Chocolat Page #7

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[Sighs] What?

You told me. Remember?

SERGE:
"Something has to be done, Serge."

You did, didn't you?

People could have died.

REYNAUD:
You want their blood on your hands?

On... on my hands?

Should I go to Pere Henri and ask for forgiveness?

Listen to me, Serge.

Listen very carefully.

REYNAUD:
You must leave this village at once...

and never return.

Why would I leave my home and my cafe?

Because I'm evicting you, that's why!

What you have done puts you beyond anyone's help...

beyond my help, anybody's help!

Now get out!

Unless you will tell the police what you've done!

REYNAUD:
Get out! Get out! Get out!

Oh.

Oh.

[Wind howling]

[Softly moans]

VIANNE:
Time to go.

Hmm?

Oh, no.

I'm not going.

Well, it's hard for me, too.

Pantoufle hates this.

VIANNE:
Stop that.

Please put it on.

I hate you.

You're entitled. I said put it on.

Ouch!

Well, then, do it your self!

I can't!

Get up.

I have a bad leg like Pantoufle.

Stop that. Get up.

ANOUK:
Pantoufle can't walk. I can't walk.

Walk. Walk!

You're hurting me.

Well, stop being...

[Grunts]

Let me go!

[Grunts]

No!

It's not fair!

Stop it!

I'm not going!

It's... Stop it!

[Vianne gasps]

I'm sorry, Mama.

ANOUK:
I'm sorry.

ANOUK:
Don't worry, Mama.

The next time will be better, won't it, Mama?

It will.

ANOUK:
It will be wonderful.

I'm ready to go now, OK?

[Banging noises]

[People talking]

[People talking and laughing]

[Indistinct conversation]

LUC:
Like this, Mama?

CAROLINE:
That's right.

ALPHONSE:
Is this right?

No, no, you've got to cut on the corners like this.

So, just stop them.

CAROLINE:
Higher.

How do you like these almonds?

JOSEPHINE:
Are they chopped fine enough?

Are they OK, Vianne?

PERE:
Christ is risen.

My friends, let this Easter Day

be for us, too, a rebirth.

Let us strive...

REYNAUD:
No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, don't bury the word "rebirth."

Let it ring out.

Let this day be for us, too, a rebirth!

You see, we are extolling our... our parishioners...

to... to resurrect their moral awareness.

Hmm? OK, good, good. T-try again.

I think we've gone over this enough.

Let's call it a day.

What?

I'm very tired.

Fine, fine. Well, leave it with me.

I may have one or two suggestions.

Thank you, Monsieur le Comte...

Just a couple of suggestions.

A revision here and there.

We want it to be perfect tomorrow, don't we?

-Yes. -Yes.

We must resist the shallow, worldly temptations...

of our mortal... No, no.

We must renounce shallow, worldly temptations...

of our mortal flesh.

[Women talking]

[Reynaud gasps]

Caroline.

All my efforts have been for nothing.

I've suffered willingly.

I've fasted.

I've hardly eaten for weeks now.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my suffering is nothing.

It's just that I... I feel so lost.

I don't know what to do.

Tell me what to do.

[Grunts]

Aaah!

[Grunting]

[Gasps]

Huh.

[Panting]

[Grunting]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[Laughing]

[Laughing]

Ohh!

Unhh!

[Laughing]

[Sobbing]

[Pere whistling]

[Fizzing]

VIANNE:
Drink this.

Drink this.

It'll refresh you.

I promise.

Go ahead, drink.

I'm so sorry.

I won't tell a soul.

VIANNE:
Hmm. Better get cleaned up.

Easter Sunday.

The sermon.

I didn't finish it.

I'll think of something.

I'm not sure what the theme of

my homily today ought to be.

PERE:
Do I want to speak of the miracle...

of our Lord's divine transformation?

Not really, no.

PERE:
I don't want to talk about His divinity.

I'd rather talk about His humanity.

I mean, you know, how he lived

his life here on Earth.

His kindness.

His tolerance.

Listen, here's what I think.

I think we can't go around...

measuring our goodness by what we don't do.

PERE:
By what we deny ourselves...

what we resist...

and who we exclude.

I think we've got to measure goodness...

by what we embrace...

what we create...

and who we include.

[Pipe organ playing]

STORYTELLER:
It was certainly not...

the most fiery sermon Pere

Henri would ever preach...

nor the most eloquent.

But the parishioners felt a new sensation that day.

A lightening of the spirit.

[Accordion music playing]

STORYTELLER:
A freedom from the old "tranquilit?

Whoa! Fantastic!

Monsieur le Comte, try one of these.

Thank you.

STORYTELLER:
Even the Comte de Reynaud...

felt strangely...

released.

Although, it would take another six months...

before he'd work up the nerve

to ask Caroline out to dinner.

As for Josephine...

she took over the lease at the old cafe...

and gave it a new name.

[Wind howling]

[Door banging]

STORYTELLER:
But still the clever North Wind...

was not satisfied.

[Inhales]

STORYTELLER:
The Wind spoke to Vianne...

of towns yet to be visited.

Friends in need, yet to be discovered.

Battles yet to be fought.

By someone else... next time.

And so it was, the North Wind grew weary...

and went on its way.

When summer came to the little village...

a new breeze from the south blew soft and warm.

Just needed an adjustment.

Hope it'll be better now.

ANOUK:
Roux!

STORYTELLER:
My mother knew Roux's return...

had nothing to do with a silly old door.

So did I.

I thought you'd never guess.

My favorite, hot chocolate.

I knew that.

STORYTELLER:
As for Pantoufle?

Well, his bad leg miraculously healed...

and he hopped off in search of new adventures.

I didn't miss him.

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