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Yes, please?

(EPICURO Magazine)

Loretta?

Mr. Vandeveer, let me explain...

Too late for explanations!

- She is fired! - But Mr. Vandeveer!

Open the door for me, Loretta ... I am so sick and tired of you!

You damn fat bastard!

Beecham.

Beecham.

Beecham.

Why do I always have to call her three times?

Here I am, Mr. Vandeveer...

I thought I told you to kick Loretta out.

That girl has been working here for 3 years....

Didn't I tell you that I found a jar of peanut cream on her desk?

No, no... no-no...

No, no worry - I don't want to see paper cups here

Peanut cream, Beecham!

What was he doing on his desk?

Skeffington, what the hell is this?

It is a new idea of mine for the January cover, Sr. Vandeveer.

This monstrosity would not stimulate the appetite

Of a starving boa constrictor...

I want meat, wretch, meat!

Or I will give you a passport to Totos, which is where you belong!

Oh ... just great, dear.

It only lacks a little on top.

Beecham...

Take away a star to Sheik Auguste.

I have told him a thousand times that this is not is the way to do things in this house.

- Oh, Mr. Vandeveer! - What is it, Bussingbill?

Believe me, I have a bombshell for the Easter edition.

How do you feel about recreating the menu of the Last Supper?

You said it, a bombshell.

Without a doubt, Bussingbill.

It is the most tasteless suggestion, vulgar and macabre

I have ever had the misfortune to hear.

What should I expect next-I wonder!

Ghandi's cookbook?

I wonder what on earth Jesus had eaten at the Last Supper.

If it was something more exotic Than mustard with cheese...

maybe it could come out on the second page.

I don't want to see jars in my kitchen!

Oh, I'm going to try this, Soong.

Write her a letter to the Queen.

With the usual protocol.

"If His Majesty permits me..."

"can be assured I have done the impossible..."

"to serve a truly brilliant dinner."

"with the hope that after 40 years..."

"my father may be forgiven for not presenting..."

"Wally Simpson to his poor uncle."

"and if he's trying to give me a small token of appreciation..."

"allow me to suggest..."

"the Barbados Islands."

And finally, "...His humble and loyal..." and all that junk

It is simply delicious! What was it?

My lunch! I know that, but other than that....

Yandze.

- In Italian. - Wheat seeds with peanut cream.

It is almost 11 o'clock Mr. Vandeveer. You have a doctor's appointment at 11:15 a.m.

Say no more! I feel immortal today!

Even so, Mumbala is waiting for us outside in the car.

I don't care -- even if they were waiting for 20 people...

Disavow it!

Where are my coffee and brioche?

He knows I can't do without it in the morning

In the car Sir.

Be careful, Lumumba!

- It's called Mumbala! - It is the same...

Stop murmuring

Why didn't he fill my little bottle?

Look at my walnut jar! Completely empty!

He should not eat nuts.

Nonsense! ¡A little bit of dried fruit Doesn't hurt anybody!

The vegetarian restaurant "The Potting Shed" on Oxford Street

is perfectly situated for our operation.

- I'll be back in a minute. - All right.

The question is: Will these vegetarians sell themselves to cowboys?

Hello!

- An American! - Hello!

Can I be of service to you, sir?

Rice salad is the special dish of the day.

Oh, no thanks. I was just stopping by to say hello.

- It is well put together this little place! - Yes.

- Many thanks! - We will be close by!

I just bought the place on the side!

Oh, really?

Yes, Lord!

Cowboy Pete's Texas Hamburguer. One hundred percent pure meat.

Por please, Lord. No so loud.

Meat! The Texas meat!

I am Ranger Pete!

Hello!

Hello everyone! Hi old lady!

Hello!

Yes Gentlemen! We are going to open a butcher shop right here on the side.

- What will it sell? - Hamburgers!

Do you know why the meat from Texas is so fresh?

The hamburguers he will eat today were this morning at the slaughterhouse.

- This is our motto. - My God.

Don't worry. We will do it so well That when we kill the beef ...

you won't even hear the hammer go pumm!

Nothing at all.

Goodbye, Madam!

She still plans to settle here.

- Next door. - Indeed.

- I will be his neighbor. - Yes, clear.

All right, I have to go now.

When we are settled, you will visit me and ...

You will chew pure fat!

Don't worry about the clothes. We will give you a plastic apron.

Well... bye, partner!

See you anon!

And the answer is: Yes!

Somewhere you should lower this table.

Come on, Lumumba. What more does he want!

Don't argue! Help me!

Ahh, Maximilian!

Kudos for punctuality.

My name is Mr. Vandeveer.

And I don't like to be called by the proper name...

By someone putting their fingers in the butt.

But go figure.

And I'm sure you don't mind similar experience.

Very good.

Mr. Vandeveer...

I have bad news for you, perhaps....

maybe it would be better... That we talk in private.

- We are alone. - Yes ... of course.

Eh, here, I...

I checked his tests, and...

- Doesn't he want to take off his coat? - Why?

By any chance can your diagnosis cause a change of climate?

Mr. Vandeveer, your health is not very good.

That is why I came to you and not to my cook.

Tell me Dr. Deere, How much time do I have left to live?

This is up to you.

I am glad to know that it is not up to you

Mr. Vandeveer...

You are sick with gout...

Liver hypertrophy...

Duodenal ulcer...

Irritable colon...

has a weak heart and severe stiffening of the arteries.

And you suffer from these diseases Because she is too overweight.

And if he does not take immediate steps to lose at least half of his weight

Will die in the next 6 months!

Doctor, there is no need to make it so tragic.

Mr. Vandeveer, you have gone too far in many things, now you have to reduce...

Reduce?

I am like this Because I have earned my weight.

They are a work of art. Created by the world's best chefs.

Every gram is a brushstroke.

And the lipids it contains.

And every liter of wine.

In short, dear Doctor, in my present form...

Are a masterpiece.

Mr. Vandeveer...

unless you drastically moderate your culinary habits

It is very likely that She will die very soon.

Dear Doctor.

deprived of everything I love...

what makes you think that he wants to live?

Let's get out of here, Beecham.

Goodbye, Doctor. We will see each other again. don't doubt it

I hope so for your sake... Mr. Vandeveer.

And now we go to the Royal Grill.

The Royal Grill? Why?

Surely you have heard of it? they call it lunch.

But if it is barely 11:30!

If I had wanted to know the time, I would have looked at Big Ben...

Mr. Vandeveer! You heard the Doctor!

Louis Kohner even though he is Swiss,

Is the best cook in England.

The day I stop eating his dishes...

One of them will be dead!

Royal Grill, Lambaaa...

And quick, before I lose weight to eat nothing.

Thank you.

I'll take this one, thank you.

- ¡Martha! - ¡Harmond!

- Are you my driver? - Follow me, Miss.

Last call for Lufthansa passengers of flight LH49 to Hannover

immediate boarding from door 42.

Driver-is this the right way?

London is on the other side!

What are you doing? Get me out of here!

Driver.

Hello?

Can you hear me?

I cannot speak louder!

Somebody is...!

Ahh!

Wonderful!

Are you all right, Max?

Louis, everything is perfect... Really perfect

An exquisite treat for my palate.

The oysters with crema y champagne lifted my spirits.

And the Carie Danielle always full of unexpected surprises.

Cheese.

You see, this is one of the smartest...

I have ever eaten in my life.

- Do you want to choose the cheese now? - By God, no!

They told me that I have to be careful about my diet.

If so. come with me I will show you something.

Bernard.

But what are you showing me?

Tell me-what do you think of these?

Magnificent. Where did you find them?

In Trafalgar Square, where else.

Max. Where do you think I found them?

From Mrs. Fortisque, of course!

It has the best pigeons in the world.

Impressive, Louis.

When His Majesty has tried Your fruit-roasted pigeons...

will forget about the dinner from last year, que however,

I must admit that it was truly exquisite.

Keep stirring When you add the butter!

Oh my goodness! What a disaster!

Max, by the way, I wanted to thank you for choosing me to prepare the Royal dinner

It will be a great day for all of us.

And also for Natasha.

I don't know her. Who is she?

- Is she great? - Natasha? ¡Ah!

She is the best pastry cook in the world!

Yes, yes, definitely. But is it appetizing?

Sorry, old cook.

Fat ... 50 years old, and with a face like pudding.

Stop! You can't go in there!

Dear Auguste, What are you doing in London?

Would you mind talking with proper manners?

You. piece of cheese fat gone bad!

It's better now. How did you dig me up?

Everyone knows that you have such bad taste to come to eat in a place like this!

Louis, you may already be familiar with Auguste Grandvilliers.

Who let this-this ... this ... pile of French junk into my kitchen?

Excuse me, I tried to stop him!

Next time shoot him in the legs!

How could you do this to me, Max?

You are ruining me.

But what are you talking about?

- About this! - Hmm?

Of your stupid and filthy revistucola!

The most fabulous dinner in the world Prepared by the most prestigious chefs!

But Auguste Grandvilliers does not appear!

Why doesn't Auguste Grandvilliers!

Because I wanted to highlight the most fabulous dinner...

And not the most overrated.

What do you know about that?

You... you criticize!

You. have never cooked anything!

Dear friend, one does not have to know how to cook eggs to know that they are rotten.

It is.

How could you choose Louis Kohner, a Swiss meat-burner?

Auguste, I did not choose Louis for his fillets but for his pigeons.

His pigeons?

His pigeons suck!

I wouldn't feed them to him even my cat!

I spit on it--on its pigeons!

So if you spit at my pigeons....

I spit at you!

Yes!

But he's crazy!

I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!

Throw him out of here!

I have to kill you!

What do you think of this?

Mushrooms? Not bad, given the time of year.

- Hello, Nat! - Ah, you! Yes...

I was thinking it was white trafficking.

Hei! is it by any chance a crime For a husband to see his wife?

Ex-husband, ex-wife and perdón...

I happen to have a very important appointment

Yes, I read about it. Congratulations, Nat!

Not everyone has the privilege of cooking at Buckingam Palace.

I wish I could be there too.

I'll send you an ashtray. Can I go now?

Just a minute -- I want to show you something.

Robby, they call this kidnapping!

Of course, this fits perfectly with your other remarkable qualities.

Like adultery.

Let us not forget adultery.

Come on, Nat, you can't call a simple skid

With my secretary, adultery.

And what would you call it? Shorthand?

But I don't even remember his name!

Vikky. With two "kappas," and no bra.

Why the hell don't you come down so I can show you something?

How is your store doing of junk food?

- What is it this time, chicken burgers? - No... omelet!

Artificial, dehydrated, or are they sent by mail?

One hundred percent fresh

Opening a Chinese franchise, omelet bistros throughout Europe

London, Paris, Rome, Venice, Copenhagen and hopefully Brussels.

Good for you. You will invade Hitler's own territories.

Yes but ... what do you think?

Painful, in the whole concept!

And if I am not mistaken, you will do what you want despite my opinion.

Of course. You never believed In my plans.

No, it is your lack of ethics regarding eating that I can't stand.

What happened to the "Delicious Fish" chain?

I sold it to a Colombian industry for three million dollars.

And that Soul kitchen chain in the South. What was its name?

- Taste of Chile. - What an inspiration!

National cuisine -- really.

And what are you going to call them of omelets? The Cholesterol Hut?

Come here.

This time I outdid myself.

Are you ready to hear it?

"H. Dumpty."

- "H. Dumpty." - Yes, Humpty Dumpty

And what are you going to call the omelets? Hum-ans?

Humpty Dumptys specialty.

Robby.

You see Robby-if you could.

you would feed the whole the world plastic pizzas

And why not? The world loves pizzas!

Dear, your people like wine,

the sauces, and the delicacies Of your cookbook...

But in the real world, people have four children and only $1.89 to feed them!

Another soldier in the war against poverty.

Nonsense, Robby!

1.89? It doesn't have to be rubbish.

A good tortilla gives no more trouble than making a bad one.

Of course, that's why I'm looking for

A Famous Gourmet, so that he can promote me.

Ah! We've finally gotten to the point, haven't we?

- What are you talking about? - You may not have thought about me.

To you? Are you crazy? There are hundreds of cooks to think of before you.

Robby, for nothing in the world could you convince me -- absolutely.

All right -- all right, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I said that. I promise you. I give you my word, I will never say it again.

All right, this is my final offer.

You will not have to cook, nor expose yourself.

The only thing I want Is a picture of you hanging on the wall.

With a blouse, smiling.

And why not Vikky-no blouse?

Nat. if you don't want the job, that's fine, but don't be ironic.

- Why did you do that? - Did what?

Let her use my kitchen?

Natasha.

Gorgeous as always!

Stop flattering me, Max, rather tell me Where is the suite you promised me.

- Let's forget about the suite for now. - Max.

Come with me, we cannot keep the queen waiting.

You got married to him Without my permission.

If you remember, the day you left him, I sent you a divorce obsequiousness.

It must not be so good to be with a man who has only birds on his mind.

Do you think he was born of a woman like the rest of us?

Or that it appeared from a bag of instant soup?

Max.

You need to take good care of the presentation, and be careful about the right time to serve.

Careful with the oven, that you don't overcook the meat.

Hey you people, you should be ashamed!

Do you call these mushrooms?

They suck!

I'm a shitter!

Easy... Louis.

In 30 years, no I have never seen such painful mushrooms!

Will you calm down, Louis? Take it easy!

They are imperial mushrooms, the best on the market.

Imperial? They are not imperial!

They have deceived you!

Well ... it may be but ... is that there was a lot of demand....

I don't care, these suck!

Yes, but cooked well, they might...

Nooo, I should have gone and bought them.

You must be Natasha O'Brien

Max told me you were ugly and fat.

So cute!

He told me you were gay.

You have no idea how much you turn me on.

Just smelling you makes my head spin.

- Blackberries, vanilla, almonds! - Fred?

Yes, Miss.

Your arms glisten with perspiration.

The shiny arms drive me crazy.

Good morning, Beecham!

How have things been going lately?

- Mr. Ross, long time since I've seen him - Just as well

Mr. Ross is here.

He says to go ahead and pass.

Did he actually say that?

Not exactly.

Who will it be, the king of junk food?

Hi, Max!

How is your business doing?

American Plastic Foods.

American Fast Food, Max.

I am very sorry.

How many naive and smiling children...

did you poison this week?

My God, Max. Every day you get fatter, you look like a pig!

Have you heard from any doctors?

Yes, and it gave me five minutes of life.

Therefore, we do not have much time to talk.

Five minutes is sufficient.

What new abomination Are you promoting now?

Omelette.

And what are they made of? Of used ping-pong balls?

Cooked under strict sanitary conditions.

A health omelet?

But what's the use?

To clean the dishes?

Oh, for God's sake, Max!

I give the people what they want!

Nonsense!

All you are giving them is nothing more than nitrates, phosphates, and MSG.

You are poisoning the workers.

Damn barrel, since when you care about the workers!

If you could avoid him, you wouldn't put the tomato in the gazpacho either!

You are an agonizing caste, Max!

Definitely.

Can we come to the grain?

The issue is that I need a cook of prestige to approve the operation.

- Can you think of anyone? - Sorry.

I run a magazine-not a brothel.

Well ... you can't say that it was fun.

You can try Louis Kohner.

He is now in the Palace of Buckingham...

Trying to seduce your wife.

Oh, excuse me--your ex-wife.

In the end you always get here, you just want her all to yourself, don't you?

Of course I want it!

You had it physically...

I had his wisdom...

His sufflés, his cakes, her crepes...

She is an artist.

While I was giving her a living canvas...

All that you offered her ... were reproductions...

You have convinced me.

I will take your advice, Max.

I'll call Louis Kohner right away.

The soup is ready!

It's your turn, Louis!

Oh my goodness!

Get out of the way!

Come on, open the oven! Quick, quick!

Pass me the fork!

Ready, get it out!

Get them all out! Quickly, quickly!

Natasha! Come, I need you!

Get the trays ready!

Natasha, my dear!

You'll have to put the sauce on!

This is complete chaos!

Where is the salad!

What about the salad?

Gently!

Watch out for the queue!

Don't ruin the skin! Hurry!

Louis, it smells divine!

What? Logical, and it tastes divine!

Hurry up! Getting cold.

Put the salad on them.

Quick, quick, quick!

I want them to present themselves as well as they know how.

What pigeons! They are magnificent.

Like an impressionist painting.

Kandinski, the brilliant Matisse, you know.

That's it.

Wonderful!

Truly wonderful.

Congratulations, Chef.

Don't just stand there!

Serve them up! Quickly, quickly! Before they get cold!

Wait a minute!

I think I forgot something. I'm sure.

The pigeons, the puff pastry, the punch, butter, truffles, and...

The truffles? Will I have put them in?

Yes, yes, I put them... maybe the cognac...

Oh, what will I have forgotten?

Oh my! Did something go wrong? Take him away!

Natasha.

Tell me, will everything have gone well?

Will you be able to reserve your nervous breakdown?

Now it's my turn. Will I have put everything in?

It is ready, serve it!

- Sir...! - Shh-shh-shh...

Ladies and Gentlemen.

A certain lady would like to thank someone.

Louis...

Natasha.

His Majesty would appreciate it That you present yourselves in the dining room.

He wants to thank you, personally.

Oh-oh!

Oh my goodness!

Oh, Louis!

Louis. Louis... you are wonderful...

- Not so fast...do you like it? - Give me more...

Give me more... more!

- Of course you like it, you are my inspiration. - Yes...

You are amazing-you are divine.

I really enjoy watching you.

Au, little dog, you bit me!

I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. It's too good.

- Oh, Louis! - It went well at the palace today.

You and I together are exceptional.

What are you doing?

I'll eat your sauce.

I like it-I like it, I like it.

I hope the wine is to your liking

Sure ... sure ...

Ah... well

You answer, no one knows I am here.

Hello?

It is for you.

Hi, Nat, it's me! Oh, Robby!

How did you know I was here?

It was not difficult, child. Just put two cooks together and...

But what are you thinking about?

Now we are sitting here, fully dressed...

eating snacks and exchanging recipes.

Don't you believe me? Absolutely!

All right, it's not like that. We are flirting.

Ah, I can imagine.

But why did you call me?

I am leaving tomorrow for Brussels. and I wanted to say goodbye.

Hello.

Oh, Nat. Maybe when I come back, we can go to dinner, or see a show.

Robby, this is not a good time to make an appointment. Hi.

Ah, Nat. One last thing to ask you maybe you could help me, if you don't mind?

What?

Ask Kohner if he would like to work as a Cook Counselor in H. Dumpty.

- Louis? - Yes?

My ex-husband wants to know.

If you would like to work as a Counselor Cook in a chain of omelet stores.

But not even dead!

Robby? He would rather die!

Louis...

Louis...

Sleep. It's barely 7:30.

This now does not exist.

There is nothing before 9:00 a.m.

I'm going to turn on the oven.

Listen-when you wake up. I'll serve you breakfast.

- Fabulous breakfast. - Mmm, fabulous idea.

Doubly fabulous.

Good morning, Mr. Cat.

You caught a mouse, didn't you?

I'll serve you breakfast in a minute.

Wait a moment.

Mmm, that smells good, Louis.

Whatever you are doing down there go ahead.

Do you want a hand, Louis?

I squeeze oranges, make coffee?

Louis?

Whatever it is, it smells at the ready.

In fact, I will say more, I think it is burning out.

Ah... Ms. O'Brien.

Will you please take a seat?

This is Inspector Blodgett.

And this is Sergeant Doyle.

Ms. O'Brien. when you opened the door of the bakery and saw the state of Mr. Kohner's ...

which, according to the autopsy, was deliberately grated.

What did he think?

I didn't think about anything. I was very impressed.

Have you thought about who was responsible, Miss O'Brien?

It may have been one of the cooks

who work for Mr. Kohner, for example?

- I doubt it. - Why?

Because Louis would never hired anyone who cooked so badly.

Ms. O'Brien.

Do you know a certain Auguste Grandvilliers?

He claims to be French Chef.

Of course I have heard about him.

He had a discussion with Mr. Kohner, quite heatedly.

Witnesses stated that he attacked Mr. Kohner.

With a knife.

- But...this looks promising. - Yes.

But we haven't found it yet.

Can we infer that you spent the night with Mr. Kohner?

It can be inferred.

Is it possible that he met another person Mr. Kohner?

There was no one else here....

What about the phone? Did you get any phone calls?

No, I don't rico...

Yes, Miss O'Brien?

He seems to have remembered something.

Nothing important.

Why don't you let judge me.

Here-there was a phone call, but it was to me, not to Louis.

Whose?

Tell me who called Miss O'Brien?

None that would be of interest.

Tell me the name!

Robert Ross.

Robert Ross, my ex-husband.

I hope you understand...

that I don't enjoy of this kind of thing, Miss O'Brien.

Shit!

He's crazy if he thinks that I enjoy seeing murders

I was crying and very afraid.

On the other hand, he would not be a policeman!

He may be right.

But he is mistaken if he thinks that we would not be interested in Mr. Ross.

I find Mr. Ross instead very interesting.

However you forget it, early this morning he left for Brussels.

That's why he called me last night.

Good morning, someone told me that Natasha O'Brien was in these parts. I'm Robert Ross.

Mr. Ross.

How nice of him to stop by.

Nat. I've been looking for you everywhere.

I heard what happened.

- But didn't you have to go back to Brussels? - I never left, I didn't wake up!

Hey, Nat. they're not going to think that it was you, or will they?

No, Robby-not anymore.

"THE QUEEN'S COOK COOKED"

Imagine the impact it will have at the Palace.

The person responsible for this should be a cook.

- Hi, everybody... Hi, Nat. - Robby.

Beecham, search him!

No matter what you said to the police. I think it was you.

Thank you. Also the police...

However, according to Agatha Christie, they must have evidence.

What kind of perverse to kill a cook?

It could be someone like you, Max.

Don't be ridiculous, it certainly wasn't me!

Only an amateur would cook something Swiss...

In a 230°C oven.

For God's sake, Max!

Don't you feel even a little bit sorry for what happened?

I am really sorry, believe me!

Where do I go for lunch now?

I thought you appreciated that!

Of course I appreciated it!

And I would like to find out who committed such a barbarity.

Beecham, book Miss O'Brien a flight to Venice for today.

Venice?

Wait a minute, Max! I don't want to go to Venice!

Of course you want, honey, everybody wants.

Have you already forgotten that you have to interview

Fausto Zoppi, for the magazine?

Please, Max--send another one.

Nonsense. You are going to do the interview...

You will get the recipe, and you will bring me one of those delicious lobsters.

- Oh, Max. - Mr. Vandeveer...

¿What are you still doing here ?

Get the plane tickets. Run, run!

- And a room in the Danieli. - Max?

- A suite in the Danieli, Beecham. - Robby.

And first-class tickets, round-trip return in the big silver bird.

For no reason will I go to Venice!

If you don't go, honey, I will ruin your reputation.

I will tell everyone that your whipped cream caused me indigestion.

Have I made myself clear, or not?

Fish--must always be fresh

It has to be the freshest...

The intention of my kitchen...

is to bring out the flavor essentials of foods.

My sauces never hide.... they manifest themselves!

Mr. Zoppi.

Fausto.

Do you come here often?

Daily. Lobsters cannot be stored for more than one day.

Afterwards they begin to suffer, and the flesh hardens.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

- I didn't know this about lobsters.... - Why would he have known that?

It is enough for me to know.

After all this, what more can I tell you?

Except that it is very beautiful.

What vegetable is this?

- Ah, it's chicory. - Aahh!

Put your hands back, you pig!

- What happened? - The man pinched me!

Oh, no, he's wrong.

Then who did it? A lobster?

- It was me. - Was it you?

Of course.

Could you explain to me why Italians like pinching so much?

To ascertain the consistency of the meat.

Excuse me, don't you first taste the melonium the cabbages? To a woman you pinch her!

And you get away with pinching women?

Of course, I check them first...

I suppose you already know what happened to Louis Kohner.

Oh, Madonna, what a tragedy!

I loved that man.

I am unbelievable in bed-unbelievable.

- Tell me, Mr. Zoppi... - Fausto.

Fausto.

Why are we eating here and not in your restaurant?

Because I close for lunch on Tuesdays.

On Tuesdays I go to test the competition.

And today we paid a visit to my dear friend Giancarlo Montebianchi.

But if he didn't eat anything!

Do you think I'm capable of putting in my mouth anything from Giancarlo's kitchen?

Zoppi eats only what Zoppi cooks.

And why did he order so much?

If I had not ordered, he would have thought that I was not hungry.

I have a great body -- fan-tastic.

You will enjoy touching me... Cheers!

Please continue Fausto.

Yes-what was I saying?

Something about his body.

Ah, yes-now I remember.

My body? Ah, my body!

My body -- lying beside yours.

They were designed to be together.

Ah, you make it sound great, Fausto.

Great!

I would kiss your breasts...

As the sun kisses a...

A ripe tomato.

- Tomato? - Tomate.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

And cuando your voice becomes so weak to beg me to stop...I will kiss you....

Hey...! Aren't you Fausto Zoppi?

- Does he know me? - And who doesn't know Zoppi?

A pearl in a sea of pasta producers.

The best cook in Italy!

The only cook in Italy!

How fortunate to meet him here!

You will see...

- I'm going to open a chain... - Would you mind?

We were having a private conversation.

Please continue, Fausto.

You will come to my kitchen at 5 o'clock this afternoon.

I will cook my lobsters for you.

And after... after...

I will make love to you six times.

Oh, my God!

Then 5 o'clock.

Let's eat first and then ...

the miracle!

- Hi. - Hi.

If this guy makes love to you six times, he will be the one who will be converted into a sardine.

Look, if nobody eats it, I'm starving.

It was a magnificent performance, magnificent.

Italians are sometimes very impulsive.

He doesn't-you. What the hell are you doing here?

Well, when I heard you were going to Zoppi's, I thought about the work of my chain.

And why didn't you ask me instead of butting in like that?

Actually I would have done it before he started with that crap

I thought it was imaginative and poetic.

Oh, come on Nat! You won't believe everything he said?

Why not?

Oh, sure. And now you're going to tell me That you're going to that dwarf's restaurant

To try that dish he calls shtupida.

- Shtupida? - Shtupida!

- Maybe it does! - What?

Look, if you want revenge. you've already done it with Louis Kohner.

Get back at me? What are you talking about?

Now I am single and you were not!

A person who is alone, can do whatever he wants.

Leave me alone.

All right, maybe I will... Bye.

Where are you going?

To congratulate the cook.

Let me pass!

Hey, hey! Taxi, wait!

Where are we going?

Fausto...? Is he here?

I hope you don't mind That she is eating.

It is inevitable in places like these.

Who are you?

Sorry.

Captain Borromeo Ravello, of the Venice police.

Mr. Bonaspi, you need a cognac to the lady.

Can you tell me your name, please?

Natasha O'Brien.

Get him up!

Were you close friends with Mr. Zoppi?

I met him today.

I'm a cook, too. He...

He would prepare a specialty for me...

the lobster and...

died with his lobsters.

Unfortunately.

Could not breathe underwater.

Who discovered the body? Who called the police?

The waiter -- Mr. Palmenti.

And how does she know that he is not the murderer?

He said he had only come to steal Some fish for his family.

Well ... maybe ... Zoppi found out!

Perhaps they argued.

- Maybe he... - No, no, no, no!

She hated him too much to kill him.

Excuse me?

Miss O'Brien, in Italy...

find someone to really hate...

Is as important as meeting someone to love.

She does not suddenly kill To those she has hated for so many years.

You have invested a lot in that person.

Tell me. Where were you this afternoon?

Why?

Do you think it was me?

There is only one person whose I am sure of his innocence...

And that person is me.

Captain Ravello?

Sorry.

We found this.

Pay attention to it...

Ah, yes-the initials R. R.

Ms. O'Brien.

I tend to believe that you are completely innocent regarding the murder of Fausto Zoppi.

Oh, good.

- Except for one thing. - I take back the thousand thanks.

The murder of Louis Kohner.

Another famous cook gratinated in his own kitchen

after spending the night with a beautiful American cook.

Provocative case, eh?

Now you can imagine my surprise when...

a beautiful American cook...

Appears for no reason here, in the kitchen of another famous cook....

also killed...

Yes, I can imagine his surprise.

It's obvious, right?

I flew from New York to London, to kill Louis Kohner...

And then from London to Venice, to kill Fausto Zoppi.

I think I remember there was a husband.

Ex-husband.

Where is it?

Where is it, Miss O'Brien?

- I don't know, I think it's in Brussels. - Ahh...

- And what's his name? - Rob.

- Bobby. Bobby Ross. - Ahh...

Brussels.

Ms. O'Brien, your statement clearly states.

She spent the night with Louis Kohner.

Were you thinking of doing the same with Fausto Zoppi?

I don't think it concerns her, doesn't it?

Very well, let's change the subject.

Ms. O'Brien.

Ms. O'Brien.

perhaps...

Could you spend the night with me?

Bueno...

Does this answer your question?

I think so.

You will be pleased to know that I consider you innocent

Of the murder of Fausto Zoppi.

Really?

Yes, if you had killed him, he would have accepted my proposal right away.

Would I have done that?

Yes!

In 94 consecutive cases, I have never been wrong.

94 women?

Logically, I have another test for men.

Out of 94 women suspects...

37 accepted my offer.

And all of them were found guilty.

Except one.

What happened with her?

She became my wife.

Ms. O'Brien, a phone call for you.

Thank you.

Hello?

It's me, child. I just heard what happened to Zoppi.

- Are you okay? - Robby, where are you?

Paris. And Nat, you have to come right away

- Hi, Nat. - Hi.

- Go back to the car. We're running late. - What's going on?

I will explain later.

Take these suitcases to the Royal suite. Let's go!

But, where are we going?

At a small meeting I organized.

Meeting?

I was thinking that if someone killed the best cook in England

And after the best cook in Italy, it is likely that

even the best cook in France is in danger of being killed.

Yes.

- So, I brought them all together. - Ohh!

You know, I don't know why, but I intuit

That the deaths of Louis Kohner and Zoppi are related.

True, the two were killed while they were cooking their best specialty.

Yes, but there is more...

So these are the cooks most famous in France.

Something tells me it will not be easy.

Robby, I think he is...

Marcel?

Natasha, my darling!

- You look very good! - What a delightful surprise!

Robert Ross, this is Marcel Massenet. He created the Massenet calf.

- A true artist. - Massenet-a real treat!

Marcel. we can talk later.

- I have a proposal for you... - Rob, stop it!

Natasha, you must allow me to cook for you tonight.

- Tonight? But, I... - It has to be tonight!

I don't know how much time I have left.

- What do you mean by that? - The murderer!

No one knows who will be the next victim.

But maybe it won't be Her.

It may be that the killer Is planning to kill someone else.

What other one?

Ahhh!

Are you referring to one of them...?

I don't understand what they are doing here.

- Hello? - I'm Chappemain.

You have to help me.

Yo I'm the one who needs the most to be watched, don't you know?

For my specialty.

Chicken liver flambé skewers.

That's right!

What could happen to the others?

Dying like a cow or a rabbit?

He cannot be that bad.

But instead I would be impaled....

And they would set me on fire!

Can you imagine? I need my cognac!

Sorry!

- Jean Claude! - Oh... my little Natasha!

My artichoke! Let me look at you.

You are magnificent.

You look great as always, just a little sexier.

Delicious.

I have missed you very much.

You too.

Who is he?

Oh-this is Robert Ross, my ex-husband.

I am the one who tries to save her life.

Robby, meet. Jean Claude Moulineau.

His pressed duck is known all over the world.

And his hands are magical.

Yes, I had already guessed that.

He taught me everything I know.

I was 19 or 20 years old.

Remember that time I put too much cream in a fillet

And almost expel me from the gastronomic society?

Are we going to talk about the theme or what?

Oh, Rob is right. We will update later.

Later?

For me, there will be no "later."

I will be dead -- murdered.

But why not?

Does anyone deserve it more than me, perchance?

My funeral will make my funeral look like Louis Kohner's a vulgarity.

- You never told me about him. - Oh, Robby!

No! I want to know!

One more step and they will be-what do you say? Dead!

- It's him, Robby! - Who?

The man I saw in Venice -- twice!

He was following Zoppi. He is the killer!

Me? Don't talk nonsense!

I am Auguste Grandvilliers.

Next victim.

Entrecôte at Mirabeau?

- Exactly. - Oh, Robby!

What this man does to a simple steak, is nothing less than a miracle.

Yes? And what do you do, shoot him?

This gun...

Is for the killer.

It will not kill me so easily.

But I don't understand August!

She had a fight with Louis. She was in Venice.

Of course he saw her twice! Because of his amigo, you fat scum!

Max?

He thought they were better than Grandvilliers, Can you imagine such nonsense?

He even dared to publish this idiocy on the cover of his magazine.

So that. I decided to discredit them.

Proving that they were impostors.

I would have followed them to the ends of the earth.

I would never let them out of my sight.

Sooner or later, I would have caught them in the act.

Using margarine instead of butter, or preserved meat instead of fresh meat.

And I would be there To find out everything.

But now that will no longer be the case. They are all dead, and I will be next.

But I prepared myself!

He wants to put that thing away!

Please, can we start the meeting now?

Come on through Gentlemen!

The reason for this meeting Is to save your lives!

Thank you.

First we will reflect on who might be the killer.... Any ideas?

Evidently the killer Is someone who hates eating.

Yes, but who could hate it so much?

Doesn't it seem obvious to you? A waiter!

But he proved to be not very smart for not killing a French cook first.

I mean, if somebody Is killing the cooks...

Should have killed first French cooks!

I am ready for death!

Look, the killer is crazy!

If he kills you, he is crazy for sure.

What do you know about it?

Maybe it's someone who is dedicated to cooking bunnies.

At least I don't freeze my chicken livers.

Ohh!

So you are accusing me...

In front of everyone...

To freeze my chicken livers?

Yes!

Him! He is the murderer!

How dare you! Egg face!

Stop it! Stop fighting over stupid things!

We have to think about what to do!

She is right! We have to move!

But how!

We don't know anything.

Not necessarily. For example, we know When the killer attacks.

When?

On both occasions, the victim was alone in the kitchen.

I say.

let him come.

I am ready!

Do you want to put it away once and for all?

I ... think ... we should notify the police.

And what do we tell her?

That we think they are going to kill someone....

For reasons we don't know...

And no one knows by whose doing!

And who says we don't know?

I believe ... that it is someone sitting here right now.

It's an awkward situation, isn't it?

Someone is going to kill the best cook in France... but...

Tell me my friends, Which would be worse?

Being killed...

Or stay alive?

Dinner is ready Mr. Vandeveer.

What did you prepare tonight, always the same things?

120 grams of sturgeon, 169 calories.

120 grams of champagne.

Plus or minus 100 calories.

120 grams of turkey...

- 143 calories. - Oh-really a lot?

One ear of asparagus, 19 calories.

120 grams of Romani Conti 1966 red wine, 80 calories.

A bowl of berries And 30 grams of kirsch...

about 136 calories.

In total, the dinner is 647 calories.

But why is this ? I eat by numbers ? I'm going to perish !

But why does she lock the door? Does she think I'm deceiving her?

Ah, Mr. Vandeveer, one thing...

Don't tell me they killed another cook.

Whose turn was it this time? It will not be an epidemic!

Mr. Zoppi's brother called him three times

He is expected in Venice tomorrow for the funeral.

But what do I run, a magazine or a funeral home?

Tell him that I am very sorry for what happened.

And tell him that I was seized by the gypsies.

No -- tell him I will be there.

Book me for Paris.

And tell Jean Claude Moulineau.

That you prepare a pressed duck ...

And be ready for tomorrow...

Sr. Vandeveer, what does Do you need the diet?

I will take a day off!

How much weight has he lost?

It's none of your business!

6 kilos.

And I'm already beginning to notice it!

Only 20 pounds?

He still has at least 70 more to go!

After he combs my hair,

I would like to talk with Miss O'Brien in Venice.

Miss O'Brien is in Paris, Sir...

you are staying with Mr. Ross, no less.

There is no such thing as no less... With Mr. Ross.

What happened between you and Zoppi?

Nothing. I offered him the job for H. Dumpty and he said, "No thanks."

The police found a pen of yours.

Do they know it's mine?

You don't think I killed him, do you?

- Hello? - Put Natasha on the phone now!

Oh, thank you, and how are you? Guess who it is.

- Hi, Max... - I wanted to remind you honey...

That you need to come right back here to make an introduction...

Wednesday, you will be in the "idiot box."

What are you talking about?

You will be cooking on television, Natasha!

Max. Who will be next? You know it could be me?.

I refuse to believe to your absurd fantasies!

Get on a plane and fly straight back to London.

Remember that you are not the only one who is suffering...

For the deaths of Louis and Zoppi...

I lost exactly half Of the most fabulous cuisine in the world!

That's what it is, Robby ...

the connection between Louis Kohner and Zoppi!

My God! I know who will be the next victim!

Nat, what are you talking about?

Of the most fabulous menu in the world!

It was the main theme of the magazine last month, and consisted of 4 courses:

Louis' pigeons, Zoppi's lobster. and what follows is...

Moulineau's pressed duck!

- Moulineau? - He will be next! Do you realize?

The killer is following Epicurus' menu, dish after dish and...

that means. Robby!

I make dessert!!!

What!

The killer is only one step away To get to me!

First Moulineau and then it's my turn!

Let's think it through

Who usually eats the Epicurus menu? Max, right?

Max? Why Max?

Because to begin with, it was he who chose the four of you.

No! I suspect Grandvilliers!

Grandvilliers? Why Grandvilliers?

Because they excluded him from the list.

We need to call Moulineau and warn him.

Hello?

I'm Auguste Grandvilliers, there is someone here.

- She's trying to get in - Where is she?

In my restaurant -- in the kitchen.

In the kitchen? But we told her not to...

Hello? Mr. Grandvilliers, hello?

- My God. What? - Let's go!

Mr. Grandvilliers?

How strange-where do you think it is?

The specialties of Grandvilliers are Entrecôte and steak.

God. They must not have put him on the grill!

Now what?

Coa do you do with a steak? Steak, steak...

Meat.

They hang the meat!

My God!

It is alive!

- Bring me something, a tape to take it down. - Yes, right away.

No sta tanto malel.

He only took a good bump on the head.

He wanted her to freeze to death along with his flesh.

It's horrible!

Nat. you were wrong, the killer is not Grandvilliers.

Yes but your theory is not much better.

We just talked to Max, and he was in London.

This means that the killer is not following Epicurus' menu.

It also means That your leads were false!

As a matter of fact, You two you have taken the wrong end of the stick.

Excuse me ... does the Lord want it with or without ketchup?

- Without ketchup. - Thank you.

Health.

May I have this dance?

All right.

What do you say honey? What if we got back together?

I'm sorry, Robby, it cost me a lot to get to be happy, to give it up now.

Wait a minute... Are you saying that everything happened because of me?

You see, there were two people in my kitchen. and neither of them was me.

Oh yeah huh!

And you were very much present in the house, weren't you?

You were always busy with your television shows And you were always all over the country.

You used to cook for everyone but me!

- But if you didn't even like the way I cooked. - Of course!

Who can eat Quiche Lorraine every day for breakfast?

That's fine, but it's much better Than milk with toast.

It would have been enough ham and eggs.

But why, what do you have against Quiche Lorraine?

I don't like it!

If it has a French name, I don't want it for breakfast.

I only want things American things for breakfast

As well as a woman to greet me when I come home in the evening.

And children!

We've talked about this a thousand times, I am not ready to have children.

Of course, you are always so busy.

Me busy? You were always the busy one!

When I wanted to talk to you, you were never there.

What, I wasn't there? It was you who was never there!

I mean when I was there, you were always in the office.

And what did you want me to do? Quit my job?

You certainly wouldn't die if for one day you didn't you thought about the world economic situation.

How nice... Very cute!

Did you hear what she said? He was always very busy.

No, he said that. You never get it right!

You will be glad to know That I am on his side.

And I am on her side.

See, people don't have to have children if they don't want them.

Well, but we already have them. What do you want to do, return them?

- I wish I could! - Oh, no!

Good night, Rob.

See you tomorrow.

Could you come moment, Robby?

- There are a stranger's clothes in the closet! - They are my own!

That's why I said that!

Do you sleep here?

- So it seems. - Ah!

And where would I sleep?

Here, I suppose.

Oh, that's nice, isn't it, honey?

You would think that because I'm worried about my life,

I don't realize That I'm sleeping with you!

I want a room just for me!

- There is none free - Really?

And the only room in the whole hotel that is free is yours, right?

There is a convention in town.

No doubt optimists.

Hello, front desk?

I am speaking from Mr. Ross's suite. I would like another room, please.

Nothing?

Thank you.

All organized, right Nat?

What's so terrible about it? We have been sleeping together for five years!

Of course...

Why is it not true?

- Yes! - Of course.

You on your side and me on mine.

- Non-contact? - Non-contact!

You make it hard for me, miss.

Ahh, it's you, Max! You are late!

I am punctual!

- It's the plane that was late! - Mmm!

Read the paper?

I read it in the cab.

Can you imagine?

You have to be crazy to consider Grandvilliers

As the best cook in France.

- It is a disgrace. - I agree.

If anyone has earned the right to be killed, Jean Claude...

that someone is you!

Max -- thank you very much.

So, let's come to us.

To begin with, only you have to use a young duck.

By about six weeks...

not more.

And it must necessarily come from Yvad D'Or in Normandy.

Nowhere else.

And it must be sacrificed by asphyxiation.

In order not to lose absolutely blood, you know that, right?

- Blood, yes. - It is very important.

Afterwards, you have to gild it...

For 18 to 20 minutes.

- 18-20 minutos? - Yes...

First, the chest is incised.

Sliced very, very fine.

And now-my dear Max.

feel the tenderness.

No! Get him away from me!

But, why?

I'm on a diet.

You... You...

I can't believe it!

They told me that what I'm eating Is killing me.

No! Give it here!

I would like more.

Magnificent.

Super-magnificent.

I can't resist the best.

To your fabulous duck...

and also.

Louis' extraordinary pigeon.

Just the thought that I will never be able to experience it again....

It fills my eyes with tears.

And my dear Natasha...

Is the most dangerous of all of you.

Making cakes that way...

Is like satisfying the devil!

I know that none of you Would want to hurt me.

But how could you have known That you were slowly killing me?

But Max.

I guarantee you ... that we ...

All right enough!

Continue!

So ... yes ...

Ehh... when you have removed all the flesh...

Cut the body into pieces.

And don't forget to leave your heart inside when you cook it.

Because, logically, the heart is full of blood.

Then put the pieces in the food processor.

E...

we pour a little of duck sauce.

And we put it quickly...

Logically, this is needed to extract all vital fluids.

Good morning!

I would never learn to knock first, Robby!

I couldn't wait, I was dying of hunger!

- I would eat a horse! - This is already progress.

I feel in great shape.

Did I dream it or did you really go out earlier?

Yes, I went for a run this morning.

There is nothing better than running after a great night's sleep.

- I am flabbergasted! - Yes, why?

You were able to control yourself.

Ahh! It didn't cost me much, it was easy!

- Did you not care? - Care about what?

Me? Are you serious? Tonight...

Was the worst night of my life!

It was your fault, though.

How much did it cost you to bribe the receptionist for one night for him to tell me there were no rooms available?

- Twenty dollars. - Twenty dollars?

That's all I'm worth to you! 20 very poor dollars!

What night? That is for the whole week! For just one night they would be...

Do you want me to wash your back?

Do you remember how?

Of course, it's like riding a bicycle.

All right.

Why don't you look for some pretty girls...

That you can charm With your sweet ways?

I'm looking, believe me.

I don't think they know how great you are when you wash your back.

I have nothing more than the others.

Only I miss a beautiful back...

To be massaged with gusto.

Did I do something wrong?

No...nothing...nothing

Robby.

You are wetting the whole bathroom!

Robby, we are going to drown ourselves!

They always sound When you are in the tub!

Come on, go and see.

- Mr. Ross? - Yes.

This is Inspector Henry Salpetre, of the criminal police.

This is Sergeant Flamiste.

- Any problems? - What?

- Oh, no, I was unstaining it. - I can see that.

Can we come in?

Look, we have already told the police everything about what we know about Grandvilliers.

Grandvilliers? We don't care what happened to him.

- Why not? - Because nothing happened.

- But someone tried to kill him! - Oh, no, sir...

Mr. Grandvilliers attempted to commit suicide.

What?

Or better said, he wanted to show everyone that someone wanted to kill him.

He confessed that.

It had something to do to do with his reputation.

Although we have not yet fully understand the real reason.

Oh, Miss O'Brien, I suppose.

Yes.

How is he?

Where were you this morning around 7:30?

- Well, I was... - We were here!

Can you prove it?

But why? What happened?

It's obvious, isn't it?

They killed Jean Claude Moulineau in his kitchen.

But.

How do you know?

- Because it was his turn. - His turn?

How did they kill him?

Someone put his head into the shredder...

And crushed his skull.

Thank you for coming.

I thank you for being here.

Poor Jean Claude, what a tragedy.

Yes, a terrible tragedy.

Auguste -- how nice of you to come.

If Jean Claude was...

All are present, including the inspector.

Well, why not?

Inspector Blodgett believes that we did it, the Italian also.

Now even the French are suspicious of us.

Do you think the killer is also present?

I hope so.

Why shouldn't he be here with all of us?

A great chef died before finishing dinner.

To what does a man like...

as Jean Claude Moulineau.

To a cup of charm...

To a pound of talent...

To two spoonfuls of sensitivity...

To a teaspoon of recognition...

Did you know her well?

...a pinch of courage...

To whom?

...to a portion of patience...

Here's to the next victim!

Natasha O'Brien.

The dearly departed.

This happens in order not to working with hamburgers.

...three slices of dedication...

- What was it that you liked most about her? - Twenty barrels of...

I liked everything about her.

But what I liked most was that he never talked about death.

...for that freedom we loved....

- Robby... - the spice of life...

Tell me, honey.

I will die.

Marry me, Nat.

- I have already done it. - Do it again!

I want to be your heir.

What a wretch!

I love you, Nat.

Clear!

Everything they want an endangered species.

Considering my specialty, I wonder what my end will be like.

Kneaded, chopped or cong?

- Ohhh! My God! - What's the matter?

I have to go to London!

My television program! Look for a cab!

Excuse me Inspector, would you mind taking us to the airport?

- What? - Can it?

Perfect! Come on, Nat, get in!

Watch your head.

Quickly Inspector, thank you!

- Max. - My dear!

- Are you glad to see me? - But of course, honey.

Given the company you go around with...

even an army of fire ants would seem more attractive.

No kiss for me?

You know, Max?

You and Robby are the only people I can trust.

I don't really like That reports to me...

With someone who when he eats breakfast, makes an annoying noise with cereal.

I assure you, Natasha, I will take good care of you of you during your stay in London.

That is why you will stay here with me.

You will be safer.

And how do I go about the preparations for tomorrow's program?

You will do everything here in my house.

You will work in my kitchen. Doesn't that idea sound fun?

It will be just the two of us.

There are three of us, Max.

Too many for it to be fun.

Magnificent.

Absolutely magnificent!

I find it hard to believe...

That everyone was murdered for an article in my magazine.

Max, is it possible that someone wants to ruin you?

Can you think of anyone who could hate you that much?

How could anyone hate me?

Are you so sure?

I don't know. But it's impossible.

Every year at Christmas, I always give something good to the poor. No, no...

Max, never once do you take things seriously

Seriously? Have you ever tried my Quiche?

Mr. Vandeveer? Mr. St. Claire is here.

- Ahh. welcome Mr. St. Claire. - Mr. Vandeveer.

Natasha?

Do you know Mr. St. Claire?

He is the culinary manager of the television program.

- Ms. O'Brien. - Good evening

Oh...

- I have admired you for many years. - Thank you.

No one is as knowledgeable about yolks of eggs as she is.

Maybe some chickens do!

Ah... of course!

Now, Mr. St. Claire.

this goes in the refrigerator.

And that goes into the second one. It won't get confused, will it?

Impossible, Mr. Vandeveer. What about the third one?

Oh, no, no, no! This stays here at home with me.

It is something I cannot resist.

Sure, I understand.

Meals, are the two smallest.

I will see you tomorrow in the study, Miss O'Brien, good evening.

What are you doing?

Stop playing with it! It is not a bowling ball!

Take your hands off them!

It's mine!

You don't know sometimes how vulgar you can be!

It is already past my bedtime.

You must be so tired Natasha. I know, I am too.

- Put it here. - Yes.

I left you a mess, Max.

Don't worry. We have dwarves Who clean at night.

Come on, you two--out, out!

How can you go up with him?

It is a rotten omelet!

Already it is day...

Am I still alive?

So it seems.

Hmm, that makes me happy.

Why aren't you in Brussels?

I'm not going there.

And you don't plan to go there?

How are you going to do with your chain of American fast-food restaurants?

From now on, my only occupation Will be to take care of you.

What a kind thought!

This is also a nice thought.

Robby.

Tell me, honey?

Is it adultery ... Making love to your ex-husband?

Natasha, it has already been a week and still...

Oh, hello, Max!

I told you so, Natasha!

You should not have involved yourself When you were still in time.

That's my robe that!

Get dressed quickly, Natasha. You have to go on television.

You don't go to the studio, Max.

- What? - What?

That's right, Natasha. I forbid the bomb.

You have no idea what I went through....

to organize this simple extravagance?

Millions are waiting for her!

Yes, including the murderer!

She will not go near any kitchen....

And he will make it his specialty, until they catch him.

This is already better.

This is an out-of-the-ordinary situation.

I will take exceptional measures.

I will call the British Army, if that's what you want.

Sorry, Max.

You drive me crazy.

Beecham. Are there any cooks in town?

Any.

I would even eat the croquettes Mrs. Boldner's fish croquettes!

Why?

Because the internationally renowned Natasha O'Brien...

thinks herself so important for someone to kill her.

He cancelled the program for me.

How?

Excuse me?

You two, stop it!

Oh, Beecham...

Beecham, I don't pay you enough....

But how much do I pay for it?

It is sufficient.

Good, but what are you waiting for?

- Get dressed soon! - Hey!

They got him, Natasha!

The murderer!

Beecham has just received a phone call from Inspector Blodgett.

- Is that who it was? - Auguste Grandvilliers.

- Grandvilliers! - He confessed.

He seems to have done this out of jealousy.

After killing the four of you...

Would have killed me, too.

Good thing they caught it in time.

Do you know what this means?

- What? - What?

That I can go to Brussels!

Welcome to our program an "Anytime Banquet!"

Today we will have a very very special.

Miss Natasha O'Brien.

He will explain how to prepare an elaborate dessert recently...

For Her Majesty the Queen.

- Don't go away. - I won't miss it for the world.

Miss O'Brien!

Many thanks and good morning to everyone.

The first thing they always ask me is:

Why did I become a cook?

And my answer is.

All women are cooks...

But only the lucky ones pay them to cook.

The same thing I said to His Majesty the other day.

What we are going to do Is to go straight to the end...

To see the finished product.

Would you kindly follow me?

What the hell is that girl doing?

No matter, you follow it, Room 1.

Camera 4, frame the second refrigerator and make an approach to the bomb.

- Now, thanks to television. - Get ready, Room 4.

...I will show you what I did.

"La Bombe Richelieu."

Weird. Those are the holes I made.

Someone switched them!

I beg your pardon, sir?

Go back! Let's go to British TV And step on the accelerator!

I have not, yet shown you all the surprises, as you will see....

this dessert has a fiery finish.

A bomb?

Yes, of course...

Is it safe?

Look Inspector, I don't care that Grandvilliers has confessed.

I am sure of what I am saying!

Confessed?

To my knowledge, no one has confessed.

But she called Max Vandeveer this morning!

I didn't call anybody, Mr. Ross, I can assure you of that.

My God, Max, you bastard!

You need to block the program, Inspector.

That bomb will explode when you light it.

The first thing to do, is to separate the eggs.

It seems to me that this is the best way.

My God, this really sucks!

Room 3, take a close-up. Zoomi!

Take three.

This is a whole other thing, dear.

¡Scotland Yard, this is Inspector Blodgett!

I want to talk to the person in charge of the cooking program!

It is urgent!

Studio 3!

Ready 4...

Wait, take 4.

Is 2 ready?

Take a close-up of the whipped cream.

Hello?

Scotland Yard!

But by God, we are on the air!

- It must be urgent! - What a nuisance!

I'm going today to pay that fine.

Eh... look... you need to stop Miss O'Brien immediately!

- That thing... - Stop it?

And for what reason?

What he is preparing...

is a bomb!

Logical that it is a bomb, you imbecile!

Very witty!

All set For the final bombshell.

What the hell!

The candid camera people filmed me in an episode,

And they didn't even give notice. I want to talk to the person in charge....

Where is the cooking program?

Wait a minute! The lady was first.

But it is very important!

Also this!

So if I want to file a complaint against those in the candid chamber...

Who should I turn to?

I don't know, miss.

Candid Camera does not make it in this study.

So where do they make it?

Try TV Times.

He could have told me earlier.

Where is the cooking program?

Second floor.

Say what the Director wants, you always smile.

Yes, Mom.

Freeze!

Carry on.

And now, the grand finale of fire, as I promised you.

We will start by dousing the cake with a good raspberry liqueur.

- Was I very busy? - Oh, excuse me Henry, but you were.

When I needed to talk to you, you were never there.

Was I not there? Ah, no my dear.

It was you who was never present.

I mean when I was there, you were always in the office.

What did you want me to do? Abandon my business?

Who are you?

Do you know where they do the cooking program?

Get that jerk off the set, for God's sake!

Excuse me, do you know where they do the cooking program?

Get off my set!

Yes, I'm leaving.

Nigel, what's going on?

It is impossible for me to work in this way....

Darling, try to focus.

And you are always the one who is wrong!

Now we pour the hot liquor inside the crown...

And all around.

Pass on three.

The cooking program! Where the hell is it?

Second floor.

But this is the scondo plan!

Yes, I understand. In America... clear...

But in England, it is in fact the second floor.

Your second floor, is what we call the first floor.

And your third floor is actually your second floor, you know what I mean?

Now, if we go through it again ...

And now the moment has come you have all been waiting for.

Natasha, don't! Don't!

Everyone on the ground, it's a bomb!

Are you crazy, Robby?

- I don't understand! - You...

cursed... you are a fool!

You just saved my life!

Yes, so it seems...

Who put a bomb in the bomb?

Max! Max did it!

Where will he have gone?

It's gone!

No, leave it!

Maximilian Vandeveer?

You are under arrest.

The charge is multiple homicide.

I think he didn't hear it.

Tell me why you did it.

Please tell me.

It is impossible that you believed I wanted to do that.

But why?

Because I...

I had to follow my damn diet....

in order not to die.

When I was at the table, I could not resist any of their dishes.

Louis...

Grandvilliers... Moulineau...

And then your wonderful dessert.

Do you want to tell me that three men died...

So that you could follow the diet?

But this is monstrous, Max!

You are so right, honey.

- It is just monstrous. - Mr. Vandeveer, please ...

Shut up Beecham!

Shut up! Shut up!

I do not deserve any of you.

Believe me, you don't know what I am feeling.

I love you very much, Natasha.

I got the hiccups.

I think he is dead, Lord.

And who wouldn't be?

Maximilian.

All right, so that's it then.

The case is closed. He confessed.

He did not confess anything!

Maximilian Vandeveer could not have killed a fly.

He has nothing to do with it.

Look, Ma'am.

He was the most most extraordinary man in the world.

Civilized... brave...

Incorruptible.

As brilliant as it is ingenious.

So sensitive...

I couldn't let him die.

When he finally discovered all the crimes I had committed...

asked me to meet here.

He sat me down...

And he showed me.

The fact is.

he could not continue...

knowing that the people he most admired...

Were dead because of him.

However, that life was not worth living.

If he could no longer return to enjoy his favorite dishes.

What could I do, Miss O'Brien?

If not killing you all...

Before you killed him.

What else could I do?

- Ready honey? - Ready.

You, Robert, wish to take as your lawful wife Natasha...

Promising that your omelets...

Will contain only fresh ingredients...

with real butter and not margarine...

Till death do you part?

Yes.

And you, Natasha. promise

To accept that his omelets are simple...

At a reasonable price...

And you will never try to make them like Quiche Lorraine...

Till death do you part?

Yes.

Then I declare to you.

husband...

and wife.

He can kiss the cook... that I say--the wife.

I knew that this divorce would not last long.