01x02 - Ariane's Crime

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Ariane's crime

-Belfort, what a mess you got us into?

-My dear Lupin,
you won't believe your nose.

Your nostrils
are about to have a...

fabulous experience!
-Oh...

I don't feel right about this.
-Oh!

There they are!

-Her Majesty the Queen!

-Oh, it's about to start!
-Oh...

-Your Majesty.

-Mr. Martial.

-I am honored to present
my creations to you,

your Majesty.

-So there, prepare your nostrils!

Lupin, meet
the most talented perfumer

in Paris!

-Why do you care,

since you don't smell anything?
-Precisely, my dear Lupin,

you're going to be my sense of smell.

Oh... (Hush!)
-Hm?

-I named this one
"Spring at Versailles".

-Oh, how wonderful!

-Oh?

Berk.

-I'm listening.
Tell me what you smell.

-It smells really strong,
like a huge flower bouquet

that smells super... strong.

-I mean, make an effort.
Be more specific.

-Well, it stinks like lavender and it stinks

like rose, it stinks like orange blossom...

All at the same time. Ugh!
It's hurting my nose!

-What do you mean?

-In case you haven't noticed...

some of us are trying
to take a nap here. Hm!

-Oh, no, no, no!

-Perfect, finally a little silence.

Hm...

-What right have you to
enter my queen's office?

-Everything's fine, I'm just
looking to finish my nap.

You may go.

-My mistress's office
is not an inn.

Cats shed. You're going
to put fur on that seat!

-I don't shed,
Mr. cranky old feathery!

-That's it, you are insulting
me? Nobody talks to me like that!

-Mr Chevalier, it's not wise

when I haven't had enough sleep!

-What's going on?
-I'll find out, Majesty.

-The cat was meowing loudly!

-Ariane wasn't alone,
I heard Chevalier.

-Oh!

-Huh?

Oh...

-Oh!

-Oh! Oh, no!
But that's impossible!

-It's possible and I think...
Yes, my dear.

-It was too late, your Majesty.

All that remained of this poor
Chevalier but a lonely feather.

-How could Ariane...
-How could what? Eat him?

-Bontemps, for daring attacking
my dear parrot,

I order that cruel cat
to be banished from the castle!

-Oh?

-Very well, Your Majesty.

-Hum?

-It's a misunderstanding!
We need to talk to Ariane.

Ariane, what's gotten into you?

-Does it taste like chicken?

-Belfort, Lupin, I never
touched Chevalier.

We had a fight... and
he flew out the window!

That would mean you are falsely accused.

-I'm afraid so.

And my master Mr. Vauban
is out of town and can't help me.

I'm going to be banished
even if i'm innocent.

-I never thought I'd say
this, but we'll help you, cat.

-Yes, my dear Lupin.
Don't worry, Ariane.

We're going to find Chevalier
and prove your innocence.

-Thank you, my friends.

-But we don't know where
that grump has gone to sulk.

-And yet, time is running out.

Oh, I know!

Use your nose to track him down!

-I don't see why not.

I need to smell something
with Chevalier's scent.

-Hm... Oh! The feather!

-Hum?

-Chevalier lost a feather
in the Queen's office!

-Not a minute to
lose! Come on, Lupin!

Here comes Bazire!

-Oh no, not him!

-Quick, this way!

-Oh, boy!

-Mr Martial, if possible, and without

wishing to disturb you...
-Please, dear Bazire.

How may I help you?
-(Come on!)

-How can I put this?

I need a favor.

I need a perfume so strong that it could...

Cover this smell.

-Hm? Oh!

-Argh! Ugh!

-Lupin!

Oh!

-What an infection!
-Here.

-My poor Bazire, how long has it been
since you've washed your feet?

-Er...

-Oh!

Lupin, answer me!

Tell me something!

Come on, get up!

-I don't believe it!

I've never smelt anything
worse in my life.

-Right now, I'm glad
that my nose is numb.

-You said it! Let's get a move on!

So where's the feather?
Ah! There you are!

Over here, piece of bird!

Oh, no! Oh, no!

-Lupin!
-Oh?

-Lupin! Are you all right?
-Not good. I missed the feather.

Look at this.

-The garden cheers me up.

-Uh-oh!

Help me out of here, quick!

Thank you for your help.
-You're welcome!

-How can I cover up this horror?

But it's a wolf!

Bontemps! Bontemps!

-This cat must leave Versailles.

By order of the Queen.

-Bontemps,
I have a request to make!

Er... Have you ever come
across wolves in the castle?

-I didn't think that cat was so cruel.

-Nor did I.

Horribly cruel.
-Terribly!

-How aggressive!
-Animals...

-Oh... Oh... Ouch !

Huh?

-Oh dear!

-Tough feather.

-Watch out!
-Bazire!

What are you doing in the kitchen?

-M. Bontemps, I was just
looking for a bar of soap.

-Hm...

Here you are.
-Well, thank you, Mr. Bontemps.

Have a nice day!

-Oh là là!

It'll lose its smell in water!

OK, I've got it!

-You're wonderful, my dear Lupin.

-Argh! Hm...

-Lupin! What's the matter?

Answer me!

-I rub, but still, it stinks,

will the smell go away?
-Bazire!

Hum...

Don't worry, Lupin,
I'll save you!

-Oh... I saw a big light.

-Bazire again.

Let's go, we're running out of
time. We must find Chevalier.

-Hm...

This is it.

The trail ends here.

-There he is!

-Isn't this
the most delicate fragrance?

-Hello, how are you up there?

-Fine, thanks.

I'd like to be intoxicated with
the scent of orange trees alone!

-Chevalier, you must go
back to the queen!

-She thinks Ariane ate you.

-Don't ever speak to me
of this despicable creature!

-But Her Majesty needs to know that

you're alive, or Ariane will be banished!

-For the last time, I don't give a

damn what happens to that brat!

So please,
leave me alone!

-We've got to convince
him to see the queen.

-In any case, he doesn't like Ariane.

-Actually, Chevalier doesn't like anything.

-Except orange blossom, apparently.

-Exactly, my dear Lupin!

We could lure him to the Queen
office with the orange blossoms!

-Good idea! The trouble is,

he's bathing right now
in the middle of it.

It would take a huge
flower to get him out.

-I know!

You said the perfumer's

bottle smelled strong,
like a huge bouquet.

-The stinky stuff?

-To each his own taste.

Mr Martial does have
orange blossom essence.

Chevalier won't be able to resist it.

-It won't smell strong
enough, Belfort.

-We have to try.

-Belfort, Lupin, hurry up.

-Mr. Martial, we have
visited the entire château.

For the 100th time:
there are no wolves here.

All the same, mister,
this is Versailles!

-Let's take one last look around.

Just to be sure.

"Ro... marin".

-Faster!
-I'd like to see you there!

It's hard enough to decipher
human handwriting, but

when it's so badly written...
-I'll give you a paw!

Oops!

-Lupin!

-No worries! Let's switch
to the Lupin method.

No.

Next one.

Nope.

-I was sure
I'd seen the wolf around here.

A real wolf,
with real teeth.

-That's another no.

-Oh, dear!

What happened here?

What happened to my flasks?

My violet!

-Lupin, we've got to get
him out of here! It's for Ariane!

-I hate to do this, and you know it.

Okay, I'm going! Focus...

Boo.
-Oh!

Somebody help! Wolf! Bontemps!

-Let's get to work.

Orange blossom! Bingo!

Ugh!
It's so strong, I'm going to cry!

-Is this the famous

wolf you saw?

-I don't understand. It was right there!

A shaggy, ferocious beast
ready to pounce on me!

-Come on, then.
Would you like some tea?

Or some glasses.
-But Bontemps, I...

-Ah! One down!
Next!

-The bottle!

No !

Wake up, we've got to keep going!

-Argh...

It smells so weird!
Like foot flowers.

-Let's hope this works.

-I'm not touching that thing!
-I'll take care of it.

-Watch out!

-Oh no...
Where is it? What a nightmare!

-I hope the smell of Bazire's feet
doesn't spoil everything.

-Oh! What the...
What a marvel!

The scent of orange blossom mixed

with a little something.

An incredible "i don't know what"!

-Wow, he seems to like it.
-Let's make the most of it.

-How do you do it?

-At this hour,
the Queen is in the groves.

Come this way!

We're almost there!
-Coachman!

This cat must leave
Versailles, Queen's orders.

-Oh! Ariane!

Oh...

-Let's go Belfort!
We still have time.

The bird doesn't suspect a thing.
-How dare you?

Have you played me? And
for that brat, Ariane!

-Have you finished?

I'm fed up with the parrot
who's skimming off the top!

You're a turkey!

-Well said, Lupin!

A cruel, mean-spirited, narrow-minded turkey

who lets an innocent animal
wrongly convicted!

And your name is Chevalier!
Note: The litteral translation of the
parrot's name "Chevalier" is "Knight".

-I see! If you
take it like that...

-Allez, hue! Yah!
-OH!

-Oh, no!

Ariane!

-Chevalier! Here you are
again! Oh, how happy I am!

-My queen! My queen!
-You look so well!

But if you're here... Oh!
Bontemps, that cat was innocent!

-It would

seem so.

But it's certainly far
from Versailles by now.

-Oh!

Ariane! We're
going to get you out!

-Are you afraid of horses?

-Coachman!

Wait! Wait!

-Lupin, go. Our mission is
accomplished, Ariane is saved.

-A wolf?
-You're not getting into this!

This is Belfort,
His Majesty's dog.

-I never would have
believed it, but you saved me.

Thank you, my friends.

Without you, I'd be saying
my farewell to Versailles.

-Come on, Ariane. You would
have done the same for us.

-You're welcome, cat.

-I just... Well...
What can I say?

Apologize, Ariane.

I should have intervened
earlier on your behalf.

-No hard feelings, M. Chevalier.

At least... for today.

-Oh, eh?

-My dear Lupin, in the
end, all's well that ends well.

Oh, but...

I can't believe it!

We still haven't smelled the
perfume designed for the Queen.

-Without me, Belfort.

I've had my dose of
perfume for the rest of my life!

-I mean, what? A shoe,
it doesn't just disappear!

Where did it go? Oh...

At the castle court,
hygiene wasn't what it is today.

We thought water was
a carrier of disease.

So we washed without water,
with highly perfumed products.

We used a lot of perfume to cover

bad odors, specially because
toilets with a flush didn't exist.

And some visitors would
do their needs in the corridors.

We'll call Versailles
"the perfumed court".

We wore

scented gloves and fans to diffuse your perfume

and mark your presence in the entire room.

As Louis XIV got older,
he no longer tolerated excessive perfume,

and preferred light scents, like orange blossom water,

prepared thanks to the Versailles orangery.