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[protester 1] Down with the tyrant!

[Talleyrand] That piece of paper has put Paris on the brink of war.

[protester 2] Freedom for the people! [crow cawing] ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000

So now you're working for Talleyrand, after working with Sylvain Bailly. ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000

​ WEBVTT X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000 He's my father.

Tell your son that he must bring me proof of Talleyrand's connection to the attack. ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000

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

[Carême] I want proof that Bailly is alive.

"The only thing keeping me alive in this horrible place..."

...seeing you again.

[Carême] "My dear son."

[captive] We were just doing our duty. Have mercy. Why didn't you tell me about Talleyrand's new cook?

I'll keep an eye out for him.

[Fouché] Don't forget the agreement that we have. I am General Georges Cadoudal, [Henriette] Count on me, sir.

and I fight for Louis XVIII, the legitimate sovereign of France.

You, you fight for the usurper, Bonaparte.

Have you any final words to say?

[captive 2] I want to see my murderer's face.

We have killed Louis XVI.

And if his brother should return to France, we'll kill him too.

Now France belongs to its citizens.

You are brave, sir.

The proper soldier's death for you.

[horses whinny]

[horses whinny]

Cotton and embroidered silk, the latest fashion.

Fashion five years ago, she means.

[Henriette] Hmm.

I'm not very fond of the cross.

[Henriette] This one.

I prefer that.

[Talleyrand] You may go.

Leave us.

You look more and more like a princess.

What have you come to ask, my dear Prince?

Am I not permitted to see the dresses I buy my wife?

Shouldn't you be working?

However, I would like some privacy if you wouldn't mind.

Your Excellency.

Oh, darling, you know I trust Henriette implicitly.

Six policemen were hanged yesterday by royalists.

Fouché has already planned his revenge.

Yes, France is still on the brink of civil war.

And the royalists won't stop until Louis XVIII is crowned.

And what if?

If perhaps Louis XVIII relinquishes the crown.

Are you serious?

Everything has a price.

Especially if you're exiled far away, living off alms from foreign kings.

- And you want to buy his crown? - [chuckles]

To put it on Bonaparte's head?

Does he know of this plan?

He won't know until we succeed.

- We? - Mmm.

A minister is conspicuous.

I thought you might enjoy reuniting with your life of adventure, hmm?

Keep it.

A gift from the crown.

If Bonaparte sits on the throne,

I want a position at his court.

And I want Joséphine to have to greet me every day.

[Talleyrand chuckles]

That's even more difficult than negotiating with Louis

in his fortress in Warsaw.

We might have to break in.

He's paranoid and thinks everyone wants him dead.

[Talleyrand] Hmm.

[hawker] Get today's paper!

Get your paper here!

Don't forget your Paris Gazette!

The royalists attack a garrison! Read it here!

Yes, Monsieur.

Get today's paper! Get your paper here!

[keys clatter]

Five minutes.

- [gate slams] - [keys clatter]

What have they done to you?

It doesn't matter. We must be quick.

What are you accused of?

Antonin...

Believe me, Father, I am trying my best to get you out.

Whatever you're thinking, please, don't bother.

Did they force you to tell me that?

Was it Fouché?

- In your letter, you wrote that... - What letter?

I didn't write a letter.

I asked for proof you were alive.

You asked Talleyrand?

Antonin, listen to me.

We're both in over our heads. Believe me, please.

If you're not careful, you will drown.

Wanna help me, son? Then do nothing.

That's impossible.

You expect me to do nothing?

[metal clanging]

Just live your life. Invent, create, and cook.

[both] Travel, make love...

I do all that, Father.

But without you.

[inhales]

I will not abandon you.

You're so stubborn. That's one thing I love about you.

Off you go.

- [metal clanging] - Go!

I will never give up on you.

[keys clatter]

[Henriette] Don't tell me I have to kill the king.

No, not the king.

The proposal they've planned for him will be enough.

As long as a Bourbon is alive and not that far away,

they won't put another king on the French throne.

By "they," you mean Talleyrand, and "another king" is Bonaparte?

If Louis XVIII shows an interest in their proposal,

give him this.

Letters from foreign princes?

They all agree with his claim to the throne and are prepared to fight for him.

These letters were addressed to Louis. Why weren't they brought to him?

Because they're fakes, right?

All made in France, every single one.

I have seals and signatures for all of Europe.

I can forge a letter from the King of England stating you're his cousin.

[sighs] Hmm. The letters will be useful.

But I need something more symbolic.

An object?

To remind him he's a king.

I will provide you with the Hand of Justice.

It's been a symbol of French monarchs since medieval times.

We mustn't meet so often. It's risky.

Let me decide what's risky, please.

You think you might be tailed without my men knowing?

[Talleyrand] You'll go to Poland to meet Louis XVIII.

Why me?

What am I supposed to do there?

He is a gourmet.

He will go mad over your creations.

Imagine you grew up in Versailles, you were a royal,

and today your food menu is limited to sausage and sauerkraut.

Absolutely not. I will not travel to Poland.

Work it out with Charles and Catherine.

Is there something bothering you?

Bailly never wrote me any letter.

You needed proof of life. My options were limited.

No choice.

It was a big lie.

A big lie?

He's alive, isn't he?

And we'll make sure he stays that way.

Courtiade has organized everything.

Look there.

The prison guard is on our side.

Ready to help Bailly escape when I give the word.

But there's one condition.

The mission I'm entrusting you with is delicate,

dangerous, extremely important to me.

Louis XVIII must abandon his claim to the throne.

It's the only way to bring peace to the streets of France.

Don't disappoint me.

Jars full of truffled capon.

- How shameful. - Liliane, I'll explain one last time.

This is the exact replica of the menu served at Louis XVIII's wedding.

A reminder of his lovely France.

What is this?

- Pierre? - Yes, Monsieur.

I said fill it with broth to the top.

- Don't make me repeat myself. - Yes, Monsieur.

It won't be edible in a few days. Rotten.

No.

Removing the air prevents rotting.

Oh, really? By magic?

No magic. Just because.

Because what?

Because...

I don't know that part.

When you prepare food at a high temperature, you destroy all the bacteria.

They can't develop without air.

Yeah.

That's it. That's exactly it.

We have to kill the bacteria.

Nothing can survive a journey through Europe.

It'll be in a carriage for at least four weeks.

[Carême] I want thinner slices.

You please hold your tongue.

I was cooking this dish when you were still shitting your pants.

See this baby? Three millimeters maximum.

No more, not a bit less.

Martin!

- Where is he? - [Martin] Here!

- Take these to the vaults. - Yes, sir.

Will you really help Bailly escape?

Certainly not.

Carême has to complete his mission first.

[Courtiade] Mmm.

What are all these?

[Carême] They're jars.

We can bottle our food for two or three months.

By killing the bacteria.

Hmm.

Jars for a royal.

For a royal.

Bon voyage.

Which one do you want?

Have you been making love for long?

Do you mean together or in general?

Hmm.

No pregnancies, you hear?

I depend on her.

[dogs barking]

[horse neighs]

That's a big knot. Will it hold?

You wanna do it?

Yeah, it'll hold.

[grunts]

Give me your bag.

All good.

- [hammock creaks] - [Carême strains]

- Here? - Yeah.

[Carême grunts]

There you go.

[sighs]

What's wrong, Antonin?

I know you too well. Something is wrong.

It's Bailly...

- [rope snaps] - [Henriette grunts]

[both chuckle]

[Henriette] See?

[air hisses]

POLAND

[panting, moaning]

It would be much better to pass through here.

Yes, I agree.

I am the Princess de Talleyrand.

I have brought a message from my husband,

the Minister of Foreign Affairs,

to His Majesty Louis XVIII.

Sire.

Princess.

I see France has gone to pot in my absence.

I was expecting Talleyrand's emissaries to be more dignified.

He was hoping to seduce you with his whore.

[guillotine clacks]

He must not know you well.

And what is the message?

I have come to negotiate.

Negotiate?

For the crown.

Unlike land or a horse, no one can purchase the crown.

[Louis XVIII] Return to Galliffet.

Or stay here and be a prisoner.

We haven't come empty-handed.

We've brought the best cook in France.

At least please accept his dinner.

[Carême] One meal.

Just one.

I cooked it myself for you, Sire.

It's a shame to pass it up.

If, by chance, it's to your liking,

perhaps you will agree to hear the princess.

- And if we don't like your meal... - [guillotine clacks]

[Carême] Right. I see.

Where is your kitchen brigade?

Dire circumstances obliged us to do without.

Well, that might be part of our negotiation.

Your Majesty could have a decent cook.

It's overcooked.

No point in tasting it. It's obviously overcooked.

And I want to be sure it hasn't been poisoned.

[scoffs]

It's overcooked.

You, back to the stable. Get out, now.

That's a pity. A helper's always handy.

You already have three.

[clears throat]

We like to dine at six o'clock.

Bring me the jars. Go.

If you please.

[grunting]

[Carême] What the hell?

Impossible.

Air leaked inside.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Shit! They're all rotten.

What now?

Now we have to cook.

Everyday potatoes won't make for the best taste of France.

[Catherine] You certainly know how to boost the troops.

Light a fire, please, Charles.

Ever seen one? A couple of sticks and a few branches underneath.

Enjoying your pseudo power, you pompous shit?

It's for France, right?

There's no wood. What do we do now?

[Catherine] With cabbage and potatoes? Not a lot.

Potatoes.

Start by peeling the potatoes.

- You're not serious? - It's for France, Princess.

[bell tolls]

You think my father knows? That Hortense is carrying my child?

There isn't much he doesn't know.

How true.

And if he did know, would it offend him?

Bonaparte remains childless.

His brother's son would be next in line as heir.

But heir to what? The monarchy's gone.

Until the day Bonaparte sits on the throne.

[merchant speaking Polish]

All I'm saying is, I don't believe he'd mind Hortense carrying his grandson.

That's very twisted.

No more than your father.

Right?

[iron hisses]

If you worked in a kitchen, you would have been sacked by now.

I have never peeled a single potato in my whole life.

Let me peel. You will do better at slicing them.

Three millimeters thick. No more, no less.

Like this.

I want this.

Who's the crazy girl? The one with the toy? Their daughter?

They have no children. She's their niece.

[Henriette] The last living member of Louis XVI's family.

She was held in the temple with her family and brother.

She lost them one by one.

[Charles] Be careful. It's hot.

And the woman? Is she the wife of Louis?

Ah, that woman.

All she wants is wine.

And other women.

She married a man in the hope of becoming Queen of France,

yet she's landed here.

Can you please cut this?

Are we really making what it seems we are?

That's how we'll convince the king to renounce the throne?

Your Highness, please indulge me a moment and shut your eyes.

No, I won't decapitate you, promise.

What do you smell?

I think I smell potatoes.

And what else?

And butter.

Also nutmeg, right?

More, please?

Sour cream, I think.

A gratin dauphinois?

You must have mistaken us.

For peasants.

For peasants, yes.

For artisans,

and bourgeois,

and nobles.

This dish, Madam,

is France.

Sire, may I?

You must.

I don't think anyone's served this to me since childhood.

Our nanny would make it.

[chuckles]

My brothers loved it.

Precisely, Sire.

This humble dish...

is the France of yesterday

and of tomorrow.

[niece] May we keep him?

We can dismiss the others?

There's one taste I can't seem to identify.

What herb or spice escapes my palate?

Tell me your secret ingredient.

Yes, once you have agreed to see Madame de Talleyrand.

The harlot will have ten minutes.

Romanée Conti, 1775.

[Louis XVIII] I know that bottle.

My husband saved it from your cellar in Versailles.

The proper term is "stole."

Let's try this one.

Cotton and embroidered silk.

The latest from Paris.

No more corsets.

I'm partial to the cross.

Did you come to convince me or her?

Mmm. Why, both, Your Highness.

Look in the mirror.

Let your hair free.

Dresses and a cook in exchange for the crown?

Bit lightweight, no?

And a bond for a million francs.

[gasps]

You aren't obliged to live this way.

You could be rich,

and bring peace back to your homeland.

- France is on fire, Sire. - I know.

I think about it in bed at night.

And each morning when I wake.

When I eat, sleep, or even when I piss.

France is always on my mind.

Give up the crown, prevent the violence.

Act of renunciation to the Throne

Today you rely on the generosity of foreign kings.

But tomorrow...

Your ten minutes are now up.

[sighs]

[door closes]

Well, why don't you spend the night?

Perhaps it could help our talks.

You'd make a big mistake if you didn't.

Hmm.

What did you wanna tell me? Something about your father.

Talleyrand will help him break free.

He may have already done it.

And Fouché? You don't seem afraid of him.

Absolutely not.

Once Bailly is free, who cares about Fouché?

Antonin, I have to tell you something.

But first...

But first, I love you.

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

Show me what you do.

I wanna see you at work.

[whispers] Me too.

[chopping]

[Louis XVIII sighs]

It's a Chardonnay.

Côte de Beaune.

The thing I miss most about France is probably the food.

[Carême] Food makes a country.

Along with its language.

And its art.

Take milk, for example.

It's used to make cheese in France and England and... in Poland.

But the taste won't be the same.

The taste of France is unique.

The first taste we know. One that shapes us.

From the start.

So who taught you all this?

My father.

Thanks to him, I've spent my life in the kitchen.

To your father.

[chuckles]

My father, he wanted me to show off my virility.

He brought me my first prostitute when I was ten.

How poorly did you manage?

[chuckles] Poorly.

[chuckles]

[food sizzles]

Your secret ingredient, is it patience?

Is your wife with Madame de Talleyrand?

I suppose.

Is that what you expect of me too?

I've tried with men.

I've tried everything.

The fact is, I find sex quite boring.

Royally boring.

But this... This is something else.

You were born with it. Your father didn't teach you.

That's funny. He used to say that too.

And he was right.

It's a gift.

A gift from God.

God has no place in my life.

Are you so sure?

This way.

What is your name?

Marie-Antoine Carême.

Funny. In honor of my sister-in-law.

Perhaps your parents were more royalist than you knew.

In your kitchen, you're the king, Carême.

Believe me.

I can feel these things.

I'm a king without a kingdom.

And you're a king without a crown.

That's how it is.

Who knows? It might be a relief.

Look at yourself.

I should warn you, it's a heavy burden to carry.

[panting]

Sire?

You are our king.

And who are you?

I have come on behalf of your foreign allies.

England is with you.

Austria and Prussia would attack Bonaparte in your name.

All of Europe places its hope in you, Your Majesty.

[door closes]

[bell tolls]

[announcer] The king!

I should have you executed for high treason.

But in my family, we don't kill.

We get killed.

Go back to France.

I'll be back in due time.

As for you,

you'll cook for me.

[sighs]

The mission, why did you sabotage it?

Who made you?

- Antonin. - You must tell me.

- I simply can't do that. - You simply can't?

How will you manage at Galliffet, then?

What will you do? Will you tell Talleyrand?

[Carême scoffs]

I saved your life, you idiot.

What, mine?

What are you saying?

Fouché is now after the person who copied Bonaparte's route

the day of the attack.

Yes, that means you.

And he knows it.

You work for Fouché?

Do you?

I'm the only one protecting you from him.

At least I was.

It's up to you.

But why work for him?

Money?

Is that it?

He pays well?

I killed a man.

And Fouché knows.

I was 13.

A far-away relative, a count,

this man took me in when my father died.

He was powerful.

He took possession of my family, and of me as well.

Nobody came to my defense.

So I had to defend myself.

Fouché spared my life.

He hates nobility more than anyone.

But he knows.

[sighs]

He knows.

Now we have to be strong.

[Fouché] For the last time,

has your son given you proof that Talleyrand was involved in the attack?

What unknown secret ties your son to Talleyrand?

I kept my word.

You have to keep yours.

Don't worry. You and I have a deal.

I'm not afraid of dying, but I won't bring my son into all this.

"Into" all this?

But he's already in the middle of everything.

And he will be in your place before you have time to blink.

You still refuse to speak?

So from now on, you'll suffer.

Then speak.

[guard grunts]

[grunting]

[Fouché] Get him!

[gunshot echoes]

[Carême sighs]

Sadly he remembered he's king.

Now, that's regrettable.

So?

Tell me he was freed.

I'm sorry, Antonin.

Idiot. You know it's the legs we aim for.

[guard groans]

A reminder.

[guard groans]

[sobs]

[Carême] One day I'll do what you asked.

I'll travel. I'll make love.

And I'll cook for the greats of this world.

The rich, the kings,

all those bastards.

But first...

first the man responsible for your death will pay.

[no audible dialogue]

And he'll suffer.

More than you did, Father.

[no audible dialogue]

And that's a promise.

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