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[soft music]
[metal shocks]
[groovy music]
Butter, let's see!
Work, energy
and butter.
Come on, gentlemen, be generous.
Ice for the tide and flames for the game.
And you, where are these cooking stages?
Rare, the pigeon, bleeding!
Crunchy vegetables, rare pigeon.
It's not enough to do, you have to do well.
Make it big! Make it tasty!
You have to enjoy.
What are you doing
I... I sprinkle with cinnamon.
Do you think you are in the Middle Ages?
You kill meat with your spices!
You have to bring the taste to life and not make it up. Benjamin!
Benjamin!
Come and fix it for me.
And you, the cinnamon...
go to the dishes!
In the dishes!
Let's hurry, gentlemen.
It's an important day!
[Hyacinthe] Place, place!
Step aside !
The crayfish pies will walk in front.
The duke is in the mood for crayfish.
We demand the second service.
Do they like it?
The reviews were for Chinese porcelain.
It is a creation to offer
as a preamble and to be left at the gourmet disposal.
It wasn't on the menu.
You know the instructions: never new.
Your son was still in the library.
This is not its place!
How many times will I have to say it? Take it all to me!
[harpsichord music]
[clamors of the nobles at table]
Here is a table that will have more chairs than guests.
When we do not know how to receive, we abstain.
Is not a host who wants to.
- It requires rare qualities. - Certainly.
Fortune, but also munificence.
- Sure. - Taste, amenity...
- And of the mind. - Ah!
Let's face it, real Amphitryons are scarce.
In truth, my dear Chamfort,
there aren't ten tables like yours.
Calm down...
My friend,
you are the new Luculus!
[Francine] This is new.
What do you call it?
Delicious !
This is delicious.
Do not worry !
The duke will love it.
He still adores it.
Today is different.
His hosts frequent Versailles, this meal can lead him to court.
He's talking about taking me to Paris.
And you will cook for the king?
Ah, you will take me with you!
[she laughs]
[Throat clearing]
If you have the time,
the duke would like to make his comment.
Let us agree that a man without a cook is a man without a friend.
[laughs]
The real secret is to train it yourself.
My father spotted ours in a
post house, deep in our land.
The apprentice baker has become a kitchen boy
and the cook, master chef.
[impressed sighs]
Gentlemen, never forget
that gluttony is a cardinal sin.
Good food is allowed, but we
must fight this trend of the moment
for the bombance and the big appetite.
Appetite comes with eating !
[laughs]
And then the table leads to the bed.
[tender sighs]
Do you have any news from your friend from la Varenne?
It is said to be in an awkward position.
- He's not anymore, he hanged himself. - OH ?
I thought he tasted good.
[laughs]
So forget about those conversations that suppress your appetite
and deign to address a comment to my mouthpiece officer.
You can see he is languishing.
I tasted beautiful things.
The luster of the soup was dazzling!
The embellishment of the salad deserves mention.
Your crapaudine quails were worth seeing.
I have only one word: brilliant.
Let's say it! It was beautiful.
[noble] No, gentlemen, this deserves vocabulary:
it was shimmering, gourmet and luminous.
[impressed sighs]
It was not a meal. It was a ballet.
[laughs]
Well, we're glad you liked it.
Manceron, your cooking was perfect.
I tasted your Indian hen.
Fleshy, cheerful, delicate.
A delight.
And your smelt buns melted in your mouth.
I found them...
naughty and courteous.
[clamor]
Naughty and courteous... Like the Baroness de la Courtade.
The baroness is therefore a brioche.
[general giggles]
My dear Chamfort, you have treated us well.
With such delights,
Paris is open to you.
And what do you call these little slippers
served as a preamble?
[he hesitates]
The Delicious.
This is your only
false note.
I share your opinion.
I told you, my friend, avoid initiatives.
And stick to the required menus.
There was some mushroom there that has nothing to do with your table.
And what was that pale vegetable?
Not radish,
I hope.
Potato.
[outraged clamors]
[Bishop] Tubers?
But who do you take us for?
- Germans ? - It transmits leprosy.
The potato is dangerous, but also tasteless and ugly.
In fact, your dishes lack color.
And feathers.
Your kitchen may be eaten, but it is...
provincial.
[noble] And what is this beard?
We are no longer in the 17th century.
[laughs]
[bishop] Everything that is underground is despicable.
A good cook should know that.
[noble] In Paris, you would have lost your place.
Truffle and potato are good for pigs.
[laughing] Pigs...
Pigs ! [he's laughing]
He takes us for pigs!
Little pigs!
Wild boar!
Do I look like a ham?
[giggles]
[he grows]
Excuse you.
[the laughter gradually stops]
Manceron!
[The duke] Excuse yourself, Manceron!
[soft music]
[cracklings of fire]
[Jacob] I had come to get him to go and put some snares...
he was there, stretched out on the ground.
It was the tummy flow that killed him.
Yet he was solid, your father.
The villagers invaded the house within two days.
With this dearth, all the people were starving.
They had come to get bread.
They destroyed everything.
Good bah, now that you're here,
I will return to my ruins.
There is room for three.
But if you stay, you wash yourself, because you stink.
It's your son ?
Yes.
His mother died when he was three years old.
I'll show you the forest, if you want.
Like I did with your father when he was a mouflet.
Ah, fuck!
He liked it!
I would be surprised if he came with you.
He loves books.
Books and pencils.
He barely agrees to help me in the kitchen.
Rousseau says that we must all return to the simple life.
In the open air.
I will enjoy going to the forest.
So are you going to stay?
[acquiescence]
[to laugh]
It's a vegetable soup from the garden.
What are there like vegetables?
There is nothing more restaurant than a broth.
I fed your horse.
Is the guy outside old Manceron's son?
This is my father.
Was he really a cook?
Yes, but I'm the one making the soup.
It's good that you have reopened. Relays of posts, it is necessary.
Where are you from ?
Paris.
Paris ?
What's going on up there?
Here, we know nothing.
One day, I too will go to Paris.
Take.
This is the newspaper from the day before yesterday.
I read it, you can keep it.
Thank you.
Last week at the opera I was able to appreciate
the text of...
And the people? What are the people doing?
A postilion told me about agitation.
When we are hungry, we make noise.
It yells in the streets, it loots, but it
goes home as soon as you give it to you.
The people like to obey.
He begs for blows to remember him, but he is
a docile beast. Nothing will ever happen.
Believe me, you're better off here.
It's a good corner that you have there. And I know myself
I travel all year round.
I bet with a little trouble the stagecoaches
will stop here before the end of fall.
Finally, if you change your soups.
[tick] Yah! Yah!
[horses gallop]
- Hello Francois. - Salvation !
Hello.
[man outside] Why are we stopping here?
Benjamin, the big trunk stays here.
We are expected at the next relay.
The waitress at least has generous forms.
Are you Manceron?
My name is Louise. I would like to become your apprentice.
I made jams at the Comte de Briançon's.
I want to learn real cooking.
Sorry, I'm no longer a cook.
Bye.
[Manceron] Benjamin? Come on, bring this trunk back to me.
[Benjamin] You could offer your services in another castle.
Many will want to get involved, you are known.
Nothing better to avenge yourself on Chamfort.
But what revenge are you talking about?
It is for Chamfort that I cook.
For its taste, for its palate.
I served the father, I serve the son. It's been there my whole life.
What I am, I owe them.
You are not eating enough, you have to eat.
Meat spoils the mood and makes you violent. I will do without.
Don't just say anything. Eat, please.
You can't lock yourself in here
there is so much to experience.
I read that the Montgolfier brothers fly balloons.
You realize ?
We will end up traveling in the air as on the roads.
And we'll sing like chickadees.
All that is stories.
The day when men will fly,
the cooks will be kings.
Where you go ?
There is one thing that I do not understand.
Why didn't you apologize?
I haven't done anything that deserves an apology.
Well maybe...
but, in any case, your duke, he is in his castle.
And you, you're here eating your spleen.
You should go see him.
I tell you that it is he who will call me back.
In the meantime, we have water, game, a vegetable garden. That's enough.
All of these are words.
You forgot what it's like to be poor.
Believe me, you will soon have enough
chestnut soup.
She is always there.
And she refuses to eat.
Tell him to go to the stable,
- she will catch death. - It's done.
She's waiting for you to change your mind. A real mule head.
[thunder rumbles]
Cooking is a man's business.
The women hear nothing.
I don't have the right sex, but I'm made for it.
I know it.
And I have the will.
I know all the recipes. From Taillevent, from Massialot,
I know them all.
You know how to read ?
I was taught...
I know how to learn.
Ask me. What do you want me to say?
The pigeon baby?
- The rabbit? - Look around you.
It takes 3 years to make an apprentice.
Do you see yourself staying here for 3 years?
I will stay as long as it takes. The time that...
you deem necessary.
You are too old to be an apprentice.
I will pay you.
There are all my savings. It's up to you if you accept.
It's no.
The allied truffle
to the potato, that was a great idea.
Your mishap has become a court anecdote.
It has reached that of the Count of Briançon.
I am sure the Duke will change his mind.
He has already fired your replacement
and the new one is not very popular.
I have no equipment or products, not even a kitchen.
I am past the age of being fascinated by saucepans and
ladles will not teach me what I have come to learn.
I lost the taste for cooking.
Teach me and I'm sure he will come back.
You'll have to learn to get your hands dirty.
- Take. - Thank you.
[soft music]
[merchant] If you need more, there's the market every morning.
[Manceron] Put it in the cellar.
We'll never have eggs if you eat them up your ass.
And then you could help us.
Oh oh !
[distant fat laughs]
[customer] Your bread is good, but your wine is scarce.
The roads of Auvergne make you thirsty.
- [Manceron] Louise? - Yes ?
Wine for these gentlemen.
This is a beautiful country. Long live Cantal!
[Louise] Go away, you!
My father used to say that God created water to quench the thirst
of men, but he was thinking of the monks when he created the wine.
Your father was a great man.
And what did he say about the cheese?
A monk can be satisfied with a little, but he needs cheese.
Do you have a piece of Salers?
No, sorry.
An inn without cheese is a monk without a belly.
When you get back, I'll be happy with you, I ordered a Roquefort.
[client] Roquefort, Saint-Nectaire, cantal, goat cheese, offer them all to me
and I will have had a good meal.
It will take a large plate.
[customer] Or put them on a platter.
[laughs]
[Jacob] It's a moment that matters.
Take it, it is for you.
It's important, his first rabbit.
[chirps]
Winter is gone,
but thieves are always hungry.
- You reward the theft? - No.
I buy peace.
Benjamin will tour the surrounding villages
to tell them to bring their flour.
And we will give them bread. They are starving.
If we don't give it, they'll take it.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
[interrogative exclamation]
I had had enough of the jams.
Save your jam stories.
We both know you've never worked.
I watched you.
You go to great lengths, but these hands are not used to the work.
And it is enough to see you walking.
Only two kinds of women walk this way.
The nobles and the whores.
And if you were a countess,
you wouldn't be there.
You lied to me.
You don't have the right to give up cooking.
The snow has finished melting.
We must take advantage of spring.
All the nobles will organize feasts,
Chamfort will need you.
If he wants to see me, he knows where to find me.
Make him jealous. This is how it will come back to you.
Praise your services to others.
Let us talk about your kitchen and he will come and get you.
You have to make people want to seduce.
Don't confuse your job with mine.
I'm just asking for a second chance.
We're all entitled to it, right?
You are right, I lied.
When my father died, I found myself
alone with debts for the whole family.
I was easy prey.
At first it was to survive, to escape the streets.
And then,
I made my way from one protector to another
until the Gourdan, the most famous pimp in Paris.
We do your hair, we powder you, we dress you.
And if you are doing well, you can become a courtesan.
I did well.
You've made a commitment to teach me.
You accepted the money. Otherwise, you will be a coward and a con artist.
You are lucky to be a woman.
I am not a woman, I am your apprentice!
And it's time to teach me more than to chop wood.
What are you doing here ?
So you don't have any family?
Children?
A girl like you has many bastards.
I lose them before they are born.
I'm good for nothing, but at least I won't give up.
Put on your coat.
[soft music]
If you want to lose me, say so!
And now ?
Wake me up when you find something to feed us.
[Manceron] These herbs taste like piss.
For the mushrooms, I'll give you these two...
and the stunted.
But this one,
you cook it only to get rid of someone.
It is an amanita,
it kills in three days.
Maybe you wanted to serve it to me.
There were truffles and quail lower down.
If you don't recognize the right products, you'll never be a good cook.
So, is this omelet coming?
It has no taste.
[thunder rumbles]
[snoring]
[Manceron] Sit there.
[Louise] Why there?
[Manceron] You're not going to discuss everything I'm telling you.
I tell you to sit down, you sit down.
You listen.
What you need to know is in four words.
Gesture,
fire,
the time, the tool.
But it's all for nothing if you don't know how to taste.
You have to recognize the taste of each food
to be able to respect it, to bring it to life.
A currant should taste like currant.
A cabbage, cabbage taste.
Make yourself comfortable.
Close your eyes.
Why ?
Why, why... Because!
Do you want to learn, yes or no?
This world is ugly because we make it ugly.
False, thick.
This is also true... Close your eyes.
For the kitchen.
A cook should train his taste as a musician train his ear.
It is not enough to listen to know music.
You have to have learned it.
This is our music.
All in the mouth.
Trust your mouth.
A nut.
Yes.
Mushroom.
[acquiescence]
Carrot.
Mint.
Beet.
[soft music]
Don't do that.
So you are all the same.
I am no less than your barons and your marquises.
[metallic friction]
It’s me who pays, so I’m the one who decides.
[bleating]
He put an end to the hunger revolts and
refused the seat of deputy for Marseille.
This is the real nobility.
They say he is very ugly. It's a shame, his name is Mirabeau.
You have to hear it, its verb makes it magnificent.
It takes you there... It appeals to women very much.
A man who can talk never sleeps alone, does he?
[Benjamin] I would like your opinion on an idea:
write the daily special on a slate
to let travelers know what to expect.
What do you think ?
6 months ago he was only making soups
and now he wants to bait the customer.
In any case, it was good.
And he seasons us all with smiles and cheerfulness.
I told you, it's a good address.
Do you still have butter? And you will put me 3 breads to take away.
A boss like you, it makes you hungry.
A real candy. And I know all about it, I am a confectioner.
Besides you, I bet you like sugared almonds.
Take.
It's for you...
against a kiss.
It's a small package.
[metallic friction]
We should bring in
better quality wine.
Not that we cut with water.
We would sell it for more.
Stop drinking it already and catch us trout.
[Benjamin] What would you think of posting the price of the meal?
[client] It won't make you hungry. Instead, plan other girls.
[Louise] Cretin! And you, what are you looking at?
[Manceron] Me? Nothing.
[he sneers]
I leave you.
Your terrine lacks parsley.
You have to vary the flavors.
Let the colors respond to each other.
If you don't like my terrines, make them yourself.
I am a cook, not an innkeeper.
And I, apprentice,
I'm not here to be fiddled with by clients or the boss.
I must have made a mistake
coming here...
I'd better go.
It won't happen again.
I promise.
Excuse me.
You must leave the terrines and cheeses on sight.
A customer likes to see what he is going to taste. It gives him an appetite.
[client] Here you are, I missed you. Sit down, my beautiful.
[rooster crowing]
[Hyacinthe] Is anyone there?
Well ?
I'm here !
- I wait ! - [Benjamin] I'm coming, I'm coming.
Mr. Steward...
What is this honor worth to us?
Give up that tone and water
my horse, I'm just passing by.
[Manceron] Hello, Hyacinthe.
Well, my friend...
What happened to you ?
You look like a bear.
So this is your den?
They say you've become a baker again.
I bake my bread.
But I imagine you haven't come to discuss flour.
What is the news from the castle?
Think again, Manceron,
I am here for your loaves.
Because with the bread comes the tax.
Did you think you could escape it, my friend?
All work deserves its tax.
It's expensive for bread.
Tax is tax. For the oven
as for the mill.
Don't look like that, Manceron, let's see...
Did you want news from the castle?
Well so be it.
Old Gautier has a new wig,
a wild boar gutted two of our best dogs and little
Louis broke his arm while falling from a pony.
And in the kitchen?
A permanent waltz.
The last one is not about to make you forget.
Even Francine refuses to sleep with him.
This is telling you...
And the duke is hardly ever there again, he spends his time in Paris.
And when he eats at the castle,
he is in a mastiff's mood.
Now...
let's talk about the future.
The duke believes that you have meditated on your mistake.
He plans to pay you an appetite visit.
Your penance may be coming to an end.
And if I believe what I see...
this news is timely.
The duke would like to organize an impromptu within the next fortnight.
Right here, on his way back from Paris.
He will be in company
friends, including his new mistress, the Countess of Saint Genet.
She prides herself on culinary art.
She had the two cooks fired after you.
She loves champagne, oysters...
and the potato.
We will send you the list of selected dishes.
And this time, spare us your initiatives.
[the clock strikes]
Give satisfaction
and the duke will take you back to his service.
You have another chance, Manceron.
Don't you dare waste it.
It is not a place to receive a duke.
If you need more, say so.
As for the personnel, I take care of it, and for the rest,
I imagine you will have to be creative...
[he's coughing]
Be generous on the porcelain. Greek taste with Cupids.
And then, crystal glasses and silver-gilt cutlery.
Tell Monsieur le Duc that I will try to live up to this honor.
The time is no longer for testing, but for perfection.
It is the duke who comes, but receive a king.
Surpass yourself, Manceron.
Benjamin!
My horse.
We will set the table here.
The duke will be seated there.
With painted decor elements here and there.
It will take some embellishment.
Ribbons and feathers, there, finally everywhere.
Also provide a escarpolette.
- And a haystack. - Hay?
Yes. Appetite isn't just about cooking.
It will take flowers, fountains, sculptures...
Sheep! It's good, it sounds English.
And half a dozen swans near the spring.
Swan stew makes me fart.
We will transform the reserve
into a cellar, to keep the food cool.
An exceptional setting.
This is also what we are going to offer him.
- A gourmet setting. - You can not.
Why respond to his whims
- when he humiliated you? - He's the one who came back.
He needs me.
Did you want me to cook? I am going to cook.
Not for this man, you are free.
And you, you are very young.
[servant] Put him over there.
[playful music]
Leave that.
[worker] Come on, let's go!
Do you tie it up?
Are you ridding me of this?
[satisfied sighs]
May His Excellency, the Duke of Chamfort, take his time.
Eight days is too little. At this rate, I would expect it
years !
Ah, my friends...
I think I'm hard. [laughs]
Oh !
Marquesas Islands! Countesses!
You are all my friends!
The meal will be long, but the night will be short.
Wine, wine and more wine!
Wine barrels!
[creaking door]
Good evening.
[creaking stairs]
Hello.
I have an idea that would allow you to thicken your profits.
We could set the table before the guests arrive.
A man behind an empty plate is already hungry.
He will have all the more appetite
if he thinks we were expecting him. He will pay more.
[voice in the distance]
From the Intendant of the Duke of Chamfort
for Pierre Manceron.
It's me.
[Manceron] Tomorrow?
It was supposed to be next Thursday.
The duke anticipated his return.
He waits for an answer.
- Can you be ready? - Ready ?
I can't even get my brigade from the castle!
What is your answer ?
Yes.
Tell the duke that Manceron will be ready.
I'll heat you some coffee.
Is my horse ready?
He has been drinking, but he has not yet eaten.
- You should let him rest. - No time.
[merchant] Hi, Jacob. I have three barrels.
- Salvation. - Shall I unload them?
- What's this ? - From Gevrey Chambertin.
We don't decide to be ready. We are or we are not.
Benjamin! Benjamin!
Take a look at this, madeira jelly cockscombs,
partridge in dry juice... Benjamin!
Ortolans in vine leaf, sweetbread terrine...
Forty dishes, not the slightest place for one of my recipes!
- Benjamin! - The important thing is that he wants
of your kitchen.
And the Countess of Saint Genet, she is also asking for a mousse.
Cinnamon mousse.
In addition to imposing the menu on me, she demands precious dishes.
Benjamin!
She wants foam because she is afraid to chew, to open her mouth.
It sucks dukes, it doesn't show its teeth!
Cinnamon, too.
Cinnamon, saffron, ginger...
I tire of their spices from the end of the world.
I want to cook the herbs for our gardens.
Shallot, chives, garlic, tarragon.
But not the cinnamon.
I won't cook cinnamon mousse.
All you have to do is do it.
I have never done.
Are you an apprentice, yes or no?
[man outside] Watch out for your horse.
- I dreamed that I was a bird. - It's no longer time.
The impromptu is brought forward to tomorrow, we must take out the game.
[screaming and crashing]
[man outside] Look what you did, idiot!
It's not me, it's your horse that's nervous.
Jacob!
Jacob.
It's his fault !
Help me !
Help me wear this.
[melancholy music]
We have to go. Otherwise we're going to run out of time.
It is in the kitchen that you will be useful.
He won't come out of the hole.
[soft music]
There are eleven dishes to go, we are not going fast enough.
- How's that salmon going? - [Louise] It's almost ready.
Show me.
It will be fine. Now the clay crust.
And dill on the edges of the dish.
- Where are the sausages? - In the cellar. I go ?
No, finish dressing the salmon. I'm taking care of it.
Flies!
Benjamin! Flies!
It's not complicated.
He is barely buried and you are cooking.
Do I have a choice?
He would be alive if you had listened to me.
We were free and you preferred to become a lackey again.
You are not the only one who is sad. We'll cry after the service.
Can't you see that all this is crushing you?
Go outside.
Go outside !
Go get some water.
Water, quickly!
Hurry up !
Quick quick !
Bring more.
Bring linens!
[dramatic music]
[howls]
[The clock strikes]
[moan in pain]
The Duke is not the man to let such humiliation pass.
He won't just send me away for good,
it will also ruin my reputation.
He will take away my right to bake bread.
We have nine hours left. It is not finished.
I could never do it all again.
You wanted to be free to create new recipes, you are.
Serve them what you have served us.
Your crusted beef, your chicken on the hay...
Do they want the potato? Serve them your truffle turnovers.
This time they will be appreciated.
I will be your hands.
[soft music]
The chicken now.
Here.
No, over there.
The dough is rested.
You can work it.
Welcome, gentlemen.
Arrange the vases to make an aisle and set up the table at the end.
[she pours a drop]
Go on !
Come on, yah!
Go on ! Ha!
Here they are ! Two coaches! They come this way.
[Benjamin] Come on, you guys! In place of reception, quickly!
I... well...
You...
My name is Pierre.
[soft music]
[melancholy music]
[Hyacinthe] The duke was not patient, he had too much of an appetite.
We stopped at a hostel
to bring something to enhance the trip.
From then on, the stomach was no longer the organ it wanted to satisfy...
The man I send you with this letter
a mission to bring my people back.
They have nothing more to do with you, I am already waiting for them at the castle.
The year promises to be Parisian.
I doubt that Monsignor will reiterate his generous offer of visit.
Maybe this summer or next year.
"Until then,
"enjoy your food.
"Hyacinthe."
He does not have the right.
He's not allowed to treat you like that.
He had made a commitment. He had to stop, he had to eat here.
We can't have done all this for nothing, it's too much!
Chamfort does not have the right,
he humiliates you! He must pay for what he did!
The people will no longer endure the spectacle of the mess.
One day he will sit at the table.
And Chamfort and his ilk will end up hanged.
No !
[dramatic music]
I have never been a fucking.
I am the Marquise de La Varenne.
You knew my husband.
He frequented the table of the Duc de Chamfort.
They were in business with the East India Company.
They were said to be friends.
The truth is that François did not know how to say no.
The duke used him as a straw man to buy securities.
Chamfort came to us more and more often.
First for business and then,
to woo me.
I pushed him away.
He threatened to ruin us if I didn't accept his advances.
I didn't believe him.
So he carried out his threat.
In a few days, we had nothing left.
François wanted to go and tell everything in Versailles...
but he never got there.
One morning, I found him hanging from the tree
in the courtyard, in front of my bedroom window.
Chamfort claimed to have committed suicide, but in truth he murdered him.
So,
I went to the castle
with a dagger in my muff to slit his throat,
but I could not.
Murder a man,
as vile as it is, is harder than you think.
I watched him sleep all night...
I hated myself for this weakness.
I found refuge with the Sisters of Charity.
This is where I learned about your leave.
François praised your cooking.
He said you were the pride of the duke.
It was inevitable that Chamfort would call you back.
So I got the idea of ​​this poisoning.
You've been lying to me from the start.
He cannot go unpunished.
Go away.
Wait, Louise.
Leave, I'll help you.
[Manceron] Benjamin! I'll leave the house to you.
My jug is empty, I'm going to get some wine.
Go on !
Go on.
Jacob was right,
there is not enough wine here. Come on, go ahead!
[neighing]
[screams]
Dad !
I'm going to get some fat for his wound.
[soft music]
[jerky breaths]
Hush...
[soldier] No politics at the dinner table, it kills the appetite.
The king summons the troops to protect Versailles.
These are rumors.
Evil tongues love fake news.
- Come on, cheers. - Cheers.
How do you recognize the real news?
The experience, my boy!
It's like the battlefield. If you listen
to everything, you die in the first row.
The good soldier
knows the difference between a
just command and a stupid order.
[little hubbub]
- Sir, can I help you? - Gladly.
[soldier] François! Come sit with us.
- Do you want it? - It's no refusal.
Here.
[Louise] Cheese for the lieutenant.
They want rab. We must fill the pitchers!
[soldier] Do you have any bread left?
We're running out of bread, go get some.
Yes right now.
Glad to see you standing.
What are they doing there?
They stopped to bivouac.
I offered to cook for them.
- Do you have any pig left? - Sure.
- Its good ? - It's wonderful, madam.
I thought of the officers
and Benjamin proposed half portions for the soldiers.
It changes them from black bread.
Wine is needed at the officers' table!
[waitress] I'll take care of it.
I made your recipes and I completed with fruit pastes.
[soldier] Madam, please!
I'm coming !
I have the impression that the sweet is better served at the end of the meal.
[Louise] I let you serve you.
[waitress] Thank you.
- Take. - How nice.
These savages are enemies.
[Louise] This table wants bread.
It's your son's idea.
By cutting the bread into slices, there is less mess.
What is that ?
Fried potato sticks.
We could cut it long
and fry the pieces.
It would change.
It's not bad but it's nasty, it will never work.
It was just a test.
I'm glad you like it.
I was hungry.
I cooked
the vegetables apart, to keep their colors.
It's prettier, isn't it?
[acquiescence]
Eleven pounds, seven sous and three denarii.
There is trade and profit to be made there.
What do you mean exactly by that?
It won't work every day.
The roads are trying.
Travelers are tired of dingy inns.
These places only serve rotten pâtés and slimy soups.
Customers want real meals.
Why did you come back?
I have not left.
You were in a sorry state when you were picked up.
I'm better.
I would have denounced myself.
I wouldn't have been hanged, but you would have messed up my name.
I would never have been given a kitchen again.
She's the one who took care of you.
She watched over you for three days and three nights.
Forget that...
The important thing is that you no longer need the duke.
What we have done you can do every day.
You were right,
we have to share this place, but
not with Chamfort, with everyone.
Think about what we have accomplished since being here.
The more generous the meals
and the happier people are.
They will appreciate your cooking and
will be willing to pay to be treated well.
Soon,
people will make a detour to eat here.
They will come for you, Manceron.
At the Palais Royal, Beauvilliers takes advantage of the presence of deputies
in Paris to serve them all types of dishes, and he does not have your talent.
You will be an actor of our century. A better nourished humanity,
it is a humanity that thinks better.
[Louise] You could vary the prices according to the portions
and thus welcome all customers, nobles, bourgeois or peasants.
Imagine a new place, a buffet open to all.
- Everyone pays according to their appetite. - God forbid.
Forget your God!
If he had an interest in cooking, we would all be sated and content.
The people are starving. Either your god does not exist,
or it is a poor gourmet.
I don't like your buffet.
Eating is not filling your stomach.
I'm talking about empowering the cook,
to let him choose the dishes. Forget Chamfort, you owe him nothing.
The world is changing.
It's up to you to change with him.
Men fly!
A dining room.
You're going to sleep up there, we'll make a partition for you.
We'll need all the space
for a large dining room.
And it will be a plate service.
Russian way.
Starter dish dessert.
No buffet, but individual tables
so that everyone eats at their own pace
and take full advantage of the moment.
If we have to offer dishes, this is what we have to do.
Invent a place of indulgence.
A place of mouth. We need to create a point of life
as there are water points.
Tomorrow take everything we need.
- Buy chairs. - As many as you want.
Go get some paper, you have to draw all that.
[calm music]
Thank you.
Garden crumble
and chicken with morels.
No !
No, don't write that.
Write...
Poularde à la Manceron.
No cheese?
A Roquefort, right?
A tray ! With a selection.
Roquefort, cantal, goat cheese, Saint-Nectaire.
In preamble ?
No, after the dish.
Before sugar.
And for dessert ?
Your fruit pastes.
We could put a bouquet of flowers on each table.
How do you write Manceron? With a D?
I dunno. I've never seen it written.
So without artifice.
Powerful and efficient.
Like me ?
Client !
Our first clients.
I bet on five travelers, two of whom are very fat. Big eaters.
[soft music]
Here, sir, some sliced ​​bread.
Does the menu suit you?
- Taste, taste. - We can change a dish.
- We have a unique menu. - Follow me.
The daily menu prepared on site. Would you like some wine?
Is this place right for you?
Very well. I am pleased.
You have finished ?
Gentlemen and ladies, a little morels?
Did you like the entrance?
You're welcome.
Welcome.
Get comfortable.
[Louise] Welcome, gentlemen.
[Hyacinthe] The morel makes the chicken smile.
What is the point of breaking out if you confiscate all the profits?
I am satisfied with the tax.
And don't complain, I only demand what is due.
I could ask for the reimbursement of
the impromptu, the duke ate nothing.
To eat, he would have had to stop.
So stop quibbling, it doesn't work for you.
We have to know how to stay in our place, that's what holds the world together.
Without it, it would be chaos.
Believe me,
men like us are the guarantors of the order of things.
The day when people of my quality
will join the pack, it will be the end of an era...
Enjoy.
The Duke of Chamfort is not used to being so generous.
In the meantime, leave the noise to those who have nothing.
Learn the comfort of silence.
And do you feel happy that the duke tolerates
your business.
You claim not to make a
profit, but you hire maids?
- She's my apprentice. - A woman in the kitchen?
Are you kidding?
Well, she's not talkative. Where does she come from?
She worked for the Count of Briançon.
With jams.
With jams?
She doesn't look like squeezing quince jelly.
Why leave the castle of Briançon to end up in this hole?
Old Briançon wouldn't have scared
him away, he only likes the cup-and-ball.
I know you are versed on sugar.
They are tasty.
Besides, you are making a reputation for yourself.
We talk about your hostel to the castle.
The duke himself questioned me.
In my opinion, he will soon be visiting you.
And you are well aware that he loves fruit pastes.
Fruit pastes
and the maids!
[he's laughing]
[Louise] Pierre.
I ask you to understand.
I tried to forget
but I can't.
Someday the man who destroyed my life will come here.
I cannot come face to face with him without wanting to avenge myself.
To stay would destroy what you have built
and make you an accomplice in a crime.
And that, I can not bring myself to it.
I am sure you will be successful and thank you for everything.
Farewell.
Louise.
We had a horse stolen from us.
I'll go get some eggs.
[client] Please?
[customer] I've been asking for 3 times.
Can I have this dish? Customers get angry.
- [client] It's true that it's a long time. - [client] Might as well stay at home.
Yes, I am thinking of your fricandeaux.
Some wine !
- Dessert, please! - Yes.
Please...
You go ?
Bon appétit, sir.
Look, it's dry.
I bring you a new plate.
[melancholy music]
[he sighs]
Your idea is costing us a fortune.
Before long, we will no longer be able to buy our ingredients.
You have to attract customers other than travelers.
How? 'Or' What ?
I'm going to go and distribute menus in the surrounding towns.
It will change everything...
If you made another face, people would come back.
They come to seek happiness. And there is more to what you do.
And There you go !
Chicken !
- Please, can I have some? - Me !
I will serve you all, don't worry.
[shouts of joy and laughter from the children]
[Louise laugh]
- [servant] I'm telling you he's sleeping. - I doubt.
But it's past midnight.
I know. It's time to go to the kitchen for a snack.
Stop, Manceron.
Please excuse me, Mr. Duke.
There are ways of it.
This man is more stubborn than a donkey.
Monsignor, I must talk to you.
Should I call the guard?
- Monsignor... - Leave us, I'm telling you.
Well, Manceron,
you are very muddy.
They say you became an innkeeper.
- More than that. - Ah!
I serve cooked meals.
Starters, fish, meats, desserts.
And who eats them?
Who wants it.
It's absurd.
It is not enough to want to, you have to know how to eat.
It's an art.
Real cooking is not for ordinary people.
Only a true gastronome can appreciate your art
and heaven grants this grace only to a few people.
I was fortunate enough to serve one of them.
Thank you for agreeing, but in the meantime,
I'm here, alone as the ace of spades.
Back to the fire and stomach to the table. But in front of what?
This is what I am at.
I swallow,
but I'm not having fun.
Good cooks are rare, Manceron.
Your successor was a treat,
the next one barely knew how to make mayonnaise.
Your mayonnaise, Manceron...
How small things can make great memories.
Your wit will have cost us both dearly.
Why didn't you apologize?
You just had to apologize.
Please excuse me.
Look at this. It doesn't look like anything.
There is no balance, no invention, no harmony, nothing.
You allow ?
[he nods]
I have it for a minute.
Did you come to torture me?
No, Monsignor.
To serve you.
And invite you to lunch with me.
In truth, business is not very good.
What was I telling you ?
We don't ask toads to fly.
Exactly.
I need the advice of a real foodie.
How do I know what my recipes are worth without the
sanction of the only verdict that matters to me?
Why would I do that ?
To taste my duck à la Chamfort.
A duck in my name?
It must be sublime.
My lord...
Thanks,
let me give you back some of what you gave me.
[satisfied sigh]
That is.
I will come.
Hyacinthe will grant you a scholarship to compose an ambiguous for two.
I will be with the Countess of Saint Genet.
Thank you.
But I demand that you close your tavern.
Good food is not intended for the filthy. It has to be earned.
If your snack is up to the task, I
will pick you up and take you to Paris.
The Duke of Chamfort knows how to be magnanimous.
[bells are ringing]
There is someone for you.
You have a quarter of an hour.
[ringing]
You must come back.
You are my apprentice, you must obey me.
Without you, I have no taste for anything.
I need you.
Chamfort will have lunch with us in two days.
We will do what you want.
[soft music]
[ringing]
Yah!
- [lashes] - Yah!
[Chamfort] They claim to work for the good of the people
and find nothing better
than to shut yourself up in the Jeu
de Paume room to warm your mind.
They are talkers who will achieve nothing.
Lazy people. Pests.
And the king, what does he say?
According to the Bishop of La Motte, when he learned
that the National Assembly refused to disperse,
he would have shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well fuck, let them stay."
Well, I say: "Long live the king!"
Hey! Hop there!
Yah!
My God, but this is a hostel.
More than that, my friend, more than that.
- That's what he said. - You can be sure
that your Manceron has learned the lesson. [she laughs]
His exile must have seemed very heavy to him.
I understand that he begged your forgiveness.
I don't know which of us was punished the most.
I admit that I missed him a lot.
He had to knock his cackle down, you did well.
Hello.
I have always really liked the countryside.
Ah! Well Manceron, where were you?
Please excuse me, Monsignor.
Mrs...
Please come in.
I'm hungry.
You heard ? We are hungry.
What is this reception? Where are my people?
My father fired them.
We have hired
our own brigade.
Why all these chairs? There are only two of us.
I wanted to show you my tavern as I had imagined it.
A place so that everyone can come and
eat according to their desires and means.
But hey, I told you before,
that was a misconception.
The people cannot appreciate good things.
Look at this void.
Hurry to serve, otherwise I'll eat somewhere else.
There will be no service, Monsignor.
The dishes will be served one by one.
Amuse-bouche, starter, main course, cheese, dessert.
Like a farandole.
A farandole?
- I love farandoles! - Ah...
Well so be it. Let's go for the farandole.
But quickly.
It's funny, these small tables, it makes the banquet intimate.
[Chamfort] But what are these dishes?
[Benjamin] One basket per table.
A basket, a carafe and a bouquet.
A bouquet is missing here.
These girls can't serve a duke.
What do you do with uses? From the label?
Here, sir,
all customers are dukes and all customers are kings.
My lord...
Madame wanted potatoes.
But yes ! I love the potato.
The queen wears the flower in her buttonhole.
What do you call it?
The Delicious.
My friend, you must taste this.
[satisfied sighs]
I love !
My lord ! People !
- People ! - Eh ?
- People ! - But what's wrong with him?
I was given this at the market this morning.
[Manceron] Come in, don't be afraid, choose your table.
Who are these people ?
Come in, come in.
Hello.
You saw ? There are even tablecloths.
Yes, take a seat.
Look, a card announces the menu.
[Chamfort] What is this carnival?
How many are they ?
So send these people away.
This is unacceptable, I will not eat in front of strangers.
Good God, shut them up.
Hello.
[the duke coughs]
But anyway, what are you doing here?
I cook.
Louise has prepared your meal.
Who is it ?
But anyway, my friend, answer me.
Louise de La Varenne.
I agree, you deserve to have me poison you.
Can someone explain to me? I demand to understand.
Come and enjoy a free discovery menu at 12 noon sharp
in the presence of the Duke of Chamfort.
We will be complete.
[client] Yes, that's him.
[whispers]
[client] I saw him bigger.
You will pay me for it.
I'll send the guard.
They will teach you to stay in your place.
They'll close your cut-throat.
Can you hear me, Manceron? I will have you hanged.
Both ! I'll have you both hanged!
[The countess] Do you hear? Both !
Shut up, shut up.
That's it,
let's go see the king.
He will be happy to hear what I have to tell him.
Your trafficking, your secret participations in the Compagnie
des Indes and the assassination of François de la Varenne,
one of his most loyal subjects.
You don't scare me anymore.
Ouch.
Excuse you.
Down with privileges!
Get away !
Ouch!
[laughs]
Sorry.
- Louis. - We're going.
Louis, wait for me.
Go on !
Louis!
Come on, hue!
[whiplash]
Good-bye, Monsignor!
Come back when you want !
Is this table free?
Can we sit down?
Uh...
Yes of course.
Thanks,
get comfortable.
[Hyacinthe] We're going to have a great day.
Take.
Please.
May I congratulate Madame on her toilet?
You will be served right away. Please.
You...
A Delicious?
[soft music]
[Louise] Take a seat, I'll be right back with the menu.
Dear ?
Take a seat, please.
You will be fine here.
Look at the menu, I'll be back.
Welcome.
It will be served in two minutes.
It is a creation of Manceron.
You'll like it, it's called the Delicious.
Serve this table.
[triumphant music]
A Delicious?
[soft music]
[she laughs out loud]
No no no !
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