Chocolat Page #2

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I didn't tell you how to correct the mistake...

I just told you that you made one.

[Knock on door]

[Moaning]

[Footsteps]

WOMAN:
Not hungry, Monsieur le Comte?

The Lenten fast, Madame Rivet.

Are you not supposed to eat something?

It's all right. Leave it.

[Whispering]

VIANNE:
Hello.

May I help you?

It's expensive. I don't waste money.

I have a knack for guessing people's favorites.

These are your favorites. Am I right?

VIANNE:
On the house.

I think I'd better... [Mumbling]

WOMAN:
Well...

SECOND WOMAN:
This certainly is different.

THIRD WOMAN:
Yes. Very different.

WOMAN:
Look at that.

[Dog barks]

WOMAN:
Oh!

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Bonjour, Monsieur Blerot.

Bonjour, Madame Audel.

[Dog barking]

GUILLAUME:
No. Not that way, Charly.

Come on.

Come in! Please.

Come on, boy.

I've got something for you.

VIANNE:
What's your name?

GUILLAUME:
Charly. He's fourteen years old.

That's ninety-eight in human years.

No, I meant your name.

Oh! Guillaume Blerot.

You're very kind.

He has so few pleasures left.

Would you care...

VIANNE:
Would you care to buy...

something special for your lady friend?

Lady friend?

VIANNE:
The lovely woman your dog was so fond of.

Oh.

VIANNE:
Her favorite is chocolate seashells.

That's my guess.

Oh, no. I mustn't.

Madame Audel is in mourning for her husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When did he pass away?

The war. German grenade.

Hmm.

Well, it's been fifteen years since the war, so...

Not that war.

Monsieur Audel was killed on January 12, 1917.

It was quite a blow to Madame Audel.

Apparently so.

-Hmm. -Hmm.

Bonjour, Mesdames!

ALL:
Bonjour, Monsieur le Comte.

I wish all my tenants...

were as reliable as you, Madame Drou.

How is the contesse enjoying Italy?

Uh...She may be extending her trip.

MADAME DROU:
Ah, very nice.

Have either of you seen the

new shop across the square?

The chocolaterie? Yes.

Shameless, isn't it?

[Clicks off]

REYNAUD:
The sheer nerve of the woman...

opening a chocolaterie just in time for Lent.

REYNAUD:
The woman is brazen.

My heart goes out to that poor...

illegitimate child of hers.

Mmm.

Bonjour.

[Singing] You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

PERE SINGING:
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught no rabbit

You ain't no friend of mine

Ooh, yeah!

REYNAUD:
A new addition to the liturgy?

I have a weakness for American music...

Monsieur le Comte.

How long have you been with us, Pere Henri?

It will be five weeks.

Your predecessor, Pere Michel,

he was with us for five decades.

Yes, well...

I only pray I can live up to Pere Michel's example.

Yes, that's my prayer also.

I looked at your sermon, as you requested.

I've made one or two notes.

You're very kind.

Not at all.

Oh, one more thing.

If you haven't seen the new chocolaterie...

perhaps you might like to take a look.

It's important to know one's enemy.

Don't you think?

VIANNE:
Hey, where's my kiss?

Aah! Ugh!

Watch where you're going!

ANOUK:
Excuse me!

Hello. Morning.

What's the decor, Early Mexican Brothel?

No! If I need help, I'll ask for it.

What do you see in it?

Not a damn thing.

Come on. It's a game.

VIANNE:
What do you see?

I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games.

VIANNE:
Hmm. I've got just the thing for you.

ARMANDE:
That little girl

of yours, does she mind it?

Mind what?

The way you move her from place to place.

Oh. She's doing fine. I think it's good for her.

VIANNE:
Seeing new places, meeting new people.

Your cinnamon looks rancid.

Well, it's not cinnamon.

It's a special kind of chili pepper.

Chili pepper in hot chocolate?

VIANNE:
Mm-hmm. It'll give you a lift.

There.

[Sniffing]

It tastes like...

I don't know.

[Chuckles]

BOY:
Hop, hop, hop, hop!

SECOND BOY:
Where's your kangaroo?

ANOUK:
Uhh!

BOY:
Hop, hop, hop! I'm your kangaroo now!

[All yelling]

Stop it!

Stop it! Unh!

Anouk! In this school, we are civilized.

We do not strike one another!

ANOUK:
But they insulted Pantoufle!

TEACHER:
I don't care. Didi, Dedou, come along!

[Slams door]

TEACHER:
And be quiet.

Where's Pantoufle?

Shh!

My mother says you don't have a father.

Sure I do.

We just don't know who he is.

I was out all night with him.

We swam naked in the Tannes.

At dawn, when I returned to my house in my bed...

my mother poked her head in and said...

"Wake up sleepyhead."

[Laughing]

She had no idea I'd been gone.

[Laughing]

Sure you didn't put booze in there?

Nah. Something better.

Perhaps you should give it to my daughter.

ARMANDE:
Melt that chilly disposition of hers.

You and Caroline have a problem?

Do we have a problem?

She won't let me see my grandson.

I'm cut off from him.

VIANNE:
Why is that?

Armande, why is that?

Oh, I'm a bad influence.

'Cause I don't like her treating

him like a trained poodle.

I swear, that boy doesn't

piss without her permission.

ARMANDE:
Ever since her husband died...

she's been so...

The way she frets and fusses over that boy.

If only she'd let him run, let him breathe...

let him live.

But she worries that he will overexert himself.

Not much danger of that.

She won't even let the poor kid ride a bicycle.

Do you think he'd like to see you?

Do you have more of those bean thingies, please?

Oh, sure.

VIANNE:
How many do you want?

How many have you got?

Jack of hearts is a better hunter than you, eh?

Shoots the trump from right out under your nose.

Are you Serge Muscat?

The one and only. What's your pleasure?

-Is your wife here? -Josephine?

Well, it depends what you want with Josephine.

Oh, she left this at my shop.

Well, let me have it. I'll give it to her.

Oh, no. I'll give it to her myself, thanks.

MAN:
Got to go. I'm late for supper.

SECOND MAN:
But the game's not over yet.

Do you want to play?

You know Belote?

Of course I do.

Sit down.

[Footsteps]

VIANNE:
Josephine.

[Clatter]

What do you want?

You forgot this.

What do you want?

To be your friend.

I don't have friends. Does Serge know you're here?

Does it matter?

Do me a favor. Try one of these rose creams.

Tell me if you think it's a

little heavy on the Cointreau.

SERGE:
Josephine!

I'm coming!

JOSEPHINE:
He talks about you.

He says you're indecent.

He says you're an influence.

You're a bad influence for someone like me...

I don't have to listen to a

word your husband has to say.

JOSEPHINE:
No, not Serge.

Not him.

Reynaud, the mayor.

He...he talks about you.

Time to go.

Look what I won.

That's good. Come on.

[Man laughs]

MAN:
Bonsoir.

SECOND MAN:
You see? I said they'd be here.

[Birds chirping]

Luc, mind if I take a peek?

Oh, um... It's not really...

Show me.

Oh.

Well, I exaggerated the angle of the head.

You draw beautifully.

What's your going rate?

What?

To do a portrait.

How much would you charge?

Oh, I...

[Insect buzzing]

I couldn't. I'm not really a...

Fifty francs? Sound reasonable?

It'd be great.

[Vianne chuckles]

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