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[bells tolling]

[passerby] Good morning.

Show me.

This will help with the pain.

There's no pain.

Who did this to you?

The man I gave the letter to.

- He wanted to know who wrote it. - Hmm.

Fouché.

I didn't tell him.

[chuckles]

Good man.

[protesters shouting]

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT

Freedom for the people!

[driver] Get out of the way!

What gown will you wear to Germaine's party?

If it's prettier than that cow's, she'll be jealous.

After all, it is her party.

But if it's not pretty enough for you, you'll be jealous of her.

[driver] Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's happening?

[protesters booing, shouting]

The road is blocked, Madame!

There's no way through!

This is absurd. Just keep driving.

And remember, now you're to call me Princess!

[sighs]

[driver] Move on! Let's go!

- Oh. - [Henriette] But...

[both scream]

[protester] Oh! Stop the coach!

- Go away! Go away! - [clamoring continues]

[driver] Oh! Get back down!

- Get away! - [Henriette] Go away!

[yelps]

[protester] We have Talleyrand's whore!

And we have the devil's whore!

How about a little ride with some real men?

[grunts]

How dare you! Let me go!

[Catherine, Henriette screaming]

[protester] Long live the Revolution! Down with the tyrant!

[both panting]

[protesters] The police!

[protesters screaming]

Thank God you're not hurt.

There's no need to thank God. Thank Fouché instead.

Audacious, but I don't see a name or signature.

Are you joking? You know that this is De Staël.

She's playing armchair revolutionary again.

Calm down. She knows the Revolution is over.

You're defending her again. You still love that woman, don't you?

Don't be ridiculous. You know I owe her much.

That's more pathetic than love.

She was the only one to help me when I was in exile.

Don't tell me you're still going to see her.

I'm lending her my cook.

And basically playing host, right?

Don't worry, my dear. Hmm?

It's always the same with you.

- You think everything's under control. - [horse whinnies]

DEATH TO BONAPARTE!

[Talleyrand] Puff pastry, I see. For luncheon.

Are you making mille-feuilles for Madame de Staël?

You here to talk about the menu?

[chuckles]

Read this.

"Down with the tyrant.

The Jacobins sent by the tyrant Bonaparte the merciless

to rot in his awful prisons, if they haven't already passed away,

are entitled to a fair trial like everybody."

So what?

That piece of paper, anonymously written by Madame de Staël,

has put Paris on the brink of war.

She's fighting for a fair trial.

She's doing more for Bailly than both of us combined.

Germaine loves justice, but this time she's going about it wrong.

The more she stokes the fire,

the more brutally Bonaparte will crush the opposition.

She doesn't understand that he never gives in to force.

Well, in that case, I could poison her, if you want?

[chuckles]

No. I want to save her.

If Fouché finds the original text, the author shall be executed,

or imprisoned for life to set an example.

And that will not help any of our plans.

However, if I make those pamphlets disappear,

I'll have removed a thorn in the side of the First Consul.

Then I can arrange a reconciliation between De Staël and Bonaparte.

She will have ample time to plead the case of the Jacobins and Bailly.

And why would she keep the original?

To defy him.

And because she keeps all of them as trophies.

Let me guess.

I suppose you want me to try and retrieve that pamphlet

during Madame de Staël's party?

Well, obviously I could try to do it all by myself,

like a cat sneaking around her apartments.

- But with this on my foot... - I see.

As you do see, it's beneath my station.

Hmm. You'll never let me just cook as I should, will you?

I can be fair when I have to.

[Agathe] Antonin.

They're done.

[Carême] Ah.

Monsieur Carême's new creation.

Ah. And what name did you...

No. The time's not right.

[Talleyrand] Hmm.

Minister Fouché? So the boy that we let go this morning.

- He immediately went to the Hôtel... - To the Hôtel de Galliffet.

Whenever something's shadowy and complicated,

it always leads to Talleyrand.

For the moment, we have other priorities.

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT

The Princess de Talleyrand was assaulted this morning, Rue du Bac.

The riots?

Yes, and Madame de Staël, I believe, is behind these riots.

I'm here to see Madame de Staël.

MADAME DE STAËL THOUGHTS ON INNER PEACE

- I hope she signed your copy. - [chuckles]

Ah. What a shame. You're too late.

[floor creaks]

Isn't love the best muse there could ever be?

I've come about the menu, Madame.

[Germaine] Mmm.

All of Paris will be here. You must be worried about your reputation.

We'll begin the party with two soups, ten entremets,

followed by two roast dishes and...

Oh!

Followed by rainbow trout served with a Nivernaise sauce.

- It appears quite promising. - My pleasure.

And the starter?

No more starter?

The starter is a surprise.

Ah.

Of my own inspiration.

[cooks clamoring]

- That's the sauce? - Yes, sir.

It needs more pepper.

And some nutmeg too.

Let's take a look.

Nice work.

It's missing something.

Are you sure?

Let me think.

It's the first time we cook a savory dish with puff pastry.

Don't overdo it, Antonin.

Don't worry.

- Where are you going? - I need some fresh air.

- Why not a vacation while you're at it? - Why not?

Did you run over an animal?

I almost did.

Just a mob of protesters who tried to murder me.

But you know Catherine. She just beat them back.

[laughs]

Many people died today, Germaine, because they believed the propaganda they read.

Was it the propaganda that killed them or was it the police?

[Catherine] Who knows?

[Talleyrand] You invited Louis Bonaparte?

Yes.

I even invited his brother.

But with all this unrest, I doubt that he will come. [chuckles]

I know that you're the one behind these propaganda pamphlets.

I'm glad to see, Charles, that you still enjoy my recognizable prose.

Follow me, my friends!

It's time to party.

[chattering]

My turn! Am I Venus?

- Yeah, almost. - Have I invented something amazing?

[all] Yes!

Elizabeth the First

- [guest] Then I must be Gut... Gutenberg. - [cheering] Yes!

He's small, hairy and very noisy.

You're almost there.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Oh, you're so slow.

I know. I'm none other than Grimod's monkey.

Hmm. Practically.

[Catherine] Let's forget it, all right?

[Germaine] Just a little longer. [laughs]

[sighs]

[gasps]

Down with the tyrant!

- [door opens] - [gasps]

[guests moaning, kissing]

- Charles. - We can talk later.

No, this cannot wait.

Hmm? Why not?

I'm pregnant.

[Charles exhales sharply]

[Carême gasps]

- [Charles] Am I the... - Yes. You are.

Or else the Holy Ghost.

Nobody must know.

You want to pretend it's your husband's.

It's the most important child in France.

If Mother and Bonaparte remain childless,

then our child shall be heir.

If they find out...

they'll destroy us.

[Charles] Hmm.

[Hortense] And I don't wanna lose you.

[kissing]

[moaning, panting]

Anne of Austria?

Sorry, no.

[sighs]

[gibbering]

[Agathe shoos] Drop that mushroom!

- Don't you want to kill it? - You'll see when you have kids.

[Agathe] Stop it!

What the hell is that thing doing in my kitchen?

And you, sir? Why aren't you in your kitchen?

Monsieur Grimod de la Reynière in my kitchen. It's an honor, sir.

This kitchen belongs to Madame de Staël.

She says you're a child prodigy.

Maybe that has less to do with your cooking than your physique. [scoffs]

Excuse me.

[monkey gibbering]

I believe you trained as a pastry cook?

You were Bailly's apprentice?

Terribly sad. I'll miss him.

But no one will miss his cooking.

- I hope you don't take after him. - [monkey gibbering]

What's for dinner?

We prefer surprises.

Well, I don't.

Please don't. They're not ready.

Mmm.

Very nice. Is this a new dessert?

That's not a dessert.

Nobody tastes my food, not without my permission.

Not even you, Grimod de la Reynière.

[Grimod grunts]

[scoffs]

I hope tonight's guests have a much better reaction.

Who the hell's that bugger?

The founder of the Almanach des Gourmands. The biggest food critic in France.

The butcher of cooks.

Come on, let's do this! Let's show him what we're made of. Watch me.

Plate?

Hold this.

[utensils clanking]

[utensils clanking]

[sighs]

It's missing something.

Sorry.

Mushrooms, of course!

- [imitates monkey] - Not bad!

Magnificent.

I want 50 like this.

Get to it.

People, let's get to it! You heard him. 50! He wants 50 of these!

[cook] Let's go to work!

Do you have a name for this?

- It's not for naming. - No name?

- It's for being eaten. - Of course.

Get to it, everyone!

[sighs]

Spying on me, cook?

At my father's bidding?

- [laughs] - What do you find so funny?

You actually believe that you matter to your father?

You heard nothing.

And you never saw me.

Know your place, kitchen boy.

Father.

Come with me.

Did you find what I asked you for?

"She how he stands, alone amongst men.

The tyrannical gods had fallen, and he stepped forward, Napoleon Bonaparte."

You see? This pamphlet is an ode to his glory.

Yeah, but it says "Down with the tyrant." How was I supposed to know?

She believes it's a game.

I think she's just protecting herself, nothing else.

[Germaine] You should listen to your cook, Charles.

You see, I presumed you would send your little spy to look for my text,

so I wrote this fake pamphlet just to cover my tracks.

I'm begging you, Germaine,

please stop publishing these pamphlets.

Listen to me. If Fouché discovers the original, he'll have your head.

Please tell me where you hid it. We have to destroy it, Germaine.

- Hmm. - Before Fouché finds it.

And if not for you, then do it for me.

It would break my heart to see you in prison or beheaded.

[Germaine] Follow me.

- Baroness. - Minister Fouché.

Usually, invitations to my parties are for two people.

When you're actually invited, naturally.

[laughs]

Your unique sense of humor.

We are here to provide you security.

I'm sure you have noticed all these riots?

And with the Paris elite gathered here,

you'd be too perfect a prize, for those trouble-makers, of course.

We're very fortunate to have your protection.

Do you like to play games, my dear sir?

I only play when I'm sure I will win.

[Germaine chuckles]

Then this should be easy pickings for you.

Ah, Monsieur Cook.

Yes, Madame?

For dinner, please serve us the Chambertin Grand Cru.

Are you sure, Madame?

It was my intention to serve the Château Haut-Brion.

The Chambertin. Grand Cru.

Yes, Madame.

An opportunity to honor our First Consul.

It's his favorite, I believe.

Antonin! The starters are ready.

Let me taste.

You don't want Grimod to eat them cold.

We still haven't found a name!

Don't worry about it. You start serving dinner. Okay?

- [cook] Put this in the pod. - [cook 2] Yes, sir.

Crécy, Romanée-Conti...

Crécy, Mercurey.

Where's the damn Chambertin?

[knock echoes]

[knock echoes]

- [guest] Am I someone important? - [guests] Oh!

You're Robespierre.

You're the Duke of Enghien.

Duke of Enghien

And you're Cleopatra.

Cleopatra

I'm so very good at this game.

Let me think. Let me think. I am, I am, I am, I am...

And you are your brother.

It's my turn, Minister Fouché.

May I?

Am I dead?

Yes.

And did Fouché kill me?

Of course, like many others.

Was I shot?

[tuts]

Guillotined?

I am Louis XVI.

Ah. [chuckles]

- Bravo. - [guests applauding]

[Talleyrand] Bravo.

[Agathe] If Your Excellencies are hungry,

you can come eat now!

[guests cheer]

The starters are ready and they are getting cold!

[all laughing]

[guest] They are getting cold. The mouth on her!

I see the cook hasn't even bothered to present his dish, these...

Vol-au-vent!

"Floats in the wind" in English. Because the pastry is so light.

Mmm.

And now you have my permission, sir.

It looks quite crispy, like a mille-feuille.

Please.

So now dessert comes before the meal?

I have no use for your sharp tongue.

Only thing that matters is your palate.

[sniffs]

[monkey gibbering]

At least your friend has got good taste.

Mmm. It's the first time I ever get to taste a salty dessert.

But I must take my hat off to your talent, Monsieur Carême.

Pity it should be paired with such poor etiquette.

Hmm. Not that I'm surprised.

After all, what could one expect from someone who apprenticed with Bailly?

If you dare dishonor his name again,

you will answer to my pistols, Monsieur.

Gentlemen, please. As Minister of Police, I cannot condone such practices. Hmm.

Instead, give me your opinion of the Chambertin.

Well, Minister, shoot me if this is a Chambertin.

This can't be a Bourgogne. This is a Bordeaux.

Château Haut-Brion, 1779.

From Monsieur de Talleyrand's own estate, I believe.

That's exactly right.

Do you make a habit of searching the homes

of the people you should protect?

[inhales deeply]

Remove these.

[latch clacks]

[Germaine sighs]

You're aware it's illegal to have such a press?

I own a private press for private parties.

Come on.

- [metal clanking] - [papers rustling]

Being a bit excessive?

Minister Fouché!

Down with the tyrant!

Is this amusing to you?

"When the gods disappeared, then he appeared..."

- [Talleyrand chuckles] - "...Napoleon Bonaparte."

Like I said,

I admire him.

[kitchenware clanking]

[sighs]

[exhales]

Don't you ever do that again! Do you hear me?

Sorry?

I was all alone. You abandoned me with them and I messed up.

I made a fool of myself in front of everyone.

"It's getting cold." Getting cold? What a fool!

- Hey, wait. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. - Let me go!

You did great. I'm lucky you were here.

How would you know how I did?

- You disappeared. - I knew you'd do it. I trust you.

You were great.

[chuckles]

What's that smirk?

You think you can get away with compliments?

[chuckles]

Thanks.

[chuckling]

"It's getting cold." [chuckles]

Do bring your wife next time, sir.

She might offset that bile of yours.

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT

You are under arrest, my dear Baroness.

Come with me.

I wouldn't be so arrogant, Minister Fouché.

I could pay you the same compliment, Monsieur de Talleyrand.

[chuckles]

Minister, mind you.

[chuckles] You mind?

[sighs]

Take her outside and wait for me.

Use the crowd to escape, Germaine.

I can't protect you here.

I am not afraid of meeting my destiny, my dear.

But France needs you alive.

You can return from exile, not from death. Only one has that power.

Leave.

My carriage is waiting outside.

Don't mind me. Just pretend I'm not here.

So, that Chambertin. It looks like you never found it.

The Baroness was mistaken.

Surely a cook knows his own wine cellar, no?

It's not my cellar.

I work for Monsieur de Talleyrand.

Really?

So now you're working for Talleyrand

after working with Sylvain Bailly?

He's my father.

I mean, my adoptive father.

He was put in prison.

Yes, I know.

Have you seen him?

[chuckles]

We've spoken together. Occasionally.

A lovely man.

Although these days he's exhausted.

He's innocent, I promise.

I swear that he's innocent. He should have a fair trial, Monsieur.

Are you saying that Bonaparte is unfair?

No, my Lord, of course not.

Let me see him.

Sir, I'm begging you, please.

- Just this once. - Calm down.

I am not the monster people think I am, and I'll prove it to you.

You cannot visit your father.

But I can bring him a message if you write one.

Minister Fouché, Madame de Staël has disappeared.

[Fouché] Get out there and find her.

[guard] Get up, Bailly.

The minister wants to see you.

[cell door opens]

[seller] Get your Paris Gazette!

I took you for an ordinary suspect like the others, Monsieur Bailly.

It rarely happens, but I admit I was wrong.

Don't you want to taste it?

One has to admit your son is talented.

A pity he lends his talent to people like the awful Talleyrand.

But at least he cares about you.

"You can't begin to imagine the courage and strength your letter gave me.

Don't give up. I'll find a way to expose the truth."

Same handwriting. I think you'll agree?

It connects him to the attack on the First Consul.

Your son, Bailly, has landed in extremely murky waters.

That's impossible. He's innocent.

Everyone is innocent in your family.

I wanna talk to him, please.

I would never get between a father and a son.

We can find a solution that's mutually beneficial.

What is it that you want from me?

You're innocent but imprisoned, right?

Talleyrand is obviously guilty but free. You think that's fair?

Tell your son that he must bring me proof of Talleyrand's connection to the attack,

and then you can go back to your kitchen with your son

and bake cakes to your heart's content.

For the moment, send the message to your son.

Don't worry.

Do you really believe my son can fool Talleyrand?

You underestimate him.

He seems very capable.

Are you sure you don't want a bite?

It's divine. Mmm. Mmm.

- [breathing heavily] - Go away! I'm busy.

[Carême] Agathe? What's going on?

[Henriette] Who is it?

Just put it down over there, please.

Come and get it.

What?

I said come and get it.

[Carême] "Come and get it, come and get it"?

Give me a second.

Thank you.

- What is it? - Grimod de la Reynière.

The review of the party of Madame de Staël.

Let's see. "Illustrious guests, party..."

"The vol-au-vent is pleasant and very original." That's it?

"Why do all these young cooks strive for originality and exuberance?

Why do they insist on breaking with traditions of their predecessors?

And as for the vol-au-vent,

one can presume the winds of history finish here."

- Son of a bitch. - He liked it.

But you couldn't just shut your bloody mouth.

[Henriette chuckles]

She has a point.

[Henriette chuckles]

Are you both ganging up on me?

[Agathe, Henriette] Yes.

[Henriette giggles]

[Carême] You wait and see.

The winds of history will blow away the name of Grimod long before Carême.

[Carême scoffs]

Thanks, Agathe. Show yourself out.

Yeah.

[bell tolls]

Any news for me?

Madame de Staël is hiding in Switzerland, near Lake Léman.

I'll find a way to copy her letters to Talleyrand.

Do you think I'd let any of her letters into France?

It seems like you have forgotten who you work for.

Have you something for me?

It's you who has something for me.

Why didn't you tell me about Talleyrand's new cook?

He's a nobody. He's just a cook.

Your job is to inform me, not make assumptions.

Understood?

Of course.

This is his handwriting.

And this one too.

They're both the same. You agree?

Mmm.

So the boy also made the copy

of Consul Bonaparte's itinerary we found on site.

Incredible coincidence.

So if I'm the one informing you, then what use are you to me?

I'll keep an eye out for him.

Do what you have to do.

Sleep with him if needed.

Find out his relationship with Talleyrand.

Don't disappoint me again, Henriette.

Don't forget the agreement that we have.

Count on me, sir.

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