Chocolat

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[Church bells chiming]

BOTH:
Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour.

Bonjour, monsieur. Say bonjour.

Bonjour.

Ahem.

STORYTELLER:
Once upon a time...

there was a quiet little village...

in the French countryside...

whose people believed in "tranquilit".

[Doors bang shut]

Tranquility.

[Organ playing]

CONGREGATION SINGING: Come Holy Ghost

Creator come

From Thy bright heavenly throne

Come take possession of our souls

And make them all Thine own

Far from us drive our...

STORYTELLER:
If you lived in this village...

you understood what was expected of you.

CONGREGATION SINGING: ...unto us bring

And through all...

STORYTELLER:
You knew your

place in the scheme of things.

And if you happened to forget,

someone would help remind you.

[Snorts]

The season of Lent is upon us.

This is, of course, a time of abstinence.

Hopefully, also a time of reflection.

Above all, let this be for us a time...

PERE:
a time of sincere penitence.

[Dog whimpers]

PERE:
It is a time to stand up and be counted.

STORYTELLER:
In this village...

if you saw something you weren't supposed to see...

you learned to look the other way.

PERE:
This is a time for Christ.

When you reflect, he knows what you reflect on.

STORYTELLER:
If by chance...

your hopes had been disappointed...

you learned never to ask for more.

PERE:
He knows for what you must be forgiven.

[Wind whistling]

So in this Year of Our Lord, 1959, things...

STORYTELLER:
So, through good times and bad...

famine and feast...

the villagers held fast to their traditions.

Until...

one winter day...

one winter day...

a sly wind blew in from the north.

PERE:
Where will we find truth?

[Wind blowing]

Where do we start looking?

[Wind whistling]

PERE:
Where will we find truth?

We will find it...

[Door closes]

Who the hell are you?

Oh, uh...

We're here about the patisserie.

We'd like to rent it...

VIANNE:
and the apartment above.

Where are you from?

Well, we lived in Andalucia for a while.

Let me see. Before that, Vienna...

and before that...

-Athens. -Pavia.

ANOUK:
Pantoufle hated it there.

Pantoufle is her kangaroo.

But he can't hop.

Bad leg. War injury, huh?

I'll expect you to keep it in good condition.

[Door slams]

[Vianne chuckles]

[Humming]

ANOUK:
What a nice town this is.

Don't you think so, Mama?

It's a lovely town.

Mama, Pantoufle wants to know how long we can stay.

VIANNE:
Oh, tell Pantoufle not to worry.

[Whispering]

Time for bed. What story tonight?

Pantoufle wants to hear about

grandmere and grandpere.

Not tonight, Anouska.

ANOUK:
You always say that.

Tell about grandmere and grandpere.

Not tonight.

How about the princess and the pirates?

ANOUK:
OK.

ANOUK:
Prepare to fire!

All hands on deck!

ANOUK:
Ready, aim...

fire!

REYNAUD:
Forgive the intrusion.

VIANNE:
It's a pleasure.

ANOUK:
Sorry, monsieur.

-Pirate attack. -Of course.

What is your name?

Anouk. What's yours?

I am the Comte de Reynaud at your service.

ANOUK:
A real one?

Like the Comte de Monte Cristo?

Ah-ah! He was not a real one.

VIANNE:
To what do we owe the honor of your visit?

Well, as mayor of Lansquenet...

I want to welcome you to the community...

and to invite you to worship

with us at mass on Sunday.

That's very kind of you, but

actually we don't attend.

VIANNE:
We're glad to be so near the church, though.

We'll enjoy singing with the bells.

The bells are not intended

as an entertainment, Madame.

They are a solemn call to worship for...

VIANNE:
Mademoiselle.

I beg your pardon?

Mademoiselle. I've never been married...

but feel free to call me Vianne.

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