All language subtitles for Alice.in.Paris.S01E04.Aventures.en.Famille.1080p.Peacock.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.H.264-Lee@CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

- Since we missed
our first kiss,

Charlie and I,

we decided to take it easy.

We had lunch,

we went on a movie date

and we played like fools.

And then one day

it happened without warning,

Charlie and I

kissed each other.

It should have been

like an explosion,

like a tornado,

like a delicious moment.

But no, Charlie
had a weird taste,

it tasted like friendship.

And my absolute
taste is never wrong.

He liked me,

but he was not in love with me.

So I decided to speed
things up a bit.

I decided to bewitching.

I opened my recipe book

at magic and sorcery chapter,

and I found the recipe
for the lovable.

A little bit of toad's blood

mixed with butter and sugar,

wrapped around an apple.

It was perfect.

He liked it.

But he almost choked
like last time.

Failure.

I tried again, but this time

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Something liquid,

a magic flower that
infuses like tea.

A perfect love potion.

But it did not work.

He still tasted like friendship.

I needed something
really stronger.

So I went to La Commune.

A punch bar, specialized
in Caribbean magic.

He made me a cocktail.

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The perfect cocktail
to enchant him.

I asked Charlie for
a toast at sunset.

But Charlie refused to drink.

He said he understood.

Understood what?

He said "I think you're
not in love with me."

Huh?

What?

He said "Since we kissed,

you're avoiding me.

You're distant.

And I think you're scared."

I realized he was right.

I tasted like friendship

because I was scared.

He said "I'd rather wait
until you're ready."

And he left.

That day, my absolute
taste left me bitter.

Today, I'm at Mobilis in Mobili

to have dinner with my friends.

Here, you feel like the
captain of your own ship.

You can control everything.

What to put in your plate,

what part of the
world it comes from,

and how it's cooked.

This is the only custom
seafood restaurant

in the world.

I was exploring the ship,
when someone asked me

"Are you the new chef?"

I said "Yes."

On the first order, I was slick,

or almost.

Second order, I
couldn't finish it.

On the third order-

Well,

that was it.

Then the real chef exposed me.

He made magic in
front of my eyes.

My friends were there.

I wanted to say I was the one

making those incredible plates.

But when the real
captain showed up,

I had to beat it.

That day,

I was on vacation

in Antibes in the
south of France.

Here, Picasso drew more
than a thousand paintings.

Inspiration comes easily

when walking these
paved streets.

Me?

I wasn't looking for
inspiration to paint.

I was looking for
apricots to make pies.

And those were perfect.

Let's go!

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My aunt's bed and breakfast.

My aunt was going shopping

and she had given
me two missions,

make apricot pies for customers,

and babysit my four
little cousins.

The competitor,

the artist,

the princess,

the adventurer.

Whenever I was there,

they plotted against me.

So today to keep up,

I had a plan.

They were going
to make the pies.

I went to see the artist.

I told her that cooking was
more artistic than painting.

I challenged the competitor,

"I dare you to pit 60
apricots a minute."

Okay.

I told the princess
that I could teach her

other braiding techniques

with dough.

I went to see the adventurer

and told him that I heard

about the hidden
treasure in the garden.

My plan was really perfect.

Noah pitted apricots,

Esther put them on the dough,

Rachel was laying
down the breads,

and Rubin was bringing the eggs.

I need another one,

he said, "Okay!"

and his adventure began.

He crossed the forest,

overcame the river,

avoided the monsters,

and he found the treasure.

My plan was really perfect.

I sat there to
watch them and then,

I fell asleep.

The pies were made,

but the children
had disappeared.

Guys, where are you?

It was too quiet.

They were probably
plotting against me.

Well, I found them.

I don't know why the oldest
covered market of Paris

is called the rich
children market.

But to me,

it means a young, turbulent,
fast paced and playful place.

And that's exactly
what this market is.

Today,

I'm doing the groceries

to cook my friend's dinner.

Shopping here is the best,
but also really difficult.

You will get good ginger,

only if you have
directions for it.

You can find great olives,

if you have the patience for it.

You can buy delicious apricots,

if you can pick one.

I'm done with that big list.

What is that smell?

Wow.

Those sandwiches look amazing.

Allan makes them with the
best items in the market.

This is really a
gourmet sandwich.

Let me just write
down this guy's name.

Wait, what?

Oh, no.

I forgot half of my list!

Let's start over.

That day,

I was thinking about
my professional career.

I had come to Paris to seek
glory with my absolute taste,

but found out it had not worked.

I tried food critic,

but it wasn't paid.

I tried to be a guide,

but the market was full.

But today,

I had a new job.

I had become a delivery girl.

A BIM delivery girl.

And I had my first client.

Let's go!

On my way,

to the Bontemps pastry shop.

Wow.

I took the order.

She told me it was very,

very,

very,

very-

good?

Fragile.

Oh, okay.

You have to carry it by hand.

Nothing to worry about.

I am a pro.

I had 30 minutes to cross Paris

and without my bike.

Let's go!

And there I was,

and of course,
nothing had moved.

Told you I was a pro.

I said,

"Hello, thank you for choosing
BIM for your delivery-"

No way.

Worse,

he refused the delivery.

His loss.

Oh.

After four,

Montmarte becomes a playground

for the young and the old.

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sunbaths in front of Paris.

While kids' favorite sport

is hide and seek.

Today, I'm babysitting my
niece who lives in Montmarte.

The only problem is

I keep losing her.

But, don't panic,

I have a plan.

I'm going to set a kid trap.

Step one, the bait.

La Compagnie Générale
de Biscuiterie,

inspired by women who danced
French cancan in the past.

They make your biscuits
really worth the wait.

They are baked before
your eyes in six minutes.

So you can buy them

still hot from the oven.

Step two.

The trail.

She's always here to play

and she loves [foreign
language 00:11:33]

This is where her
best friend lives

and she loves almonds.

She loves the carousel

and she loves [foreign
language 00:11:44]

Here she is.

Oh no,

it's not the right girl.

During the summer days,

cycling Paris is by far my
favorite way to go around.

You see the city in a
totally different way.

And new roads are
not accessible.

Today,

I'm going to my
grandmother's place.

She lives next to [foreign
language 00:12:41]

I feel like trying a
new way to get there.

Let's go.

Nice view.

A good point.

A dead end.

At least I know it's there now.

Stairs.

Not exactly a good bike path.

But why is it so steep?

I will never ride that
dirty machine again.

La Juicerie.

My Mister K is cold pressed,

meaning bananas,

kiwis, and fennel

keep all the vitamins.

I feel like crossing
Paris again.

Grandma lives this way,

but I'm going to try this trip.

On Christmas day with my sister,

it's always the same.

When we open our gifts,

one of us is really happy

and the other a bit less.

A detective disguise,

seriously?

This time it was me.

On the next day,

we always make a [foreign
language 00:13:48]

Except this time,

Elsa forgot to buy cheese.

She said,

"Don't worry. We
got beam cheese."

Beam cheese? No way.

So, I left to buy
real raclette cheese.

I went to Shalako,

a genial cheese shop,

with a friendly team

and cheese selected
with passion.

And here is my raclette cheese.

Oh wow, a contest.

The cheese monger told me,

"Do you want to play?"

The prize is a
wheel of raclette.

Great.

So welcome to

who wants to win some cheese?

Here is the question.

What is the secret
ingredient in this cheese?

Chili, ginger, lemon or truffle?

With my absolute taste,

I guessed chili instantly.

Bravo!

This game's too easy.

But in fact,

there were 224 questions.

Whoa.

She asked me about every
cheese in the shop.

If it was goat milk or not,

if smoked cheddar was hot,

and if this one
tasted like apricots.

But she couldn't beat me.

I was born to play this game

Proof, it was the last question.

How old is this Gouda?

I was so sure of winning,

that I didn't even
taste the cheese.

I just smelled it.

36 months.

No, I was wrong.

I lost.

No way,

I had absolute taste,

but not absolute smell.

I wanted to play again,

but you can only play once.

Unless.

She said, "Hello, sir.

Do you want to play?"

Yes. Why not?

Yoohoo!

Paris is the city of
love for a reason.

Here, there are only couples.

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Without all those couples,

Paris wouldn't be the same.

Tonight, I have a date,

and I must choose the right
place for it to match.

He likes the opera,

but I prefer the theater.

He likes boats,

but I'm seasick.

He likes quiet places,

but I prefer busy streets.

He likes wine,

I like cheese.

Les Petits Crus,

this might be the good place.

Here, they carefully
choose rare cheese

and little known ones,

but they do one thing
nobody else does.

They make them match.

Each cheese is
married with the wine

that goes best with its taste.

I think this place matches
perfectly with my rendezvous.

Let's see

if my date and I match too.

That day,

when I thought I
was going to chill,

my sister invited
her new boyfriend,

Vincent.

Despite the secrete
admirer story,

Elsa and Vincent met again.

And for a few weeks
they had been dating,

but I totally disagreed.

Vincent was unreliable.

He was not sincere

and he was pretentious,

but my sister did
not believe me.

She was completely charmed.

I had to watch it all

and show her I was right.

It was going to be a good day.

At one point, Vincent told me,

"You were a tourist guide."

Yes. The best one.

"Do you know
Montmartre cemetery?

Do you know there is the
gravestone of a pastry chef,

and everyday students put
pastries on the grave?

If it disappears it's
because the ghost had them."

I said this is nonsense.

He said "Only the
true one knows."

The true what?

"The true Parisians."

I said,

I'll be back.

I would prove him wrong.

I went to the
Montmartre cemetery

I found the grave

and I found crumbs.

No way.

It's probably pigeons
who brought that here.

Pigeons will have
shortbread though,

nothing conclusive.

And then I went home.

And then,

I got a little scared.

Oh no.

When I came back,

I wanted to tell
him he was wrong.

But he spoke first.

Did you know that
in Abbesses square,

next to the wall of I love you,

there are raspberry that
grow even in winter.

It's the warmth of love
that come from this place

that creates a microclimate.

And that only very
few Parisians know.

I went to the
square of Abbesses,

I found the wall of I love you

and I found a raspberry.

No way!

It must be by chance.

But I found others.

I didn't want
Vincent to be right.

I made the evidence disappear.

When I came back, I
wanted to say what-

but I heard them talking.

He said,

"Does it really
work every time?"

And she said,

"Yes, I know my sister."

No way!

They made fun of me.

And then I saw them

and I understood.

They just wanted to
spend some time together.

So I left for new adventures.

Paris is the city of love,

but today for my friend Roda,

is the city of tears.

Her boyfriend had
to move out of town,

and she's really sad about it.

But I have a plan
to clear her head,

very small pleasures in
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[foreign language 00:21:00]

a beautiful street of Paris.

Wave to the tourists on boats.

A coffee shop with cats to pet.

Roda is allergic.

My last idea, look
at strange paintings

at the Picasso museum.

But why is it closed!

I have no more ideas.

And Roda is more
depressed than ever.

Oh come on. Seriously?

Hopefully Paris is on my side.

Le Mont du Bonheuer,

let's give it a try!

This pastry is made of
marron cream and meringue,

it's called a mont blanc.

But here, they
created a new kind.

They have new
flavors and colors.

It is delicious,

and more importantly,

Roda's smile is back.