Chocolat
Mme Drou Is something wrong?
Mme Clairmont No. I volunteered to distribute these. I promised the Comte I’d have them out by the end of the day.
Mme Drou Count me in. Not that I expect any of them to stop by for a hairstyle.
Mme Clairmont It’s not just that. The Comte feels we must stand firm. We cannot trust these people. Before you know it, they’ll be doing jobs for food. They’ll be begging at our doors.
Mme Drou Not at this door.
Mme Clairmont Good, Fuffi, good.
Armande Rub, rub. Rub harder. Rub. Rub, rub.
Man Bonjour.
Mme Clairmont Bonjour.
Armande Rub it. Hard. Keep your head still. Aha!
Vianne Bravo!
Armande Hello, Caroline. If you want to blame someone, blame me… corrupting him with cocoa.
Mme Clairmont Oh, how dare you, Mother?
Armande He’s happy. He’s fine. Look at him.
Luc Mama, I…
Mme Clairmont Well, what about you, Mother? Are you fine? I bet she has conveniently forgotten to tell you.
Armande Carol.
Mme Clairmont Why don’t you show them, Mother? Are you afraid to?
Armande Ah!
Mme Clairmont Why don’t you show? Insulin shots. She has diabetes… very advanced. She could be blind within a year.
Armande Yeah. Couldn’t you call me a drug addict? It sounds a lot more glamorous.
Mme Clairmont And you… you, you sit here feeding her sweets.
Armande There are worse ways to die.
Mme Clairmont Why don’t you just give her rat poison? It would be faster.
Armande Carol has a flair for drama.
Mme Clairmont She needs to be in a place where she can be taken care of.
Armande Me Mortoir?! I’d rather be in hell.
Mme Clairmont You may get there, Mother. Luc, come with me.
Luc I don’t want to.
Josephine He, he’s, he’s happy here. It’s good for him.
Mme Clairmont I will decide what is good for my son, Madame Muscat.
Armande Give me another. It’s my life. Let me enjoy what’s left of it. Fill ‘er up.
Vianne Armande, why didn’t you tell me?
Armande Is this a chocolaterie, or is it a confessional? Don’t you dare pity me.
Serge Sorry, we’re closed.
Roux She just wants a soda water.
Serge I don’t serve animals.
Roux Right.
Vianne Hello. I just made a fresh batch of monduon. Anybody interested?
Girl My tummy hurts.
Vianne Oh? I’ve got just the thing for that. Come in.
Roux What about boycotting immorality, then?
Vianne Come in. An old remedy. From the cocoa tree.
Girl Tastes strange.
Vianne Mmm. Maybe your daddy would like a taste?
Girl He’s not my daddy. He’s my pony.
Anouska Here. It’s a lot better than those leaves.
Girl Tastes good.
Anouska Come on. Pantoufle wants to meet you. He’s my kangaroo.
Vianne Go ahead. It’s your favourite.
Roux What makes you so sure?
Vianne Go on. Taste it.
Roux That’s fantastic.
Vianne Oh, thanks. I have a knack for guessing.
Roux It’s good. Not my favourite.
Vianne Sorry?
Roux All right. Thanks very much. You know, I could fix that, if you like. Not with glass, but… I can make you a nice strong one out of wood.
Vianne That’s nice of you… but I insist on paying you for your work.
Roux Well, that makes two of us, then. Bye. Thanks again.
Comte de Reynaud She’s laughing at us. Now she’s got one of those river people working for her.
Pere Henri Is that a problem? After all, Christ teaches us…
Comte de Reynaud Look at this. She’s soliciting for stalls and street performers for a fertility celebration on Easter Sunday. She’s cackling at us. When are you going to do something about it? Oh, there.
Roux What part of Australia is Pantoufle from?
Anouska A small town, outside of Sydney.
Roux What does he eat?
Anouska Leaves, bugs… and worms, of course.
Roux What about chocolate?
Anouska Kangaroos don’t eat chocolate.
Roux Has he ever tried it?
Anouska Have you ever tried chocolate? He’s not interested.
Roux Not interested? Mr Pantoufle, you surprise me. A world traveler such as yourself not interested in new flavours? You should be ashamed.
Josephine I have a very nice truffle here, if he wants to try it.
Anouska You’re wasting your time.
Josephine Oh, I’m sorry.
Roux How do you know you don’t like chocolate if you refuse to try it?
Anouska Do you like worms?
Roux What?
Anouska How do you know if you’ve never tried one? Ugh!
Roux Subtle. Zesty. Disgusting. Go on, my little friend. Be free.
Anouska You tricked me.
Pere Henri Satan… wears many guises. At times, Satan is the singer of a lurid song you hear on the radio. At times, the author of a salacious novel. At times, the quiet man lurking in the schoolyard… asking your children, if he might join their game. And at times, the maker of sweet things… mere trifles. For what could seem more harmless… more innocent… than chocolate?
Roux A bit of a squeak.
Vianne Hey, Guillaume! I’ve got something new Charly’s gonna love.
Monsieur Blerot Come on, Charly. Come on.
Roux It’s me. I should go.
Vianne No, it’s not you. Where have you been? I was worried. Hey! I’m talking to you.
Anouska It’s just like all the other towns.
Vianne Anouk. Anouk. Just tell me what happened.
Anouska Are you Satan’s helper?
Vianne Well, it’s, it’s not easy being different.
