Chocolat
Anouska Let me go! No! It’s not fair!
Vianne Stop it!
Anouska I’m not going!
Vianne It’s… Stop it!
Anouska I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry. Don’t worry, Mama. The next time will be better, won’t it, Mama? It will. It will be wonderful. I’m ready to go now, okay?
Luc Like this, Mama?
Mme Clairmont That’s right.
Monsieur Marceau Is this right?
Josephine No, no, you’ve got to cut on the corners, like this. So, just stop them.
Mme Clairmont Higher.
Josephine How do you like these almonds? Are they chopped fine enough? Are they okay, Vianne?
Pere Henri Christ is risen. My friends, let this Easter Day be for us, too, a rebirth. Let us strive…
Comte de Reynaud No. No, 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, our parishioners to… to, to resurrect their mortal awareness. Hmm? Okay, good, good. Try again.
Pere Henri I think we’ve gone over this enough. Let, let’s call it a day.
Comte de Reynaud What?
Pere Henri I’m very tired.
Comte de Reynaud Oh, fine, fine. Well, leave it with me. I may have one or two suggestions.
Pere Henri Thank you, Monsieur le Comte…
Comte de Reynaud Just a couple of suggestions. A revision here and there. We want it, to be perfect tomorrow, don’t we? Hmm?
Pere Henri Yes.
Comte de Reynaud Yes. We must resist, must resist the shallow, worldly temptations of our mortal… No, no. We must renounce shallow, worldly temptations of our mortal flesh. Oh! 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, I’m sorry, my, my suffering is nothing. It’s just I… I feel so lost. I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do.
Vianne Drink this. Drink this. It’ll refresh you. I promise. Go ahead, drink.
Comte de Reynaud I’m so sorry.
Vianne I won’t tell a soul. Hmm. Better get cleaned up. Easter Sunday.
Comte de Reynaud The sermon. I didn’t finish it.
Pere Henri I’ll think of something. I’m not sure… what the theme of my homily today ought to be. Do I want to speak of… the miracle of our Lord’s divine transformation? Not really, no. 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. 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.
Narrator 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. A freedom from the old tranquilite.
Monsieur Blerot Whoa! Fantastic!
Woman Monsieur le Comte, try one of these.
Comte de Reynaud Thank you.
Narrator 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 café… and gave it a new name. But still the clever North Wind was not satisfied. The wind spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited. Friends in need, yet to be discovered. Battles, yet to be thought. 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.
Roux Just needed an adjustment. I hope it’ll be better now.
Anouska Roux!
Narrator My mother knew Roux’s return had nothing to do with a silly old door. So did I.
Roux I thought you’d never guess. My favourite, hot chocolate.
Vianne I knew that.
Narrator As for Pantoufle? Well, his bad leg miraculously healed… and he hopped off in search of new adventures. I didn’t miss him.
