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Don't worry, they'll be six times as high.

- How many will there be? - Five.

With a total of 1,700 choux per piece…

so that no one is left hungry.

But what really counts is one particular choux.

One.

What will it contain?

Nothing he will feel.

Just a slight tingling sensation in the throat.

But as soon as he feels it, it will be too late.

Then the first symptoms will come.

The headaches, the fatigue, the nausea.

For two, three days.

The last day will be awful.

There is no death more cruel than suffocation.

You're determined.

Oh, yes.

I'm going to miss that good old Fouché.

CORONATION

"Perch with hollandaise sauce.

Pike with champagne sauce.

Rock lobster Bellevue.

Snails in parsley sauce.

Stuffed and barded goose.

Roasted mallard duck with honey and apples.

Beef Rossini."

You'll roast the meat at 4:00 p.m.

You can't be late.

I know, we'll roast the vegetables at 6:00 p.m.

No. You'll cook the vegetables at the same time as the meat.

That's not possible. We won't have enough baking trays to put in the oven.

Make do. Use the cast-iron pots. Leave them open.

Start preparing the bread dough.

We'll start cooking at 4:00 a.m.

The ovens will be full until then.

And the fish?

Why is no one working on it?

If we put it in the oven after 8:00 p.m., we won't have time to bake the bread.

The fish hasn't arrived yet.

Neither has the boss.

Come on! To work!

- Come on, Noël. Let's get to work. - Yes, let's get to it.

PASSPORT

They look real.

"Monsieur Germain Ledoux. Architect."

Nice to meet you.

I've got to get back to the kitchen.

They're waiting for me for the banquet.

I'll see you here tomorrow.

What?

Do you think I'm going to wait here quietly for you?

You're not coming to the coronation?

I'm not going to miss your triumph.

No, you can't. It's too dangerous.

No one will recognize me.

I said no. We'll find each other at the end of the banquet.

What are you doing?

Come on.

No, no, no.

I need to go.

Since when do you prefer to work?

Did you sleep with someone when I wasn't here?

No.

The princess.

Liliane?

Yes.

Agathe?

Agathe. Of course.

As long as you don't fall in love.

It's not a big deal.

Go. They're waiting for you.

If you ask me to.

I almost forgot.

Your hand please, Mademoiselle.

Thank you.

So, where do we stand?

Welcome to your kitchen.

It's beautiful.

No. This row is shifted.

- Those are crooked. - You're right.

Make more dough and reposition them.

I thought it'd be bigger.

It's your delusions of grandeur.

- It will be your downfall. - Less than the emperor.

He wants to expand the feast.

What do you mean?

People from all around the country will come.

He wants it to be the banquet of France.

How many guests?

Five thousand.

Five thousand? We have prepared for 500.

You have an unlimited budget.

It's not about money.

We've already raided all the stocks.

Les Halles, Montmartre, Vaugirard, Popincourt.

- Even if we… - Find a solution.

There's no solution.

Remember François Vatel

who committed suicide after he ruined a meal for his king.

It wasn't his fault.

The seafood had been delivered late.

Yet, the deliveryman survived.

Do what I ask.

What do we do now?

We need more people.

Noël?

Go and get all the cooks you know.

Lamotte, Perquin, Boulinier, Péricourt.

Tell them it's the chance of a lifetime.

- Okay. I'm on it, boss. - Go.

THE CORONATION OF H.M. EMPEROR NAPOLEON

The imperial table, with Bonaparte's family.

The soldiers' table, the honorable diplomats will be here,

and you, Lord Jenkinson, with us.

Very close to the emperor.

Far from the soldiers, from what I can see.

Are you trying to send a message, perhaps?

The emperor is no longer a soldier.

Well, I doubt it.

Soldier one day, soldier forever.

Look at what France has become since he's been in power.

No more celebration of the Bastille.

No more Marseillaise. The republican calendar was also abolished.

Napoléon the emperor is no longer Bonaparte the general of the Revolution.

You'll see.

Trust me.

I worked for years for that…

for peace.

I trust you.

Even if those words should be banned from diplomats' mouths.

What Bonaparte is after is his place in history.

And I'll make sure he chooses the right one.

The whole of Europe wants peace.

Can we make a little change over there?

Every army has its uniform.

Here are the aprons for you and your squad.

I also added caps.

I've had enough of seeing hair fall on my plates.

- Thank you. - 5,000 people.

How do we do it? We don't have enough food for everyone.

Any ideas?

A bean soup, maybe?

It fills the belly.

Thank you, Lamotte. I doubt Napoléon will like it.

We'll keep the same menu,

but only for the 100 most important people.

Bonaparte family, consuls, French peers, diplomats.

For others, we'll do some magic.

Magic?

Not enough meat? We chop it.

We mix it with bread, flour and eggs. We'll increase the volume.

Yes, Perquin?

What about the presentation?

We'll make bites.

Tartlets. Kromeskis.

People will serve themselves at the buffet.

Sorry for not bowing down in front of your genius mind.

Go ahead. Tell us what you think.

The presentation won't be perfect.

What she means is that it will look like small turds.

Let's settle the content first.

I'll take care of the form.

I ordered tents to be installed.

Equipped with kitchens.

Each cook, with their squad,

will be in charge of their own 500 guests.

You're going to prepare the menus tonight at the Champs-Élysées.

Agathe, you will be responsible for the imperial table.

And as for me, I will take care of the coordination

and make sure that it is not a complete mess.

Understood?

Yes.

No, I didn't hear well.

Yes!

Yes…

Chef.

The cook of the cooks is the chef.

Yes, Chef.

Sounds good, right?

Let's get to work!

What's that?

I'll be seen from afar.

This coronation is going to your head.

I want everything ready in half an hour!

Yes, Chef!

Here. For you.

Good luck, Chef.

Lucien, on that side.

- Hello. - A pleasure. Hortense.

- Your Holiness. - It's about time.

Hello.

Thank you.

Sorry, but you're not at this table.

That's impossible. Check again.

No, by orders of the emperor himself. You're placed there.

Follow me, please.

If I'd known, I'd have brought my binoculars.

When I think of what we've done for that little Corsican to become emperor.

And now he's firing us!

Princess, Prince.

Far away from your creature.

How could that be?

Count of the French Empire.

The first of your family. What a success, especially for a Jacobin.

How many heads did you have to cut off to be part of it?

On the other hand, it's your protégé's day to shine.

At least one of you will be honored.

You will finally be able to taste his cuisine.

You'll see. You will not be disappointed, I promise.

It's time for me to join the table of our emperor.

I'll come back for dessert.

Please do.

Long live France!

Long live the emperor!

They played us.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?

I have something to show you.

- Right now? - Right now.

Let's keep this between us.

Okay.

What's going on?

Tell me one thing, Talleyrand.

You lied to me deliberately.

Or you simply don't have the slightest power over your creature.

What the hell are you talking about?

Struck in London with Napoléon's effigy.

1805.

Next year.

- Is this a joke? - Oh, no.

It comes from the secret services, and they don't usually joke around.

Your pacifist emperor doesn't just plan to invade us.

He's convinced he'll win.

It's just a coin. It doesn't mean anything.

And that's why he's making flat-bottomed boats

capable of carrying a cannon and a hundred people across the Channel?

You idiot.

NAPOLEON EMP. AND KING

Messieurs?

Let's go!

Higher.

Magnificent.

Agathe, take care of the imperial table. I'll check the rest.

Noël, you're with me.

What? You're going to check every table?

Today, everyone eats like a prince.

They look satisfied.

The important thing is not that they look satisfied, but that they are.

Good. Come.

I don't know who the chef is, but I expected better.

Do you want to taste it?

What are you doing here?

Partying, like everybody.

What the…

I'll be right back.

Hello, Monsieur.

Goodbye.

Noël!

Is there fennel in the recipe?

Answer, Perquin.

No.

- Then why are you putting it in? - The dill doesn't have enough flavor.

And I heard that you had won the Gourmands' Almanac competition

by changing the recipe for chicken Marengo

- by using veal. - All right, I've heard enough. Thank you.

Excuse me.

That's what I want.

Not complicated, is it?

There you go.

That's what I want.

We're doing something wonderful.

Right?

Agathe?

What's going on?

It's not the right time. Let's get back to work.

What do you mean?

Is it because of Henriette?

- Did you see her? - I don't care about Henriette.

- It has nothing to do with her. - Stop saying that. It's not true.

I'm pregnant.

Now, you take responsibility and give me one of your herbs.

You can't…

I don't want to, I can't keep this child!

Have you ever seen a single mother in the kitchen?

I worked hard all these years to make people forget that I was a Black woman.

A slave's daughter without anyone to help me.

I'm sorry.

And now that I'm within reach of my goal, I'm losing everything.

I'm sorry. You hear me?

We're looking for you.

We need to finalize the pièces montées.

Come on!

Mesdames.

Oh, no, no, messieurs. Don't mind me.

Can you imagine what Louis would do if he knew?

I love your daughter, and she loves me.

How naive you are.

I thought my daughter would have more taste in choosing her lovers.

You'll be able to put your courage to better use.

You're going to war.

Your father thought he could control my husband.

No one can.

I won't let you go.

Do you like it?

Yes, Chef!

Yes, Chef.

Look!

My goodness!

Bravo!

Excuse me.

Where is he?

He's licking his wounds.

He thought he'd reached the top, then suddenly…

he fell.

What do you mean?

Napoléon is going to war.

Men can't just succeed.

They have to crush their fellow men too.

He went that way.

Are you hiding?

I told you that love was a bad adviser.

I should have listened to myself.

I loved Bonaparte in a way.

His ardor, his determination.

His grip.

I believed it.

But in the end…

I got fucked.

I made it just for you.

It will do you good.

You know what will do me good?

It's for once in my life…

to simply take care of my garden.

Pull yourself together. It doesn't suit you.

The cream is unctuous.

It's a masterpiece.

And you?

Have you finally reached your goals?

Yes.

Bailly has been avenged.

I have finally poisoned my enemy.

How could you?

I'll have you killed!

You're dead!

Slowly. Slowly.

Slowly.

I know that you're responsible for Bailly's death.

Help me!

It was Courtiade who started the rumor so he could be arrested,

so that you could send me to spy on the Tuileries.

I'll have you killed.

What difference would it make?

In three days you'll be dead.

In three days.

You will see.

You'll miss me.

Are you my father?

You want to know if I slept with your mother?

I did.

Was I the only one?

I wasn't.

You're disgusting.

When she died,

I gave a sum of money to Bailly…

to feed you, to raise you.

Why him?

He worked at my place. I loved his chocolate éclairs.

It fell on him.

We'll never know if you're really my son.

But what's more important?

That my blood runs through your veins?

Or that you're like me?

And that I'm proud of you.

Like a father would be proud of his son.

I have no father.

I will never have one.

It wasn't poison.

Only ginger.

And a bit of chili pepper.

You're wrong.

I'm not like you.

I won't kill you.

Death would be too easy.

Bravo.

It's worthy of a Talleyrand.

I can't come.

Agathe is pregnant.

I'm sorry.

I can't leave my child without a father.

You may become a great man.

But you'll never be a good one.

It's going to be okay.

It's going to be all right.

Minister, someone wants to see you.

"Count," now.

Right?

Do you really want to be executed?

So far, you've been unable to find me.

You can arrest me.

Or you can use me.

What do you want?

I want the cook.

I want him to suffer.

Deceived love is the deadliest of weapons.

PASTRY SHOP

More to the right. Five centimeters.

- What do you mean, "right"? - On the right.

It will never hold.

It's a good thing he's a pastry chef and not an architect.

There, there! That's good!

There you go.

Antonin Carême?

That's me.

What's going on?

It's from the Recruitment Council.

What?

This can't be right. There must be some mistake.

He's been called up.

After Galliffet and all that we've been through together,

you'll be satisfied with…

this.

What saddens you the most?

To become Bailly, or this letter?

You're well informed.

I'm going to the front too.

I'm in charge of the supplies.

Bonaparte punishes me because I dared to protest his war.

Why should I care?

You can go to war as a soldier and gamble your life on a throw of the dice…

or…

Cook for you?

I have to feed the high command.

That's all?

I also have to give France what she needs.

Yesterday, she needed Bonaparte.

And today, she has to get rid of him.

It's not the weather vane that turns…

it's the wind.

Exactly.

Go to hell.

See you in hell, then.