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Miss Leyton?

Miss Leyton, ma'am.

Monsieur Alex, chef de cuisine from Lord Henry Norton.

I'm Mrs. Catchpole, the housekeeper. Please sit down.

You have applied on the vacancy of assistant chef.

Do you like to cook? - Yes Madam.

Why do you want to come here? - To work.

And to learn something from a real French cook like you.

Your references are fine. Have you worked in a house like this before?

No, but I wanted that for a long time.

Have you been in the household for a long time? - Yes, since I was twelve.

I've been everything: from kitchen help to maid.

I was a cook for the last two years. - How is your cooking?

Not bad, but nothing special. That's why I want to work here, to learn.

We maintain a high level here. This means that there are rules.

Suitors are not allowed. - No madam.

Are you bound in that sense? - No, I didn't intend to.

26 pounds a year, half a day off per week ...

... and every second Sunday off, for church attendance.

You do go to church, don't you? - Yeah, I'm not a Muslim or anything.

You must buy service clothing yourself and you have your own bedroom.

Any questions? - Do I eat with the kitchen staff?

Yes of course. - Thank you sir.

Address him as Monsieur Alex. And he is chef de cuisine ...

... and not a cook. - I understand, thank you.

Are you still interested? - Yes, ma'am.

All right then. Thank you.

Seems like a sensible girl. - Yeah, but she's like a revue girl.

I don't want that in my kitchen. - I can't follow you.

I don't want a wife anyway. Women are not cooks.

No men have applied, Monsieur Alex.

Next, please.

I don't understand anyway why you applied there.

No, you will never understand that either. Anyway, I have that job right?

Assistant chef is not much. - They chose me.

You were already a real cook, weren't you? - Nothing for a dentist, yes.

High tea has no class at all. Even if it was the Last Supper.

I want to get ahead in the world. - How stubborn you are.

You can't talk to you. - Then don't bother.

You're a nice girl. - Do I sometimes have to go on stage?

Be quiet or you will get a wattle. Frank Belling wants to marry you.

You never told me that. - We said it was no use.

He looks pretty good. - It's a creep.

He comes from a good family. Your father says they are doing good business.

I don't want to marry him. - Don't you want to move forward?

Not in such an old fashioned way. I want to work for people with class.

Rich people have big houses, jewelry and fine clothes.

And good food. I want to be part of that.

'What you deal with', they say right?

I see. New boots? - And a new dress.

I want to be neat for my new job. - You're already throwing money around.

And you will earn less. - You will get your money.

That is the only thing that interests you. Not fun, but fair.

That's why I had to go to work and I was not allowed to become a teacher.

You wanted me out, didn't you? Now I do what I want ...

... and nobody will stop me.

What makes them? - Crème caramel, to test her.

She has no idea. Look at those clothes.

And then those boots. Totally unsuitable for the kitchen.

That you didn't get that job, Jean. Monsieur Alex seems to have gone mad.

He couldn't help it. He's not happy with it either.

I think there are secret influences at work.

What kind of influences do you mean? - I don't know, I'm just the kitchen maid.

But you should see her anyway.

A real slut, it seems to me. - She must be.

I like her. - Nobody asked you anything.

Don't talk out of turn. And step aside.

Who taught you that? - Just picked up from other chefs.

It must taste good. - No, it must be disgusting.

Just wait for it to cool. - Young lady, I see in a minute ...

... that it is not eatable. Like a shoe sole.

Too much protein and overcooked. Go help Ivy do the dishes.

No way, I'm not here to do the dishes.

I am an assistant chef, not a kitchen maid. Otherwise I will leave.

I thought for a moment that she would hit him.

It is immediately back on the street. - She belongs there too.

Yes, who is there?

Packing?

I brought this for you. Actually, that is not allowed.

But no one has seen me. Thanks, Maisie.

Mary. Sorry, Mary.

Actually Merri, but nobody knows that. I'll just go before they look for me.

What are you so afraid of? What do you think they will do?

Ever since I started here that Ivy has the dick on me.

Sometimes I would like to run away. - You should never leave yourself.

Without references you are nowhere.

Have you been fired? - I have not heard anything yet.

Horrible. - What are they saying in the kitchen?

You know them right? That you will be fired. Monsieur Alex talks to the housekeeper.

Own fault. Me and my big mouth.

I just have a short fuse. Idiot that I am.

Good that you stand up for yourself. He can't treat you like that, can he?

Arguing will get you nowhere. - I don't know yet.

My drunken uncle once threatened beat up my aunt.

She gave it a lot of wind from the front and he was as tame as a lamb.

And my uncle is a big guy. - Think about that when Ivy teases you again.

I would not dare. But I do think about you.

Leyton, I want to talk to you.

I don't see why me should waste my time ...

... to teach you something for which you have no talent.

But it has been said that it must.

Do you have anything to say? - I'm sorry you feel that way.

That's the way it is. - I just want a shot, as promised.

I didn't make any promises. - I was supposed to be on probation for a month.

I am aware of that.

Leyton, what do you think is the most important attribute of a cook?

I do not know. The stove, I think. - No, that's this here.

And after the smell comes the taste, the tongue, and then the eyes.

I understand. - I don't believe any of that.

You're a pretty girl. Why don't you do something else?

Why do you want to become a chef? - I don't know, that's what I want.

I do not know why, I just want it.

I can't do much but i would like to learn.

I want to work hard. Teach me anyway. I love to cook, I really do.

Please sit down.

Lesson one: cooking is not just a job ...

... it is an art form. And the kitchen is a studio.

To become a cook you have to work hard and persevere.

But you also need to have talent.

Nothing is worse than a bad cook. Then you can wash even better.

You have to start with a clean slate. Forget everything you have learned.

Yes, Monsieur Alex.

To begin with, everything has to be done clean, tidy and planned.

Well prepared simple food is the best.

But always use the best materials. Michelangelo used the best marble.

The only way is to choose everything yourself.

Even a potato.

Don't you have to work?

Now I show you my table the mise-en-place.

Every article must be in place. Salt box, pepper mill ...

... chef's knife, fork, palette knife and my storage bag.

It is also your job that clean aprons and cloths ...

... waiting for me.

Salt box, pepper mill, cutting board, knives, celery ...

... thyme, parsley, and bay leaf. - No, the bouquet garni belongs here.

And where is the bay leaf? - I was just doing it.

Good morning. - Good morning, Mr. Trotter.

Just about the menu: twelve guests are coming ...

... and I have Essex quail. - White wine goes well with that.

A solid wine. - Right, a Burgundy.

Montrachet, maybe from '89. - And at the Peches Rose de Mai?

For dessert, Mr. Trotter? - Excuse me.

The Johannesberger Auslese. - Very well.

Customize mal. Not bad.

You just forgot the freezing salt. - I will get it.

Never mind, I'm not going to make ice cream anyway.

You will learn in the coming weeks how to make dough.

You think you already know how to do that. - No, Monsieur Alex.

For pie dough, everything must be cold.

Do you have cool hands? Yes, that's a good start.

Always use a marble slab, it is also cool.

The water and the fat should also be cool.

Jean, would you want to grab a cooling plate?

Is there something wrong with your hands? - No, but I have them full now.

Let me make one thing clear: I work for Monsieur Alex.

If you want something done, just ask someone else.

Hello, Mr. Charlie. - Nice to see you again, Jean.

And how is the fair lady? - Very good thank you.

I wanted to thank Monsieur Alex for that delicious lemon sorbet.

I will pass it on. He'll like that.

Sorry, but I made that sherbet. - Really?

Do you really mean that?

My compliments.

And who may that be? - Charles Tyrell.

Lord Henry's Favorite Cousin. - Handsome guy.

If I were you I would be Mr. Charlie but just leave it alone.

Sorry, I was looking for Monsieur Alex. - There isn't one.

I had to write the dinner menu. - Lunch menu.

Mr. Trotter, do you know what's there? I can't read his handwriting.

Blanchailles. - Right. What kind of wine does this include?

Montrachet, perhaps? - Something lighter is also allowed.

A Chablis or a fresh Moselle. Piesporter Goldtropfchen ...

... or Trittenheimer Falkenberg.

How do you remember all that? - Exercise and experience.

And an innate interest in wine. I have also traveled a lot with sir.

Is he taking his butler on a trip? - I'm more like his charger on vacation.

What do you have to load? - I'll take care of his guns.

We often hunt partridges near Paris.

And then on wild boars in the Eifel.

At home we hunt pheasants. Sandringham, Chatsworth, Welbeck.

We don't often miss. Lord Ripon might shoot better ...

... but sir usually hits the mark. I can shoot quite well myself.

That talent is also hereditary, I think. - Did your father teach you that?

In this house it is an open secret that my lineage is shrouded in mystery.

My mother was almost certain of nobility. I don't want to brag ...

... but it does make a difference. - I can see that, Mr. Trotter.

For me there is little to brag about. My grandfather made the crown jewels.

And he was also an engraver. - That explains your beautiful handwriting.

I taught myself that from a book.

Excuse me, Mr. Trotter.

That's poor Mary. He really has a bad life here.

But what can you do about it? - I used to cry a lot too.

I was often too tired to stand. - I never had that as a maid.

I'll just grab my handkerchief.

What is it, Mary? - Nothing to worry about.

Weren't you off tonight? - I dropped a plate ...

... and then I had to wash off Ivy. So now she is free.

I am so nervous that I drop everything.

Are you going to say what's wrong? Is it just about Ivy?

Come on, get the thread with it. My Aunt Gwyn has pneumonia.

She's in the hospital. - Go over there. I'll finish this.

That's impossible? Moreover, it is far too far away.

Then rent a carriage. Here. - I can't accept that.

Of course it is, it's just money. Clean yourself up for a moment.

You really are an angel.

Would your aunt like a treat? - Surely.

I'll see if I can find something.

Look at that, a nice pie.

Take a look, and now get out of here. And don't talk to strange men.

I wouldn't dare, really. Thank you very much.

Why are you doing this, Louisa? We have two girls for this.

Mary is free and Ivy is sick. Nothing to worry about, right?

It's a matter of dignity. You are a cook, not a dishwasher.

No, it won't happen again. - Well done. Bon soir.

Bon soir, Monsieur Alex.

Who brought this up, Leyton? - I have done that.

How so? I want to know what for. - For Mary's aunt in the hospital.

So it was Mary. - No, it was my idea.

This is theft from your employer. - What gives such a piece?

Everything must be responsible. We'll talk about this tomorrow.

Are you completely ... - My best assistant chef.

My compliments to your cheese sticks. - Now you want to taste the rest too?

Very keenly noticed, young lady. A little something, for your cooking skills.

Thanks, but I don't want anything from you. - You seem like a girl with experience.

What do you think? Get out. - Sorry to startle you.

Please excuse me. - That remains to be seen. Rotate.

I am very dear to my parents. If you touch me I'm going to scream.

Until Lord Henry comes. Get out of here, I mean it.

Surely not? - Try it.

Splendid.

You look like a princess. - Cheeky butterfly.

I will not touch you. I swear on my life.

Can I sit down for a while? - You do what you can not resist.

You disappoint me. - You me too.

I thought you were a decent gentleman. But you are also all the same.

As if we exist only for your pleasure. And what happens if things go wrong?

Is that not arranged? - My soles, then you're on the street.

No references, no hope. Most of them are literally on the street.

Just ask. Many a whore started as a maidservant.

Recently a girl with a soldier. She ended up dead in the river.

I don't need a sermon on the problems ... - Caused by men like you.

I just wanted to talk to you. I mean that seriously.

Weird time, weird place and weird clothes if you ask me.

So I didn't ask you anything.

You know, I have a problem.

I wanted to fight in the war ... - Good idea, that makes sense.

But everyone is already in South Africa. They don't want amateur soldiers anymore.

Except to open the prom. That uprising in China seemed like something ...

... but Beijing is quite far away. To make a long story short:

I want to set up something here in London. A favorite cousin also has to leave one day.

But then I need someone. You know, to run the place.

And to take care of me a little bit. I was wondering if you would like to do that.

You are very energetic. You don't even know my name.

Louisa, right? Louisa Leyton.

I always make a quick decision. A small, secluded cottage ...

... carriage, clothing, staff. - Listen ...

A gentleman like you doesn't need that, does he? Everything neat, of course.

But of course you need a lady. I mean, I'm very flattered ...

... and very honored, but I wouldn't be of any use to you.

How do you know that? - Just, it's not what I want.

You may think it is crazy, but I want to become the best chef in England.

I'm not asking for more.

What a good idea.

Keep this as a gift between friends.

Allright then.

Thank you, Mr. Charlie. - Goodbye, Louisa.

Good luck.

Have yourself checked, Louisa Leyton.

Please come further.

Good morning, Leyton. - Mrs.

We need to have a serious talk. - Sorry, I didn't know it wasn't allowed.

I explained it to Monsieur Alex. - That there was a man in your bedroom?

That's right, ma'am. - So you don't deny it?

Of course not, it was Mr. Tyrrell. I threw out that cheeky butterfly.

He often visits like this, I hear. - You would have invited him yourself.

That would have been agreed in the kitchen. - Sorry, you misunderstood that.

I know who lied to you. Everyone keeps an eye on it ...

... and gets involved in everything. And you believe her?

Jean has been working here for a long time. - So it's her word against mine?

Okay, then I'll quit. Or shall we let Lord Henry decide?

Or we take Jean to Mr Tyrrell. Then we'll see.

Leyton, let's not to anticipate business.

Even in the neatest homes sometimes something happens.

It's up to us for such things to solve wisely.

Monsieur Alex leaves with confidence the kitchen to you ...

... if sir isn't there and he himself has a day off.

Considering the circumstances and your own honesty ...

... we can do everything but best forget.

Thank you ma'am.

I want to forget. On one condition:

Jean has to apologize where Monsieur Alex is present.

Here she comes.

I'm sorry I made a mistake about you. I would like to apologize for that.

Is it really? How nice. Thank you, Jean.

Well I ever have. Miracles do exist.

You consult this cash book every week and at ten o'clock you pass on the daily menu.

Even if it is for the staff? - Yes, but be frugal. No frills.

Unless Mrs. Catchpole asks for it. - I understand. I can do it.

I wish I had your confidence.

That little thing with that pie is forgiven, but not forgotten.

It will not happen again.

And as for Ivy and Jean: use your mind, not your mouth.

You stand your ground. You beat Jean.

But don't walk beside your shoes. Be a bit more sympathetic, more humane.

You don't just become a cook only a general.

Is the gentleman already coming back from Scotland? Unheard of. What could be wrong?

I don't know, Mr. Trotter. He's coming by train tomorrow.

The chandelier is gone for repair...

... and sheets are everywhere. - I'm sure you can.

And what about the food? We don't have a chef.

Could the Haslemeres cook? - She was taken to Yorkshire.

I have to consult with sir. - No time and no need.

We have the solution. Within.

You wanted to see me? - Oh no? She has no experience.

Indeed. Lord Henry returns from Scotland earlier.

There is a dinner on Thursday for ten people.

We would like you to cook then.

Heavenly dear, say. Can't Monsieur Alex come back?

He's with his sister in Spain and can therefore never be back on time.

Then I have to. I don't want to disappoint anyone.

That is possible at this time of the year not anymore?

Oyster cream? Is the 'r' in the month? It's fucking August.

Oh, dear.

Excuse me, ma'am. - What is it, Mary?

I have to tell you something. - Not now?

I saved up to pay you back. - That shouldn't have been ... Thanks, Mary.

My aunt is already doing better. - Not now, just go quickly.

Almonds, that's what it should be.

Take a look, Mr Trotter. What Do You Think?

According to Monsieur Alex you should always keep it simple.

Very well. With the soup I suggest Madeira.

Champagne with the turbot. Or at all corridors, that is also possible.

Richebourg for the black grouse. - That is a beautiful name.

A small vineyard. One of the best in Burgundy.

What is that with the pears? Château Die Quem?

Château d'Yquem, a dessert wine.

The glow of the sun matches the pears with lemon. We need five menus.

I can never do that in French. - What's wrong with English?

So we get up early tomorrow. - How so?

I have to go shopping. For this you have to have the best ...

... and you will have to achieve that yourself, until the last potato.

Here are the menus, Mr. Trotter. Can I take a look around here right away?

Of course, Miss Leyton. Your food will be served here.

Do you like it? - My goodness, yes.

Who are actually coming? Friends of Lord Henry, I think.

Would you like some Château d'Yquem? - Well, I'm not going to turn that down.

This one is from '79. Sir doesn't know that yet.

Nice to hear.

Just like honey. I taste that sun you talked about.

It must be well chilled.

Miss Leyton, I just wanted to ask you something. How do you want the truffles to be served?

Just in a clean white napkin. Thank you, Mr Trotter.

Very well. Whatever you want, Miss Leyton.

These are allowed through, Jean.

Dinner has been announced.

This can go on like this, Ivy.

Big girl.

Billy Tempest would be sixteen grouse and hit his sister-in-law.

And Daisy Warwick waves the American flag, for the tourists.

And guess what happened last week happened on Cowes.

I can be careful that's how I end up in prison.

Excuse me. - Clumsy silly girl.

Don't swear, you. - Stop it, it was an accident.

Mary, Ivy, tidy up that scale.

This one can go upstairs, Jean. Thank God I made a little extra.

There is not much left. - They must be hungry.

Love goes through the stomach, right? - It was kind of ordinary.

Not like Monsieur Alex. - It probably wouldn't have done better.

Thank you, Mary. Ivy messed up almost everything.

You are expected in the dining room. - It's not true, is it?

I haven't poisoned them, have I? - Shall we?

I can't help it, can I? Let Mrs Catchpole go.

They want to speak to the cook. - Gosh, I don't look like much.

What about my hat? Wait a minute. - You can get on with it, Miss Leyton.

What awaits her? - They don't shake things up.

Heaven, what do I look like.

He followed her home to Notre Dame. He went up the stairs to her room.

When he opened the door, he couldn't believe his eyes ...

Ready, Miss Leyton?

My chef is not here right now, so Miss Leyton has cooked.

Miss Leyton, come a little closer.

I wish the chef convey my compliments.

But instead may I congratulate you.

And I warmly congratulate you. Let me shake your hand.

Miss Leyton, here's a little something ...

... to show our appreciation for your dinner.

A regal gift of your future prince.

How beautifully you put that, if I may be so free.

Please say, Ivy. - Would you like some water?

Good heavens, Mr. Trotter. Why didn't you say anything?

That didn't seem like a good idea to Mrs Catchpole. - Indeed, I almost stayed in it.

Did he say anything else? - Just hold on.

Thank you all for the delicious food.

And then I got this. - Look at that.

This will help you feel better. Thank you, Mr Trotter.

Come on, come on.

To Miss Leyton and her staff. I would like to congratulate her ...

... just like the Prince of Wales.

That stings, say. This is my first champagne.

For me too. I'm still going to like it. Ivy, you are awful.

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