Chocolat Page #6

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without a care in the world.

[Sighs]

If I threw a party in this town, no one would come.

They don't need to know who's throwing it.

Armande, listen, I...

No, no, no. You listen.

I need this.

ARMANDE:
Huh?

When I need help, I ask for it.

[Guitar music playing]

WOMAN:
Boys, bring me some more wood.

VIANNE:
My mother used to sing that song...

when I couldn't sleep.

And did it help?

[Playing guitar]

I still didn't sleep, but, yes, it helped.

How's the door?

It squeaks.

-Does it? -Ha ha!

How's Anouk? Is she well?

Oh, she's better. She's fine.

ROUX:
Good. How are you?

I'm throwing a party...

If anyone shows up.

Thanks.

Who's invited?

A bunch of townspeople.

Tell me something. Why do you give a damn about...

what these narrow-minded villagers think?

You're not scared of them, are you?

Coming to the party or not?

I can't.

ROUX:
There's a boycott against immorality...

and I must respect that.

That is a problem.

Then, I'll leave you with this

test of your convictions.

What is that?

Your favorite.

My favorite? Is that right?

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

I'm undone...

but not my favorite.

Hmm.

I'll come round sometime...

get that squeak out of your door.

[Wind blowing]

[Wind blowing]

[Window bangs]

[Music playing]

A lot for you.

You see? It's perfect.

[People chattering]

[Chattering stops]

Bon appetit, everyone.

GUESTS:
Oh!

Ahh.

[Whispering] If the comte finds out...

ARMANDE:
The comte isn't here. He wasn't invited.

ANOUK:
Is Luc coming?

I'm sure they have other plans.

Luc?

CAROLINE:
Why are you sleeping?

Hmm?

Are you not feeling well?

Happy birthday, Grandmama.

ARMANDE:
The invitation said 5:00.

LUC:
I should have read it more closely.

If you had, you'd know there

was supposed to be no gifts.

Don't worry so much about the "supposed to."

LUC:
Like it?

You made me younger.

Very diplomatic.

Mmm.

[Laughs]

[Laughter]

I have two announcements.

GUESTS:
Shh!

Number one... if you like what you tasted here...

you're going to love my

chocolate festival on Sunday.

Advertise on your own time.

What's for dessert?

That brings me to number two.

It is my duty to announce...

that there is no dessert here tonight.

GUESTS:
Oh!

WOMAN:
No dessert?

VIANNE:
Because it's on Roux's boat.

Any complaints, see me.

[Music playing]

[People laughing]

Ha ha ha!

SERGE:
Monsieur le Comte?

Who's there?

SERGE:
I must speak to you.

MAN:
Whoo!

You see, Monsieur le Comte? You see?

There's Josephine, that stupid cow.

Something must be done, Serge.

Something must be done.

["Caravan" playing]

-You done yet? -Almost.

-Almost? -Hmm?

ROUX:
Come on, leave it. You're done.

Come with me.

Come on.

I have chocolates everywhere.

What? You're all right.

Do you think everyone had a good time?

Shh.

Mmm. Mmm.

Ha ha ha ha!

I'm tired.

Vianne, Roux.

Thanks.

This was...

Thank you.

VIANNE:
I'll take you home.

Oh, for God's sake, don't fuss.

You'll ruin a perfectly decadent evening.

I'm not partial to big, sloppy good-byes.

Ohh.

Armande.

[Rubs back]

Hmm.

LUC:
I'll take care of the dishes.

ARMANDE:
I think I'll sleep in my chair tonight.

VIANNE:
Do you like it?

Taking your home with you wherever you go?

Yeah. Why not?

Your way must be harder...

each time having to make a new home from scratch.

Well, maybe this time I'll get it right.

What do you mean?

Maybe I'll stay.

VIANNE:
What?

Don't you ever think about belonging somewhere?

The price is too high.

You end up caring what people expect of you.

No.

Is that so terrible?

Having people expect something of you?

How does Anouk feel about it?

What?

All the moving around.

No, she's fine.

She handles it beautifully.

She makes friends easily.

She has such an unusual...

She hates it.

She hates it.

[Vianne moaning softly]

[Laughing softly]

Vianne.

ROUX:
Vianne, come on.

Come on.

[People shouting]

MAN:
Get 'em out of here!

We need more! Hurry up!

Anouk!

CHILD:
Mommy!

CHILD:
Aah!

Anouk!

[People shouting]

No!

Jesus!

ROUX:
Come back!

VIANNE:
Anouk!

ROUX:
Come back, Vianne!

VIANNE:
Aah!

VIANNE:
Anouk!

-Stop! -No!

-No! -Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

-Come back! -No!

[Explosion]

[Crowd screams]

[Coughing]

No!

Come on!

[Both panting]

[Crying]

Why did you stop me?

It was too late.

[Sobs]

ANOUK:
[Faintly]Mom!

There she is.

Oh, my God, there she is!

Mama!

Anouska! I'm coming!

Oh, my God.

ANOUK:
You're hurting me.

VIANNE:
Oh, my God.

[Cat meows]

[Vianne singing softly]

[Knock on door]

ROUX:
I just wanted to make sure that...

Yes, we're OK.

You?

And I came to say...

To say good-bye. Yes, I know.

What?

Your boat.

You've lost your home.

No.

Just a way to get from place to place, really.

So, how will you...

I'll manage.

[Sighs]

Well...

VIANNE:
Well...

Vianne...

Listen, I...

VIANNE:
I know. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Your papa used to ride this

bike every single morning.

He would have wanted you to have it.

Just you promise me you'll never run away again, OK?

LUC:
Mama, she...

CAROLINE:
What?

What's wrong, Luc?

PERE:
Though we cannot know...

Armande Voizin's last thoughts...

we can hope they were thoughts of penitence.

We can hope she asked God...

to forgive the self-indulgence...

that aggravated her illness and caused her death...

and we can pause to reexamine our own lives.

We can resist those...

who would lead us into temptation.

PERE:
Blessed is the one who endures temptation...

for when he has stood the test...

[Wind blowing]

ANOUK:
Mama...

Can we go home now?

Of course.

Of course.

Whatever you like, Mama.

Vianne, did you want me...

to start the ganache for the festival?

Vianne?

Did you...

What are you doing?

VIANNE:
Leaving. First thing in the morning.

Is it because of Armande?

That was not your fault.

It's time, that's all.

This is who I am.

Did you believe anything you told me?

JOSEPHINE:
Did you believe I could be better?

Was it all a joke?

I have to pack now.

If you leave, everything will go back...

to the way it always was.

It is the way it always was.

Not for me.

CAROLINE:
I know how you feel.

REYNAUD:
Beg your pardon?

I suppose it can't be easy...

having her gone.

Can't seem to get used to it,

no matter how much time.

Ahem. But I... look forward to her return.

I don't believe anyone would think less of you...

CAROLINE:
if you were to say

she was never coming back.

Good night, Paul.

[Panting]

Caroline!

I'm sorry.

I need to talk to you.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Monsieur le Comte.

It's all right.

Sorry to bother you, Monsieur le Comte.

REYNAUD:
All right.

It was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

SERGE:
Of course it was. I know it was.

It's everything with Josephine.

REYNAUD:
Serge...

What are you talking about?

SERGE:
The fire, Monsieur le Comte.

I know it was the right thing to do...

but I can't get rid of the faces and the screams.

The fire...

The fire was an act of God.

It was me, Monsieur le Comte.

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