonna work, Albert.

Okay.
Invite her back.

I'll do better.

I'll do better this time,
I promise.

You can finish out
the season,

and we'll give you
a proper sendoff.

You've been a vital part
of WGBH since the beginning,

and for that,
I'll always be grateful.

Oh.

I see.

Well, then.

Thank you, Hunter.

I hope someone treats you
with the same grace

when your time comes.

And it's coming.

Oh, my God,
I almost feel bad.

Don't.
She wiped the floor with him.

He was a mop.

He was a wet, wet mop.

You know, her sexual politics
are an A-plus,

but her food politics--

I don't know
if you read the book.

They're just the worst.

If she saw two women
eating dessert

with nary a man present,

we'd be thrown into girl jail.

And it's all
a little grandiose.

And true, she talks
about sexual freedom,

and quite frankly at that,

but without any real
nuts-and-bolts information

about how
to take care of yourself

within that freedom.

You mean orgasms?

I mean pregnancy.

Okay.
I had a night.

A--a great night.

A really great night.

Sounds like a great night.

It was, but now I am afraid

that it's going to cost me
the rest of my life.

I'm nauseous, I have
this weird pain in my side,

and I have to pee all the time.

When did you have your night?

It was four days ago.

No, you're not pregnant.

And the odds
of getting pregnant

from having sex one time
are super low.

It was three times.

You're still not pregnant,

and if you were,
you wouldn't know,

not yet.

Can I ask you
an intimate question?

I mean, you can ask.

After all those times,
did you pee?

No.

But we spooned.

You should have peed.

It's, uh, sort of a rule,
my dear.

A rule?

To prevent you
from getting a UTI.

You have a UTI.

Oh, uh--

A urinary tract infection.

Oh.

Oh, how wonderful!

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

So we need to get you
on some antibiotics,

and then, if you want
to have sex a fourth time...

Yes, I do.

You need to get
on contraception.

And I will help you.

Well, you are amazing.

You should write a book.

Maybe I should.

My parents would plotz.

Or better yet, make a show.

Women talking to women
about things

no one else talks about
on television.

Is this what you
wanted to spitball about?

Mm-hmm.

Cool.

To Julia.

For bringing us together.

To Julia.

I didn't know
my aunt and uncle well.

Well, they were
wonderful people.

And so charming.

And they had us over one night
for Friday night dinner.

And I discovered challah bread,

and nothing's been
the same since.

Are they no longer in Paris?

They tried.

That's probably
when you knew them.

But it was very hard

for many Jewish people
after the war.

Guilt made the anti-Semitism
worse, not better.

After all, Paris stands
because she gave up her Jews.

We were made to feel
like thieves in our own homes.

Neighbors would stare.

Worse than stare.

It was too much
for my aunt and uncle.

They sold the flat
and moved to Israel.

- Oh.
- Gosh.

Yes.

I'm sorry
for taking up your time

and dredging all this up.

No, no, no.

It's nice to remember.

Well, not nice, but important.

My parents converted.

They didn't want to leave,

and that felt
like the safest way to stay.

France is their home.

My aunt and uncle
didn't understand.

But for us, it was
the right thing.

Yes, you poor soul.

Your aunt and uncle had
a magnificent art collection.

It was part of my job
to--to help locate it.

I'm sorry.

Please don't apologize.
There's...

there's nothing,
uh, for you to apologize for.

I just wish I had
a better answer.

Yes.
I do, too.

It's stunning.

"Donor unknown."

They've been erased.

You tried, Paulski.

What does it matter?

It matters to me.

And I'm sure
it mattered to them.

They lost everything.

What I lost...

We just have no idea, do we?

What any of it means.

What we do.

I sometimes wonder,

if we had had children...

They would have been
who they are...

Not the sum
of everything we gave them.

You were the one
who reminded me,

we don't control
what the things we do mean,

only what we want them to mean.

I did, didn't I?

The show is our baby.

It's growing up,
and it needs us.

We still have chapters
left to write, Paulski.

We don't need
to look back anymore.

The climax of the story

always occurs
in the second act.

That's the best part.