Vatel Page #3

so the King can have his fountains!

Monsieur Vatel.

I am short of a page at my household at Saint Cloud.

You have a boy who might do apparently.

Send him to my apartement and I'll have a look at him.

Come, Lauzun, we have been promised music.

DUKE:
Music is my weakness.

The madwoman has been flogged, your Majesty.

I ask your pardon.

Madwoman?

Don't concern yourself, Prince. I recall no madwoman.

There's no sign of them. How long are they going to be?

You can't hurry a King.

Well, you can't slow down a sunset!

Madame...

Monsieur le Marquis?

The King sends you his compliments...

and he begs the favour of taking a cup of chocolate with you...

in your room at midnight.

With me?

May I offer you my congratulations?

Although, as you can imagine,

this came as a great blow to me.

After tonight, I cannot hope for deliverance...

from the pain of my own desires.

May I Suggest...

my rooms at ten?

Alas, Monsieur,

at ten o'clock I have an even more attractive offer.

Her Majesty has asked me to de-louse her spaniel.

[Whispering] Madame.

BOY:
Here, Marcel. And the rope.

GIRL:
Monsieur Vatel.

He's coming! Thank God.

MAN:
He's here!

Quicker!

Table one.

Shh!

With your King, eat, drink...

and enjoy yourselves!

We have to be perfect. Go, go. Go, go!

The Prince's gout is bad. Tell Dr. Bourdelot.

Madame de Courbe needs a new napkin.

Le Marquis d'Effiat wants his dish without coriander.

MONTESPAN:
Isn't it to your taste, your Majesty?

Change Montespan for Montausier.

You look pale, Prince. Are you ill?

Your Majesty is gracious to enquire...

Yes, indeed.

I see we share the same taste.

Taste?

In women.

There is a lady who has been rejecting my advances...

in a way which I find quite stimulating.

Her world is about to change.

The King has asked for her tonight.

I suggest we mark the event.

I want you to make a masterpiece.

Spun sugar, almond paste...

fruit, flowers. I'll leave it to you.

I'm not a patissier, Marquis.

You were apprenticed at Eberhardt's on the Ile Saint Louis.

I'll be too busy.

Ask someone else, Marquis.

Fruit and flowers in the colour of flesh and blood.

LAUZUN:
Flesh...

and blood.

I'll send my valet in the morning.

Ha ha ha ha! [Glass breaking]

VATEL:
Young sires, I ask you to behave yourselves!

- BOY:
Don't you know who I am?

- I do not have the honor.

I am the Vicomte d'Amboise.

And when I grow up, I'll be the Duc de la Tremoille!

ANNE:
In that case, it is not too soon to learn how to behave...

like the Duc de la Tremoille.

In truth, the Duc de la Tremoille behaves like a pig.

I thank you, Madame.

The poorest of the poor picked those flowers,

just for a few sous,

to make the trees pretty for his Majesty...

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