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Your hand.

It'll hurt less.

It doesn't hurt.

Who did this to you?

The one I gave the letter to.

He wanted to know who wrote it.

Fouché.

I didn't say anything.

That's good.

- To death!
- Down with the tyrant!

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT

Take up arms!

Long live the revolution!

Move!

What gown will you wear
for Germaine's reception?

If I wear a prettier dress
than hers, she'll be jealous.

It is her party after all.

But if you wear one that's not as
pretty, you'll be the jealous one.

Whoa. Whoa.

What is happening?

The road is blocked, Madame!

A protest!

That's absurd! Continue forward!

And don't forget, from
now on it's Princess!

Go! Go! Go!

But...

Down with the tyrant!

Stop! Stop!

Get back, you bastards!

Help!

It's the whore.

We've got the
devil's whore, guys!

How about a little stroll...

- Let go!
- ...with real people?

Let me go!

To death!

Down with the clergy!

Long live the revolution!
Down with the tyrant!

The police!

Thank God you weren't hurt.

Don't thank God,
thank Fouché's men.

Bold, but I see neither
name nor signature.

Are you joking? You know
full well that Staël did it.

She's playing the armchair
revolutionary again!

Calm down. The revolution
is over. And she knows it.

See? You're still defending her.

You're still in love
with her, aren't you?

Don't be silly.

I'm beholden to her.

That's even worse than love.

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

Don't tell me you still
plan on going to her party.

I'm lending her my cook.

It's almost my party too, no?

Don't worry. Hmm?

Of course not. As usual,

you have the situation
under control.

DEATH TO BONAPARTE!

Puff pastry for lunch.

You're making mille-feuilles
for Madame de Staël's?

You've come to talk
to me about the menu?

Read this.

"Down with the tyrant.

Jacobins, condemned by a merciless
tyrant, have been left to rot in dungeons,

if they're not already dead.

These men are entitled
to a fair trial."

And so?

This scrap of paper, whose "anonymous"
author is indeed Madame de Staël,

has set Paris aflame.

She's fighting for a fair trial.

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

Germaine loves defending great causes,
but she's going about it all wrong.

The more oil she adds to the fire, the
more brutal Bonaparte's reprisals are.

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

So what? Want me to poison her?

No.

I want to save her.

If Fouché finds the original,

its author will be executed

or imprisoned for life
to serve as an example.

That will not help our plans.

However, if I make these
pamphlets disappear,

I'll remove a thorn from
our First Consul's side,

and I will organize a reconciliation
between Staël and Bonaparte.

She'll have plenty of time to plead
the case of the Jacobins and Bailly.

Why would she have
kept the original?

Out of defiance.

And because she always keeps
her writings as relics.

If you're here,

I assume it's to ask me to pick
up this pamphlet at the party.

Of course, I could slip into her
lodgings myself like a stealthy cat.

- But with this foot...
- Of course.

...you'll agree it's
not fitting for my rank.

You'll never just let
me cook, will you?

I am fair when it is necessary.

Antonin.

It's ready!

One of Monsieur
Carême's inventions.

- And what is this called?
- No,

it's not ready.

Minister.

The boy we released this
morning has rushed to the...

To the Hôtel de Galliffet.

When it's complicated, tortuous and
hazy, it always leads back to Talleyrand.

Unfortunately, we have
other urgent matters.

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT

Talleyrand's princess was attacked
this morning on Rue du Bac.

How?

And I suspect Madame de Staël
was behind this little riot.

I have to speak with
Madame de Staël.

THOUGHTS ON INNER PEACE

Has she signed it at least?

Too bad.

You're late.

Nothing is more
inspiring than love.

Madame, I'm here to
present tonight's menu.

All of Paris will be there.

You're putting your
reputation at risk.

We're planning two soups,
ten hors d'oeuvres,

two roasts, followed by...

The rainbow trout with the Nivernaise
cream sauce sounds particularly promising.

Good.

What about the appetizer?

Is there no appetizer?

It's a surprise.

A dish prepared in my own way.

- Is that the sauce?
- Yes.

Another twist of pepper.

And some nutmeg.

So?

That's good.

Something's missing.

Are you sure?

Think.

First time we're making a
savory dish with puff pastry,

we shouldn't overdo it, Antonin.

I'm sure.

- Where are you going?
- I need to clear my mind.

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

You hit an animal?

Almost.

The angry protesters
that almost killed me.

You know Catherine.
She managed on her own.

You're laughing but people died today for
believing this rabble-rousing propaganda.

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

Who knows?

You invited Louis Bonaparte?

Yes.

I even invited his brother.

But with the tumult going
on I doubt he'll come.

I know you're the one
behind the pamphlets.

Glad you're still able to
recognize my inimitable style.

Come in, my friends.

May the festivities begin.

- Almost.
- Have I invented something amazing?

Yes!

- Gutenberg!
- Yes!

He is short, hairy and very noisy.
You're rather close to each other.

JULIUS CAESAR

You're so slow.

Oh, I know! It's Grimod's
monkey, isn't it?

Almost.

We give up.

Come on...

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT!

- Charles.
- We'll talk about it later.

Not about this.

About what?

I'm pregnant.

- Is it...
- Yes!

Yours.

Or the Holy Ghost's.

No one can know.

You want them to believe
it's your husband's.

It'll be the most
important child in France.

Until Mother and Bonaparte
have an heir, it'll be him.

The heir.

If this gets out...

they'll destroy us.

And I don't want to lose you.

Anne of Austria?

Ah, no.

Drop that morel!

- Don't you want to kill it?
- Wait until you have kids.

Let it go!

What the hell is a monkey
doing in my kitchen?

And you, Monsieur?

Why aren't you in your kitchen?

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

It's Madame de Staël's kitchen.

She claims you're
a prodigy child.

Now I wonder if it's for your
cooking or your appearance.

Sorry!

You're a pastry
chef, aren't you?

You trained with
Monsieur Bailly.

Sad turn of events. Poor man.

Although we won't
miss his cooking.

I hope you don't take after him.

What have you planned?

We like surprises.

Not me.

Don't open it, it's not ready.

Nice. Is it a new dessert?

It's not a dessert.

Nobody tastes my
creations until I decide.

Even Monsieur Grimod
de la Reynière.

I hope your guests won't
have the same reaction.

Who is that little brat?

The founder of the
Almanach des Gourmands.

The biggest French food critic.

The cooks' executioner.

Go! Let's show him what
we are made of. Look.

Plate?

Here.

Something is missing.

Morels, of course!

Smart!

Wonderful.

I want 50.

Back to work.

Get to it! You heard
him. He wants 50!

Let's get to work!

What do we call this plate?

- We don't call it.
- We don't call it?

- We eat it.
- We eat it.

Get to it!

Are you spying on me?

Did my father put you up to it?

What's so funny?

You really think you're
that important to him?

You heard nothing.

And you saw no one.

Tread lightly. Understood?

Father.

May I have a word with you?

Did you get what I asked for?

"He's out on his
own, among the men.

The tyrannical gods had fallen,
and Napoleon Bonaparte appeared."

See, it's not a squib,
it's an ode to his glory.

"Down with the tyrant." How could
I know? It's the same title.

She thinks this is a game.

I don't think so. I think
she's just protecting herself.

You should listen to your cook.

I knew you'd send your
spy to get my text,

so I wrote this fake
pamphlet to cover my tracks.

Germaine, I beg you.

Stop spreading these pamphlets.

If Fouché finds the original,
you'll be guillotined.

Show us where you're
hiding the original

before he finds out.

And if you don't do it for
yourself, do it for me.

I couldn't stand
seeing you locked up.

Or dead.

Follow me.

- Baroness.
- Minister.

Usually, invitations
are for two people.

If you get one, of course.

That one-of-a-kind humor.

We came to guarantee
your safety.

Haven't you heard about what's
happening in the streets?

With all of Paris
under the same roof,

you're a perfect target
for the trouble-makers.

I don't doubt you have
our protection at heart.

Do you like to play, Minister?

Only when I'm sure to win.

Come, let me introduce
you to a few easy targets.

Oh, cook.

- Yes, Madame?
- Would you be so kind as to serve us

the Chambertin Grand Cru?

Are you sure, Madame?

We'd agreed to
serve a Haut-Brion.

Chambertin. Grand Cru.

Okay, Madame.

I want to honor
our First Consul.

It's his favorite
wine, isn't it?

Antonin! The
appetizers are ready!

Let me taste it.

You don't want Grimod to
eat them cold, do you?

And they still
don't have a name!

Don't worry. Start serving.

I'll be right there.

Crécy, Romanée-Conti...

Crécy, Mercurey.

Where's the Chambertin?

Am I someone important?

Oh, yes.

You're Robespierre.

You're the Duke of Enghien.

You're Cleopatra.

CLEOPATRA

I'm so good at this game.

So I'm... I am, I am, I am...

You are your brother.

My turn, Minister.

May I?

Am I dead?

Yes.

Did Fouché kill me?

Of course, like many others.

Gunned?

Guillotine?

I'm Louis XVI.

Bravo!

If Your Excellencies are hungry,

you can come and eat.

The appetizers are ready,
they're getting cold.

How bold!

The cook hasn't bothered to
come and present these...

Vol-au-vent!

Made with pastry so light it
could literally float away.

A new dish you are
the first to taste.

It looks crunchy
like a mille-feuille.

Dessert in the
middle of the meal?

I'm not interested
in your words.

Only your palate matters.

At least your companion
has good taste.

This is the first savory
dessert I've ever had.

I'd be lying if I didn't recognize
your talent, Monsieur... Carême.

Pity it comes with
such a poor education.

But your insolence
comes as no surprise,

seeing as you are
Bailly's apprentice.

If you dishonor his name again,

we'll settle this with
pistols, Monsieur.

Come, gentlemen, the Minister of
Police does not endorse such practices.

Instead, tell us what you
think of this Chambertin.

Oh, apologies, Monsieur, hang
me if this is Chambertin!

This isn't a Bourgogne,
but a Bordeaux.

Haut-Brion, 1779.

One of Monsieur de Talleyrand's
domains, if I recall.

Exactly, yes.

Do you usually search the houses
of those you claim to protect?

Remove these.

Did you know having one of
these at home is prohibited?

A private press for
private parties.

Isn't this a bit much?

Minister...

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT!

Is this a joke?

"The gods fell
and he appeared...

Napoleon Bonaparte!"

Like I told you,

I admire him.

Don't ever do that
to me again, Antonin.

Sorry?

I was alone. You left
me alone. It was a mess.

I made a fool of myself.

"It's going to get
cold." How stupid!

Hey, hey, hey.

You did great.

- Thank God you were here.
- How would you know? You weren't there.

I felt it, from afar.

Why are you smiling?

Because you didn't!

Thank you.

"It's going to get cold."

Next time, bring
your wife instead.

It'll put your hatred aside.

DOWN WITH THE TYRANT

You're under arrest,
dear Baroness.

Follow me.

Don't be arrogant, Minister.

I could return the compliment,
Monsieur de Talleyrand.

Minister, too.

Well...

Escort her to the
courtyard and wait for me.

You must flee among the crowd.

I can't protect you here.

I'm not afraid to
face my destiny.

France needs you alive.

From exile, you can return. From death,
I can only think of one person who has.

Leave now.

My carriage is at the back.

Please.

Pretend I'm not here.

So, the Chambertin?

You didn't find it in the end?

The Baroness must
have made a mistake.

Odd, a cook who doesn't
know his cellar.

This isn't my cellar.

I work for Monsieur
de Talleyrand.

Really?

So you work for Talleyrand

after apprenticing for Bailly.

He's my father.

I mean, my adoptive father.

He's in prison.

I know.

Have you met him?

Indeed, we had a
little "discussion."

A charming man.

He's been quite fatigued lately.

He's innocent, Monsieur.

I swear he's innocent. And
he's entitled to a fair trial!

Are you questioning our First
Consul's sense of justice?

No, of course not.

Let me see him.

Please, Monsieur.
It's my father.

- At least once.
- Calm down.

People say I'm a monster. Well,
I'll prove to you I'm not.

Seeing him is impossible.

But I can give him a message,
if you care to write to him.

Minister, Madame de
Staël has vanished.

Find her now!

Let's go, Bailly.

The minister wants to see you.

The Paris Gazette!

The Paris Gazette!

I thought you were a suspect
like the others, Monsieur Bailly.

I rarely say this,
but I was wrong.

Don't you want to taste it?

Your son has talent,
I must admit.

Pity he's using it to assist the
wrong people, like Talleyrand.

In any case, he's
thinking of you.

YOU CAN'T BEGIN TO IMAGINE
THE COURAGE AND STRENGTH

YOUR LETTER GAVE ME

"...I'll find a way to..."

It's the same
handwriting, isn't it?

It can be traced to the conspiracy
against the First Consul.

Your son is in a
very bad position.

That can't be. He's innocent.

So, everyone in your
family is innocent.

Let me talk to him.

Who am I to stop a father
from talking to his son?

No, we could make a deal.

What do you expect from me?

You're innocent but
you're rotting here?

Talleyrand is guilty but
he's free. Is that fair?

Tell your son to give me proof of
Talleyrand's involvement in the attack,

and you can both go back to
baking as much bread as you want.

Just send the message.

Your son will do the rest.

You really think he can
fool a man like Talleyrand?

Don't underestimate him.

He seems smart.

Sure you don't want any?

It's divine.

Not a good time!

Agathe? What are you doing here?

Who is that?

Can you put that there?

Come and get it.

Come and get it.

"Come and get it.
Come and get it."

Fine.

Thank you.

- What is it?
- Grimod de la Reynière.

Madame de Staël's
dinner party review.

ALMANAC

"The vol-au-vent, a pleasant and
original enough dish, and that's all.

Why must all these young cooks
seek out originality at all costs?

Must they always stray away from
their predecessors' knowledge?

As for the vol-au-vent, the winds of
history will no doubt blow it away."

- What a fool.
- He liked it.

You couldn't shut it, for once?

She's not wrong.

Are you both against me?

Yes.

You'll see.

I reckon the winds of history will blow
away Grimod's name sooner than Carême's!

Thank you, Agathe.

Yeah.

Any news?

Staël is in Switzerland. In the
Canton of Vaud near Lake Geneva.

Give me a few days, I'll find a way to
copy one of her letters to Talleyrand.

You think I'd let one of her
letters cross the border to France?

Have you forgotten who
you're working for?

Do you have
something to tell me?

You're the one who has
something to tell me.

Why haven't you said anything
about Talleyrand's new cook?

I barely saw him.

He's just a cook.

I'm not asking you to think,
but to keep me informed.

Of everything.

Of course.

This is the cook's handwriting.

Like this...

It's the same
handwriting, right?

And that boy also copied
Bonaparte's itinerary,

which we found at the scene of the
attack. Don't you find it strange?

Tell me. If I'm the one
who's keeping you informed,

what good are you to me?

I'll find out everything
I can about him.

Do what you must.

Sleep with him if necessary.

But bring me the secret
that ties him to Talleyrand.

Try not to disappoint
me, Henriette.

The two of us had
a deal, remember?

You can count on me.