All language subtitles for Alice.in.Paris.S01E02.The.Sweet.Life.1080p.Peacock.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.H.264-Lee@CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

- This one, no, this one, mmh.

Oh, this one, this!

That day I had dinner
with my friends.

It was great.

I prevent my sister from
cooking a Bim Pizza.

I asked Rhoda to
bring some good wine,

and I convinced Charlie
to make us some pizza.

And everybody gave a hand.

We were having a great time.

For dessert, I wanted
to make them try

the lemon pie that
changed my life.

Time to enjoy.

Uhm, uhm, uhm.

But I had to leave the table.

When I came back, my
lemon pie had disappeared.

I asked who had eat
it, but they all said,

"Not me, not me,

not me, not me."

One of them lied.

They started an argument,
but I said, "It's all right."

But it was not all right.

One of my friends was a liar,

and I was about to discover who.

I studied the crime scene

and according to the
culinary doctor, me,

they were all
potentially guilty.

So I went back to Larher Bakery

to get forensic evidence
and to investigate.

Let's go!

I went to see Rhoda.

I offered her the pie, but
she said she was on a diet.

She admitted she didn't
eat the first one.

She put it in her bag for later.

Hm, I get it, I
would do the same.

I went to see Elsa, I
offered her the pie,

but she said no too.

She confessed she
didn't like the dessert.

She had a bite to please me.

And then she gave it to Charlie.

Charlie!

I had my convict, confess!

"Yes, it's true, I
burned the pizza,

so I made a Bim Pizza instead."

Hm, interesting, and
for my lemon pie?

"I didn't eat your lemon pie."

My investigation was stalling.

No way, Charlie's cat
caught in the act!

"It's not me."

So you got absolute taste too?

"Yeah, what did you think?"

Saint-Germain-des-Prés,
my favorite neighborhood

turn towards excellent and
originality, just like me.

That day, I had to find a very
unconventional piece of food

to bring to a very
unconventional potluck.

And I knew just the place
where I could find that.

Bomar Butchery, they
serve the kind of meat

nobody else does.

The best steaks hibernate
for more than two years.

And some are even older than me.

The taste never changes.

It is perfect and it will
stay that way forever.

Oh no, Rhoda, she was
invited to the same potluck.

How could I be original now?

I started to spy on her to
see what she was about to buy.

I turned myself into
the invisible woman,

but so invisible
a guy ran into me.

So I used my super goggles.

Yes, she only ordered
ribs for next week.

I was going to be the
only one bringing stuff

from this butchery.

I was looking for the
good when I realized

it was a vegan potluck.

Bringing sausages to a
vegan potluck, that's me.

That's original.

That day, Elsa was depressed.

A week ago, her boyfriend,
Adrian broke up with her.

Since then she looked at
old pictures and she cried.

She re-read his love
letters and she cried.

And she was still eating
two BIM ice cream pot a day,

and she cried.

It had lasted too long,
I had to do something,

but I didn't know what.

So I went to see Rhoda.

She knew a lot about breakups.

She told me to cure Elsa, it's
going to take a long time.

Yes, it usually takes four
to five months of tears,

painful memories and
loneliness to recover.

And sometimes it never happens.

Or she had to meet another boy.

And in two days she
would be smiling again.

Here's a good solution.

I'm going to invent
the secret admirer

who will write her love letters
so she would smile again.

Simple, fast, efficient.

And I knew where to find
inspiration, at La Meringaie.

Their meringues are love
letters to gourmets.

I wrote, "Elsa, you are
as light as a meringue.

When I see you turn with grace,

I guess you're
tender on the inside,

but crisp on the outside.

I imagine you dancing on
a cloud of white cream.

Your malicious smile is like
the raspberry on the meringue,

it gives it sharpness.

You have the perfect harmony
of a delicious cake."

And I signed, "Your
secret admirer."

But she hated it.

She said, "A crazy guy thinks
I'm a meringue, whatever."

But my letter was perfect,
but I wasn't done yet.

I tried every style, romantic,

poetic,

geographic, but
it wasn't enough.

Worse, she even
warned the police.

Then, for my last attempt,
I let Paris inspire me.

These streets have
seen a lot of couples.

They heard every love words.

Paris whispered in my ear,
I wrote down everything

and signed, "Your
secret admirer."

You have mail.

"My sweet Elsa, every time
I cross your blood eyes,

my heart shrivels.

In Paris, love is at every
corner, join me there."

I had succeeded.

And then she told me, "Alice,
I have a secret admirer.

He writes me beautiful letters."

And she added, "I want to
have a little meringue."

Each time I take the train,

I love watching people
coming and going.

But what I like the most is
to get a preview of my trip

by going to eat.

Next to the North
station, there's a rock.

the restaurant of Paris.

Exchanging my money for
the local currency, kwan

already feels like traveling.

- [Man] Number 69.

- [Narrator] That's
an heavy ticket.

I'm getting oysters.

They are a faster way to get
through the seat on the train.

Oh no, 10 minutes
to catch my train.

The best way to get to
the station is to run.

The winds of the
North are against me.

The people of the
North are against me.

But the stairs of the
North don't impress me.

Oops. I'm just on time.

Oh no. I'm in the wrong station.

That day, I was
spending time with Elsa.

She told me she was in love
with her secret admirer,

except that her secret
admirer, that was me.

And I had a real problem because
when my sister's in love.

But all of this is a lie.

It was time for the secret
admirer to disappear,

and without breaking her heart.

And that was complicated.

I can't think when I'm hungry.

So I went to Pressing.

Here, chefs take turn every day

to prepare gourmet sandwiches.

Hmm, some curry sauce,
pickles, and fried chicken.

Yum. No way.

This can't be true.

Now that's enough.

I told her could not be in love

with someone she didn't know.

That's not possible.

She said she knew
exactly who he was.

With all that he expressed
in his letters and she added,

"We share the same
vision of love

and that's the most important."

There we go.

I was going to destroy
their shared vision of love.

The next day, I set a trap.

A letter was waiting
under a bench.

"My sweet Elsa, I have a doubt
about your vision of love,

so I propose a test.

If love was a pastry, would it
be a flaoune or a madeleine?"

To show her admirer
what she chose,

she had to go to the
fountain for the flaoune.

or to the statue
for the madeleine.

But who cares?

I had placed in both sides
the same breakup letter.

My plan was perfect.

Elsa shows the fountain.

"My sweet Elsa, for
you love is a flaoune

and I do not share
your vision of love.

Let's end that relationship
here and now, farewell."

Bye bye secret admirer.

Now I had to retrieve the
later from the statue,

leaving no trace.

Elsa, but why is she
going to the statue?

A short cut.

Too late.

Elsa found the other
breakup letter.

I was afraid she wouldn't
understand my slide of hand

but it was worse.

She had written a
letter to the admirer.

"You told me in your letters,

love is tender as a madeleine
and tasty as a flaoune."

Really, I said?

"The solution to
your test work both.

You and I we fully
understand each other.

I'm ready to meet you."

I had a real, big problem.

That day, I stopped in front
of the wall of I love yous,

it was a good starting point
for a romantic rendezvous.

Because that day I had
a date in a secret bar.

A date in a secret bar?

I was really excited.

The address is simple,
the witch passage.

What do you mean
unknown address?

Oh yeah, of course,
it's a secret bar.

But I had my map.

Climb 47 and a half stairs.

It's that way, go
behind the mail.

Then enter the witch territory
and go around her rock.

That rock was so weird, I
instantly knew it was here.

I was ready, I got
to love portions.

The wizard of that place is
good at enchanting people.

And that night I wanted
to enchant someone.

That day, the bite that
Charlie was about to swallow

was going to change our
relationship forever.

Three weeks earlier, Charlie,
my sister's best friend

had discovered I
had absolute taste,

and he wanted my help
to develop his own.

He was cute. I said, yes.

But he couldn't
distinguish anything.

It was taste dumb.

So I took drastic measures.

Morning, physical training.

Afternoon, flavor theory.

Evening, tasting.

Let's go.

Physical training, time
to develop your jaws.

To really explore a
taste, you have to chew

or bite five times.

Otherwise you didn't
really try it.

So you'll have to
get solid jaws.

Hum!

Theory of taste.

I went for a complete course
on chemistry of cooking,

he didn't get it.

Me neither.

Tasting.

A good exercise is to
try tomato with nothing.

Then with salt, then with oil,

then lemon and then altogether

you can understand the
principles of seasoning.

It's only the beginning.

After weeks of training,
Charlie was ready for a test.

I took him to RAW.

Their chef only
prepares raw products,

that means cooked under
40 degrees to match

the perfect ingredients and
get the richest flavoring.

Charlie had to tell me
the aromas of his dish.

He said pepper, no. Arg!

He was really taste dumb.

But he admitted he
did it on purpose

to spend more time with me.

He said he made me signs,

but he didn't see mine.

It was all right, we
understood each other now.

And then, Elsa said, "Did
you guys make some progress?

Yes, for sure that
day, Charlie and I,

we had made some progress.

I'm so late, I'm so
late, I'm so late.

In Paris there are
clocks everywhere

to remind you that
you are always late.

Aversion never go out
without perversion,

but today I didn't
have time for anything.

I didn't have time to shower.

I didn't have time for coffee.

I didn't have time
to brush my hair.

I didn't have time to
look myself in the mirror.

I didn't do my morning sport.

But I will have
time for breakfast.

It's a guarantee for a great
day after a catastrophic work.

At Huguette, their delicious
muesli is served all day.

Mmh, someone listening.

Let's take the lead and
eat my lunch right now.

Mm! Ah!

I'm so late, I'm so
late, I'm so late.

I love the street of Paris
at the beginning of spring.

Nature wants to express herself.

It grows out of the walls,
the gutter, the pavement.

But people keep
putting it behind bars

and cutting it out.

Today, I want to see nature,
but I can't find it anywhere.

Where are the flowers?
Where are the birds?

Where are the ?

I need to escape.

Spring has to start somewhere
and this is my first clue.

It's not the jungle yet,
but we're getting there.

I can see nature
takes its course.

Here, the this is where
nature took shelter.

This coffee place
is a flower shop.

I mean this flower
shop is a coffee place.

I decided to take a
seat here for a minute

and get a very spring like cake.

I had my shot of nature and
now I can see that nature

is starting to win over Paris
and that for the better.

Three weeks ago, Charlie and
I almost kissed each other,

but each time a new chance
came up, we missed it.

Because we didn't dare,
because we didn't get it.

And last time when
everything was fine,

we could not do it.

We had doubts.

But tonight's date
will be the right one.

I was sure because I had a plan.

I went to Karamel.

Here, you can find
caramel under any form.

To please Charlie, I bought a
box of his favorite caramel.

I wore a pretty dressed
to melt his heart

and we met at the
tower at sunset.

Our hands will touch,
our eyes would meet.

And then, I had 30 minutes
to take him up there.

Upon arriving, I wanted to
tell him I had a surprise,

but he also had one.

He had planned a
romantic picnic.

Oh no.

We'll never have
time for my surprise

and I wasn't hungry at all.

And then he told me
I had a pretty dress.

So I figured we could hurry.

The dinner was really delicious,
the time passed quickly

and Charlie was eating slowly.

Worse, he lit a candle
for after sunset.

Time to cut this dinner short.

When he turned around, there
was nothing left to eat.

I said, I'm not hungry anymore.

I'd like to see the top
of the tower. Wanna come?

All the food was in my bag.

Let's go.

Here, we were at the
top of the tower.

And Paris was our feet.

We waited a little,
Charlie was still hungry.

And then the time came.

I opened the box of caramel
and they were no more.

I did not understand why.

It was okay. I went for him.

And then I understood why,
he ate all the caramels.

So I gave him some time.

The sun was coming down.
Charlie was chewing.

The sun was still coming down,
Charlie was still chewing.

The last ray of sunshine
was disappearing.

Then he swallowed all at once.

It was the moment, he
said, "I can't breathe."

I said, "Yes, I'm a
bit nervous myself."

That day, we still didn't
have out first kiss.

It's gonna be all right.

One century ago

used to be Paris
biggest dumpster.

on trash mountains.

This park is now a
runner's paradise.

Rhoda my friend comes
here all the time,

her record on this
track is 30 minutes.

I'm about to do 29.

- [Man] Let's go.

- [Narrator] This morning,
run is going great.

I have a good rhythm.

This doesn't look like the way.

This is definitely not the way.

- [Man] You are almost there,

give all you have.

- First, the right way,
now spring to gotcha.

Oops, why is it so stiff?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

bakery?

I think I'm going to get
a little pastry here.

Mm, I think I'm going to
buy this bread from here.

Wow!

I had never seen such a thing.

Bread made by hand, baked in
Paris last standing wood oven.

It survived the two world wars.

I want a good address.

- [Man] You lose, you did
not beat Rhoda record.

She keeps the first place.

- [Narrator] Oh, Rhoda.