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[Catherine] It's strange, Louis seemed ready to renounce his crown, ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000

but at the last moment he changed his mind. [mouse squeaking] As if there was something working against us. ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000

[Talleyrand] Something or someone. ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000 [Fouché] I have to admit that you did a good job back in Warsaw. ​ X-TIMESTAMP-MAP=MPEGTS:900000,LOCAL:00:00:00.000

Your salary.

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[Henriette] No! Stop it!

- Let me go! - [groans]

Come with me. Run away with me.

[Talleyrand] The only person who can cook for Bonaparte

is the winner of this year's Almanach. Sorry, pretty girl.

You still want your revenge.

Fouché is terrified of being poisoned, so he eats at one table.

- When they face Napoleon. - Hmm.

I can't betray my father's love. I'm sorry.

To hell with you!

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

the day of the attack. [chuckles]

Is it this one?

Here.

No!

[Fouché] Chazot, Cadoudal is now our last chance to destroy Talleyrand. At first, you won't feel a thing, This time he will be punished.

for the first three or four days.

I hope you won't feel too much pain in the end.

On second thought...

Fouché has to suffer.

[person] Police!

[Chazot] Stop, Cadoudal!

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

Goodbye, bastard royalist!

Afraid to shoot, are you?

[Fouché] No!

[grunts]

I want this man alive.

What's wrong with you?

[moans]

Cadoudal was arrested.

Who's that?

The man behind the failed attempt on Bonaparte.

[moans]

Afraid he might talk?

[moans]

He knows nothing. The man doesn't know my name.

The only person he saw was...

was my dear cook.

Your dear cook.

Maybe I'm wrong, but he's closely connected to you.

He won't betray me.

You're absolutely sure?

[sighs] Could you be getting soft with age?

I won't lose my life because of a cook.

He's much more than a cook.

Henriette was much more than my lady-in-waiting.

She was a spy.

Make him disappear or I'll make him myself.

- [door opens, closes] - [clicks tongue]

[sighs]

[Noël] Almost ready!

[Agathe] Noël, what are you doing?

[Noël] It's just coriander. To go with the veal.

Did you hear that genius idea? Coriander with a veal dish.

It enhances the taste.

He's full of himself ever since he helped you in the contest.

Are you jealous?

[Agathe] Of course not.

Hey, Monsieur "Best Cook in France."

Here's the result. Looks like an old lady with a mustache.

Appetizing, isn't it?

No. No.

Veal!

- Noël! - Yes?

What do you see here?

[Noël chuckles]

It looks like an old man. It looks like... like Liliane.

- Like who? - Like Liliane. [chuckles]

She's right behind you.

No.

- I... I'm sorry, Liliane. - [chuckles]

I beg your pardon. I didn't mean it against you.

Monsieur requests your presence at the stables.

Right now?

They found Courtiade here this morning.

Skull smashed in.

I spent ten years of my life with this man.

It will be difficult to find someone so devoted.

Just like Henriette.

My wife misses her terribly.

Nothing to say? Hmm?

It was an accident.

She was defending herself.

Courtiade tried to rape her.

An accident. Are you sure?

She worked for Fouché.

I know you knew. And despite that, you helped her run away.

Love. Hmm.

Beware of love. He gives poor advice.

Let Henriette go. She'd have betrayed you too.

I was going to tell you. I was waiting for the right moment.

Hmm. It was an accident.

You told me so yourself.

Our poor Courtiade was hit by a hoof as he attempted to saddle my horse.

Right?

Now, climb up. It's much easier than you think.

Point your heels downward.

Keep your stirrups straight.

There, you see? Quite simple.

[Carême] Aren't you going to tell me why we're here?

You'll take the road to the left in the direction of Strasbourg.

What are you saying?

I'm fired? Is that it?

And the coronation? I was about to cook for Bonaparte.

Fouché arrested Cadoudal.

You have to leave. It's too dangerous here.

Farewell, Antonin.

[Carême] No, I won't go. Wait for me!

A naked royalist before your very eyes.

A fantasy come true, Jacobin?

Is this really necessary?

[Fouché] Ask him.

Please reply to Monsieur Clerk for the First Consul.

Is this absolutely necessary?

- What it is is useless. - Is it?

You'd be sparing us an unpleasant experience if you gave us a name.

You know very well which one.

[groans]

It's the cook who works for...

Monsieur Fouché, please. This is a republic and there are rules.

You aren't permitted to influence the accused by giving names.

I'm familiar.

With article 190L of the Code of Criminal Procedure.

We will avoid influencing you, Monsieur Cadoudal.

We'll simply help the truth find its way out of your mouth.

[grunts]

Louis XVIII, our legitimate king, will one day come back to France.

On that day, your head will roll into a basket.

Your name will be completely forgotten.

You're just a pathetic nobody!

Yes, it's absolutely necessary. Sorry.

[screaming]

This bombing business must be put to rest.

You know who was really behind it?

Louis XVIII.

Cadoudal wouldn't name him.

He'd give anything to protect his one true king.

But he could maybe give another name.

He will have to give Bonaparte somebody's name.

- Somebody credible. - But who?

A Bourbon descendant of the kings of France

who has clearly expressed his opposition to the First Consul.

And I assume you have the ideal Bourbon in mind.

The Duke of Enghien. You know who he is?

[Talleyrand] Fourth in the order of succession.

Openly opposed to Bonaparte, yet he never took up arms against him.

An indecisive man who chooses words over action,

particularly to criticize Louis' weakness.

[Carême] Not exactly Cadoudal's idol, then.

[Talleyrand] Exactly.

The Duke of Enghien is a perfect scapegoat.

So we'll accuse an innocent man to save ourselves?

After Louis XVI, they won't guillotine another Bourbon.

Bonaparte won't want to make a martyr.

Very well. Now we simply have to pass a message to Cadoudal.

Simply?

Organize a luncheon.

We can make him trust us,

slowly convince him to come clean.

You think Fouché will permit you to talk to the man over a cup of hot tea?

I'd pass a message to him discreetly.

Cadoudal spent ten years of his life as a fugitive, writing in code

and organizing secret gatherings.

He'll get the picture, then.

- So will Fouché. - No.

Food can often be more eloquent than words.

You tickle my curiosity.

Now you convince Bonaparte.

Thanks to you, he'll be an emperor. Should be easy.

He won't be able to refuse.

[Carême] Hmm.

[Chazot] From His Excellency the First Consul, Monsieur.

Chazot!

"Offer Cadoudal a luncheon."

Made by Talleyrand's cook, no less.

How can Bonaparte keep listening to that reptile?

Hypocrite! Opportunist!

Despite the fact the cook copied the itinerary for the attack.

We no longer possess the itinerary.

You'd denounce him to Bonaparte without proof?

Talleyrand will try to poison Cadoudal.

At least we'll hear the important information that they tell him.

This may be our chance to keep the cook with us a while,

for tampering with a witness.

[Carême] What do you see?

A cottage in a forest.

[chortles]

No, no. It's the Château de Chantilly.

The estate belongs to the Duke of Enghien.

Fine. Let's try another idea.

Cadoudal's smart. He hid from the police for four years by communicating...

Antonin.

Right about now, bright ideas are replaced by very stupid ones.

Let's go to bed.

I can't sleep anymore.

There are other ways to relax.

If Henriette was still here, that is.

But she's not.

I can confirm, right about now, bright ideas are replaced by stupid ones.

Come find me when you can see clearly.

You're a lucky one, huh?

[meows]

[meows]

[meows]

- [sighs] - Have you made a new friend?

- [door opens] - [meowing continues]

[door closes]

I don't recall seeing you in my kitchen.

And to what do I owe this honor?

A glass of wine, please.

You know, I don't like my life being put in anyone's hands other than my own.

[Carême chuckles]

If you mean tomorrow, you shouldn't worry.

I think we both have the same interests.

You believe your famous plan will succeed?

I can't be sure.

Let me try, and the magic will work.

[Catherine] Mmm.

So that's it. You're a magician.

Yeah. [chuckles]

You've bewitched my husband and I'm not happy about it.

I even pushed him to dismiss you,

but instead he's throwing you into the lion's den

to play with our lives.

My power over him is weaker than yours.

I guess I have his trust.

We have something in common, Antonin Carême.

We started with nothing, and now we both depend on him.

You do understand you'd better not screw up

what I've sweated so hard to obtain.

You sweated hard?

- How hard? - Hmm.

Should anything go wrong,

all you have to do is swallow this to make the suffering stop.

Let's hope you'll have no need for it.

Follow me. The minister's expecting you.

[prisoner shouting, groaning]

Welcome.

On behalf of the Minister of Foreign Affairs,

allow me to thank you for your welcome.

Prisoners should be treated with humanity.

Shouldn't they, Monsieur Carême?

What an honor that Minister Fouché remembered my name.

Part of my job is to recall everything.

Lots of faces and names...

And evidence that disappears mysteriously.

- May we now begin? - Please, make yourself at home.

Soon you may actually be living here.

For your luncheon, I've prepared a special room I'm eager to show you.

Please escort our esteemed guests.

[mouthing]

[Carême] Good day, General.

Please accept greetings from the Minister of Foreign Affairs

and First Consul Bonaparte.

To what do I owe this honor?

Monsieur de Talleyrand believes food brings men together...

and encourages close collaboration.

You really believe that food may open a man's heart?

Yes, I do.

I was introduced to your master long ago.

Long before he betrayed his class and embraced the Revolution.

I didn't expect us to have any points in common.

Contempt for opportunists.

Would my Lord Minister like us to set a place for him?

I'm happy just to watch.

Too bad.

Now may our culinary journey begin.

I hope it will appease your conscience, General.

Mmm.

Off we go, then.

Let's see where this journey brings us.

The best of cooks?

All you have for me is a piece of burnt bread?

It isn't burnt bread.

It's salt.

[hammer pounds]

Leg of suckling lamb.

In a salt crust.

The first part of the message.

You are Cadoudal.

The first dish I put in front of you is a suckling lamb.

What's the message?

- I am Cadoudal. - Mmm.

[Agathe] Therefore a royalist.

Therefore I'm a Catholic.

- So? - So...

lamb equals sacrifice, right?

Free of poison.

And quite tasty.

Let's go.

Usually I don't particularly like lamb, but...

you're maybe changing my mind, cook.

Now, we have to tell him what name to give to Fouché.

The Duke of Enghien.

That's the man.

We need something that designates him,

a thing that Cadoudal will recognize.

A puff pastry galette, filled with frangipane,

accompanied by a grand cru Ethiopian coffee.

[Fouché] With the fleur de lys, no less.

Symbol of the Bourbons.

Such an inspiring reference to the cause you would die for.

Or perhaps the one I lived for.

[Carême] The fleur de lys stands for royalty,

whether it's Louis XVIII or the Duke of Enghien,

or any probable future heir to the throne.

And that's just it.

He needs to understand which name is the right one.

I know what you need.

Look.

LOUIS ANTOINE DE BOURBON-CONDÉ

DUKE OF ENGHIEN FROM THE HOUSE OF CONDÉ

The Enghien heraldry.

How will he know you mean the duke?

He's the last of the line. Cadoudal must be aware of this.

How will we do it?

A king's galette.

Inside, there's always...

- A charm. - A charm.

Mmm.

Coffee by Carême.

Spit it out! Now!

Search this galette.

A bit of sugar, General?

Yes.

Here it is.

[Fouché] A Marianne? Symbol of the Republic?

Is this a joke?

Personally, I'd have put royal arms on the charm.

But today's young people cherish the Revolution.

Do you like the frangipane, Minister Fouché?

It's a bit sweet for my taste.

I assume the recipe comes from Bailly.

[gasps] Forgive me.

A touchy subject?

The cook's father just passed away here.

He was charged with conspiring against the First Consul.

[gasps] Family trait?

He was innocent.

- And you killed him. - I did no such thing.

He was trying to kill me.

It wasn't even me who pulled the trigger. No, no, no, no, no.

I have another version for you.

What if the man who killed him was you?

Aren't you deeply involved in the attack that led to his demise?

Getting too chummy with Talleyrand has its price.

And so does putting your ambition before all else.

- Even before your own father. - Minister Fouché.

Before the woman who loves you and who trusts you.

Oh, go ahead.

You so badly want to, don't you?

But do it before my men find Henriette.

When she stands before me, I won't be satisfied with a quick execution.

- [registrar] Minister Fouché! - I have a declaration to make.

We're all ears.

I'll give you the name of he who paid me,

paid to assassinate the usurper Bonaparte.

It's one of the princes of the blood.

We all know who it is.

Louis XVIII, helped by Talleyrand.

No.

Enghien.

The Duke of Enghien.

What?

I'll tell the clerk the full story.

But first... I'd like to express my thanks to the cook.

That was an excellent lunch,

worthy of a last meal.

Thank you.

[gasping]

[Agathe] We did it.

[driver] Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

[both chuckling]

[both panting, moaning]

- [both shout] - [Duke] I haven't done anything!

I've done nothing wrong!

- No! I'm innocent. It wasn't me! - Come on!

No! Please! No!

Present arms!

Aim!

Present arms!

Aim!

[purrs]

What did you do?

"But who could blame the First Consul for defending himself

by executing Enghien the traitor,

thus saving the country from the royalist hydra?"

We were supposed to finger an innocent man, not send him to his death.

[chuckles]

You believed me, did you? Hmm?

Now, don't pretend to be shocked. You're the one who wanted to end this business.

Besides, Enghien was a staunch Bonaparte adversary.

One day or another, he would have been in trouble.

And now Minister Fouché has nothing against you.

You get your revenge finally.

And you a coronation.

You should read the whole article.

I even convinced the Pope to come to Paris.

It is better for him to be with Bonaparte than against him.

Meaning what?

You'd even kill the Pope?

[exhales]

Of course not.

But what we believe matters more than what's true.

[vendor] Get your paper here! The Gazette, ladies and gentlemen.

Get your newspaper! Get it here!

The Paris Gazette right here, right now!

All the latest news! The Paris Gazette!

Report of the Arrest

[knocks on door]

- Come in. - [door opens]

My Lord Minister.

Have you been able to sign off on the conclusions

of the inquiry into the attack?

Now that Cadoudal and Enghien have been executed--

Yes, it's high time this file was archived.

Am I right? But first, let's unveil one final secret.

Are you aware that our friend Bailly was arrested five days before the attack?

As I remember, he was picked up for making threats against Bonaparte.

Precisely. Yes, Chazot.

Perfectly explained.

Is there a problem, Monsieur?

The report written by our agents.

All the details leading to Bailly's arrest.

And guess who told our services

about Bailly's anti-Bonaparte tirade?

This time, I'll be the one who plants a bomb in the Hôtel de Galliffet.

- Boss? - Mm-hmm?

I just did an inspection.

- I chucked the rotten cabbage. - Perfect, Noël.

The grocer came by.

These are the invoices. And some letters.

[mutters] No. Bookkeeper. No.

[Henriette] Antonin, when I left Galliffet,

I thought my world was falling apart.

But now that time's gone by, I know I made the right decision.

I was in a gilded cage, watched from all sides.

Where I am now, for the first time in ten years, I can breathe.

I don't turn around anymore to see if I'm being followed.

If you believe what you told me, come find me.

[sighs]

Noël, please go home. I'll do the boxes for the orphans.

All right.

Thanks. Good night, boss.

Good night.

- [Fouché] May I? - Huh?

Yes, seize this opportunity. I'm alone, and disarmed too.

- [Fouché grunts] - [panting]

- You chased me all the way here? - Absolutely not.

I come here in peace with some information to share.

Hard to believe.

Marvelous.

This kitchen is huge.

A big improvement from the pastry shop.

By the way, you know how Bailly ended up in jail, and why?

Someone told someone, who told someone else,

who overheard a bum talking to a whore.

A pile of gossip that landed him in jail.

Do you know who was the first link in the chain?

None other than Courtiade.

I think you know him.

You're lying.

Your employer is the man who put Bailly in prison.

It's quite logical in the end.

Who benefits from the crime?

What did you do before he was arrested?

You refused to take a job at the Tuileries.

And then what happened?

You accepted it.

You prepared a dinner that made Talleyrand become a minister.

You pinched an itinerary that allowed him to save Bonaparte's life.

And you have just saved him being tried for treason.

You wanted the man behind your father's murder?

He's been here all along in front of you.

I just thought you should know.

[knife clatters]

[thudding]

You should get some sleep.

There will be lots of work to do in the coming weeks.

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