Chocolat Page #3

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something special for your lady friend?

Lady friend?

VIANNE:
The lovely woman your dog was so fond of.

Oh.

VIANNE:
Her favorite is chocolate seashells.

That's my guess.

Oh, no. I mustn't.

Madame Audel is in mourning for her husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When did he pass away?

The war. German grenade.

Hmm.

Well, it's been fifteen years since the war, so...

Not that war.

Monsieur Audel was killed on January 12, 1917.

It was quite a blow to Madame Audel.

Apparently so.

-Hmm. -Hmm.

Bonjour, Mesdames!

ALL:
Bonjour, Monsieur le Comte.

I wish all my tenants...

were as reliable as you, Madame Drou.

How is the contesse enjoying Italy?

Uh...She may be extending her trip.

MADAME DROU:
Ah, very nice.

Have either of you seen the

new shop across the square?

The chocolaterie? Yes.

Shameless, isn't it?

[Clicks off]

REYNAUD:
The sheer nerve of the woman...

opening a chocolaterie just in time for Lent.

REYNAUD:
The woman is brazen.

My heart goes out to that poor...

illegitimate child of hers.

Mmm.

Bonjour.

[Singing] You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

PERE SINGING:
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught no rabbit

You ain't no friend of mine

Ooh, yeah!

REYNAUD:
A new addition to the liturgy?

I have a weakness for American music...

Monsieur le Comte.

How long have you been with us, Pere Henri?

It will be five weeks.

Your predecessor, Pere Michel,

he was with us for five decades.

Yes, well...

I only pray I can live up to Pere Michel's example.

Yes, that's my prayer also.

I looked at your sermon, as you requested.

I've made one or two notes.

You're very kind.

Not at all.

Oh, one more thing.

If you haven't seen the new chocolaterie...

perhaps you might like to take a look.

It's important to know one's enemy.

Don't you think?

VIANNE:
Hey, where's my kiss?

Aah! Ugh!

Watch where you're going!

ANOUK:
Excuse me!

Hello. Morning.

What's the decor, Early Mexican Brothel?

No! If I need help, I'll ask for it.

What do you see in it?

Not a damn thing.

Come on. It's a game.

VIANNE:
What do you see?

I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games.

VIANNE:
Hmm. I've got just the thing for you.

ARMANDE:
That little girl

of yours, does she mind it?

Mind what?

The way you move her from place to place.

Oh. She's doing fine. I think it's good for her.

VIANNE:
Seeing new places, meeting new people.

Your cinnamon looks rancid.

Well, it's not cinnamon.

It's a special kind of chili pepper.

Chili pepper in hot chocolate?

VIANNE:
Mm-hmm. It'll give you a lift.

There.

[Sniffing]

It tastes like...

I don't know.

[Chuckles]

BOY:
Hop, hop, hop, hop!

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