1 'Although each of the world's countries would dispute this fact, we French know the truth. 'The best food in the world is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris. 'And the best food in Paris, some say, is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau. 'Gusteau's restaurant is the toast of Paris, booked 5 months in advance. 'And his dazzling ascent to the top of fine French cuisine has made his competitors envious. 'He is the youngest chef ever to achieve a five-star rating. 'Chef Gusteau's cookbook, Anyone Can Cook! climbed to the top of the bestseller list. 'But not everyone celebrates its success.' 'Amusing title, Anyone Can Cook! 'What's even more amusing is that Gusteau actually believes it. 'I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously. And, no, I don't think anyone can do it.' (RAIN FALLS) (BANGING) (BANGING, SCREAMING) (CLATTERING) (CLANGING) (BANGING / CLATTERING) 'This is me.' 'I think it's apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit.' 'What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat.' 'Which means life is hard.' 'And second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.' 'Flour, eggs, sugar... Mmmm! Vanilla bean...' Oh! Small twist of lemon. Whoa, you can smell all that? You have a gift. 'This is Emile, my brother. He's easily impressed.' So, you can smell ingredients? So what? 'This is my dad. He's never impressed.' 'He also happens to be the leader of our clan.' So, what's wrong with having highly developed senses? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't eat that! What's going on here? 'Turns out that funny smell was rat poison.' 'Suddenly, Dad didn't think my talent was useless.' 'I was feeling pretty good about my gift.' 'Until Dad gave me a job...' Clean. Clean. 'That's right. Poison checker.' Cleanerific. Cleanerino. Close to godliness. Which means clean. You know, cleanliness is close to... Never mind. Move on. 'Well, it made my dad proud.' Now, don't you feel better, Remy? You've helped a noble cause. Noble? We're thieves, Dad. And what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage. It isn't stealing if no one wants it. If no one wants it, why are we stealing it? 'Let's just say we have different points of view.' 'This much I knew, if you are what you eat, then I only wanna eat the good stuff.' 'But to my dad...' Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Shut up and eat your garbage. If we're going to be thieves, why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen where nothing is poisoned? First of all, we are not thieves. Second, stay out of the kitchen and away from humans. It's dangerous. 'I know I'm supposed to hate humans, but there's something about them.' 'They don't just survive. They discover, they create.' 'I mean, just look at what they do with food.' (TV) "How can I describe it? Good food is like music you can taste, colour you can smell!" "There is excellence all around you." You need only be aware to stop and savour it." 'Oh, Gusteau was right!' (UPBEAT MUSIC) 'Oh, mmm, yeah.' 'Oh, amazing.' 'Each flavour was totally unique.' (SOFT MUSIC) Ahhh... 'But combine one flavour with another, and something new was created!' (DISCO MUSIC) (GASPS) 'So now I had a secret life.' (LAUGHS GLEEFULLY) 'The only one who knew about it was Emile.' Psst! Hey, Emile. Emile! I found a mushroom! You're good at hiding food! Help me find a good place for this. 'He doesn't understand me, but I can be myself around him.' Why are you walking like that? I don't want to constantly have to wash my paws. Ever think how we walk on the same paws we handle food with? Ever think about what we put into our mouths? All the time. I don't wanna taste everywhere my paws have been. Go ahead, but if Dad sees you walking like that, he's not gonna like it. What have you got there? Ah, oh, oh... (LAUGHS) You found cheese? And not just any cheese! Tomme de Chevre de Pays! That would go beautifully with my mushroom! And... Er, and, and... Oh! This rosemary! This rosemary, er, with, er, maybe... maybe a few drops from this sweet grass! Well, throw it on the pile, I guess, and then we'll - We don't wanna throw this in with the garbage. This is special. But we're supposed to return to the colony before sundown or Dad's - Emile! There are possibilities unexplored here. We gotta cook this. Now, exactly how we cook is the real question... Oooh! (TITTERS) Yeah! The key is to keep turning it. (DISTANT THUNDER) Get the smoky flavour nice and even. That storm's getting closer. Hey, Remy, you think that maybe we shouldn't be so... (BOTH SCREAM) (GROANS) (GROANS TURN TO JOY) Whoa, you gotta taste this! It's got this kind of, mmm, this burny, melty... It's not really a smoky taste. It's a certain,... kinda like a... Peow! It's got this Ba-Boom-Zap! kinda taste. Don't you think? What would you call that flavour? Lightning-y? Yeah. It's lightning-y! We got to do that again. When the next storm comes, we'll go up on the roof... I know what this needs! Saffron! A little saffron would make this! Saffron... Why do I get the feeling ..it's in the kitchen? It's in the kitchen! (SNORES) (TV) "Don't forget to season the sweet grass with salt and pepper, then saute in butter..." Er, saffron... Not good. Saffron... Hmm... Don't like it. She's gonna wake up! I've been down here a million times. She turns on the cooking channel, boom, she never wakes up. You've been here a million times - Saffron will be just the thing. Gusteau swears by it. OK. Who's Gusteau? Just the greatest chef in the world. Wrote this cookbook. W-W-Wait. You... read? Well, not excessively. (GROANS) Oh, man. Does Dad know? You could fill a book, a lot of books, with things Dad doesn't know. And they have, which is why I read. Which is also our secret. I don't like secrets. All this cooking a-a-and reading and TV-watching... while we read and cook! It's like you're involving me in crime, and I let you. Why do I let you? What's taking those kids so long? Ah, L'Aquila saffron. Italian. Huh? Gusteau says it's excellent. Good thing the old lady's a food love... "Forget mystique. This is about your cooking." Hey! That's Gusteau. Emile, look. "Great cooking is not for the faint of heart." "You must be imaginative, strong hearted." "You must try things that may not work." "Don't let anyone define your limits because of where you come from." "Your only limit is your soul." "What I say is true. Anyone can cook." "But only the fearless can be great." Pure poetry. (TV) "But it was not to last." "Gusteau's restaurant lost one of its five stars after a scathing review by France's top food critic, Anton Ego." "It was a severe blow to Gusteau, and the broken-hearted chef died shortly afterwards, which, according to tradition, meant the loss of another star." Gusteau is dead? Oh! (REMY SQUEAKS) Oh! Ohhhh! (CLATTER!) Run! No, you'll lead her to the colony! Help, Remy, help! Emile! Start swinging the light! (SQUEAKS FRANTICALLY) I'll try to grab you. (SNARLS) Emile, swing to me. Whoa! Oh! (CRACKING) (SCREAMS) Evacuate! Everyone, to the boats! (RATS SCREAM) Let me through! (GASPS) The book! Excuse me. Move, move. Go, go, go, go! Move, move, move. Get the bridge up! Move it, move it! Hey, Johnny! Hurry! Push off. Come on. Get hold! Take the baby. Here! Give me your paw. Hey, wait for me! (LIGHTNING) Is everybody here? Where's Remy? Right here! I'm coming! I'm coming! (PANTS) Hold on, son. Give him something to grab on to. Paddle, son! Come on. Reach for it. You can do it! (BANG!) (GUNSHOT) Remy! Dad! Come on. You can make it. You can make it. Guys, wait. Stop! Remy. Come on. Paddle! Hold on! Wait for me. Hold on! (MUFFLED SHOUTING) Dad? Dad? Which way? (GASPS / PANTS) Agh! Agh! 'I waited.' 'For a sound...' 'A voice... ..a sign...' 'Something.' (TUMMY RUMBLES) If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. Why do you wait and mope? Well, I've just lost my family, all my friends, probably forever. How do you know? Well, I... (STAMMERS) You are an illustration. Why am I talking to you? Well, you just lost your family, all your friends. You are lonely. Yeah! Well, you're dead. Ah, but that is no match for wishful thinking. If you focus on what you've left behind, you'll never see what lies ahead. Now go up and look around! (LAUGHTER / CHATTER) (SNIFFS) Oh! (CHUCKLES) (CORK POPS / CHEERING) Champagne! What are you doing? I'm hungry! I don't know where I am or when I'll find food again. Remy, you are better than that. You are a cook. A cook makes. A thief takes. You are not a thief. But I am hungry. (CHUCKLES) Food will come, Remy. Food always comes to those who love to cook... (SHOUTING) You think I am playing? You don't have the guts! (BANG) (DOG BARKS) (ROMANTIC MUSIC) Paris? All this time I've been underneath Paris? Wow. (GASPS) It's beautiful. Ze most beautiful. Gusteau's? Your restaurant? You've led me to your restaurant! Er... It seems as though I have. Yes. There it is! I have led you to it! I gotta see this! Ready to go on table seven. Coming around. Coming up! I need more soup bowls, please. I need two rack of lamb. I need more leeks. I need two salmon, three salade composee, and three filet. Firing two orders, seared salmon. Three filet working. I need plates. Fire seven! Three salade composee up. I'm getting buried here! Hello, Chef Skinner. How your night be now? Bonjour, chef. Hello, Chef Skinner. Evening, chef. < Ordering deux filet. Hey, boss, look who is here. Alfredo Linguini, Renata's little boy. Hi. All grown up, eh? You remember Renata, Gusteau's old flame? Ah, yes. How are you...? Linguini. Yes, Linguini. So nice of you to visit. How is...? My mother? Renata. Yes, Renata. How is she? Good. Well, not go... She's been better. I mean, er... She died. Oh. I'm sorry. Oh, don't be. She believed in heaven, so she's covered. You know, afterlife-wise? < (BANG!) Watch yourself! Er... (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) What's this? She, er... She left it for you. I think she hoped it would help... me... you know, get a job... here. But of course! Gusteau wouldn't hesitate. Any son of Renata's is more than - Yes, well, we could file this, and if something suitable opens - We have already hired him. What?! How dare you hire someone without my perm- We needed a garbage boy. Oh, garbage. Well... I'm glad it worked out. Er... (REMY) I can't believe it. A real gourmet kitchen, and I get to watch! You've read my book! Let us see how much you know. Which one is the chef? Oh! Uh... Oh, that guy. Very good. Who is next in command? The sous chef... there. The sous is responsible for the kitchen when the chef's not around. Saucier, in charge of sauces. Very important. Chef de partie, demi chef de partie, both important. Er, commis, commis, they're cooks. Very important. Ah! You are a clever rat. Now, who is that? Oh, him? He's nobody. He is part of the kitchen. No, he's a plongeur or something. He washes dishes or takes out garbage. He doesn't cook. But he could. Er,... (LAUGHS) ..no. How do you know? What do I always say? "Anyone can cook." Well, yeah, anyone can. That doesn't mean that anyone should. Well, that is not stopping him! See? What... What is he doing? No. No! No, this is terrible! (STAMMERS) He's ruining the soup! And nobody's noticing? It's your restaurant! Do something! What can I do? I am a figment of your imagination. But he's ruining the soup! We got to tell someone... Table five coming up, right now! (GASPS / PANTS) Agh! Coming down the line! Set. Hot! Open oven! Ooof! (POT CLATTERS) One filet mignon, three lamb, two duck! (ROMANTIC MUSIC) I'd like to present the foie gras. It has a wonderful finish... Ooh! Agh! (GROANS) Ready to go on table seven! Come on! Let's go! Oui, chef! (RETCHES / GROANS) Remy! What are you waiting for? Is this gonna become a regular thing? You know how to fix it. This is your chance. (SLOW-PACED MUSIC BUILDS) (MUSIC ENDS) (GASPS) The soup! Where is the soup? Out of my way. Gusteau! Move it, garbage boy! You are cooooo-king? How dare you cook in my kitchen? Where do you get the gall to even attempt something so monumentally idiotic?! I should have you drawn and quartered! I'll do it. I think the law is on my side. Larousse, draw and quarter this man, AFTER you put him in the duck press... Oh, no, no! ..to squeeze the fat out of his head! No! What are you blathering about? The soup! Soup? Stop that soup! Nooooo! (ELEGANT PIANO MUSIC) Er, waiter! (GASPS) Linguini! You're fired! F-I-R-E-D! Fired! She wants to see the chef. But he... (STAMMERS) (CLEARS THROAT) 1 What did the customer say? It was not a customer. It was a critic. Ego? Solene LeClaire. LeClaire? What did she say? She likes the soup! Wait. What do you mean? You're the reason I'm in this mess! Someone is asking about your soup. What are you playing at? I, um... Am I still fired? You can't fire him. What? LeClaire likes it. She made a point of telling you so. If she write a review and find out you fired the cook responsible? Tsk! He's a garbage boy! Who made something she liked. How can we claim to represent the name of Gusteau if we don't uphold his most cherished belief? And what belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou? Anyone can cook. Perhaps I have been a bit, er, 'arsh on our new garbage boy. He has taken a bold risk, and we should reward that, as Chef Gusteau would have. If he wishes to swim in dangerous waters, who are we to deny him? Ahem. You were escaping? Oh, yeah! Since you have expressed such an interest in his cooking career, you shall be responsible for it. (GIGGLES) Agh! Anyone else? Hmm? Then, back to work! You are either very lucky or very unlucky. You will make the soup again, and this time, I'll be paying attention. Very close attention. They think you might be a cook. But you know what I think, Linguini? I think you are a sneaky, overreaching little... Rat! (PANS CLATTER) Ooof! Get the rat! Linguini, get something to trap it! It's getting away. Get it, get it, get it! What should I do now? Kill it. Now? Not in the kitchen! Are you mad? Do you know what'd happen if anyone knew we had a rat in our kitchen? They'd close us down! Our reputation is hanging by a thread as it is. Take it away from here. Far away. Kill it. Dispose of it. Go! Whoa! Don't look at me like that! You aren't the only one trapped! They expect me to cook it again! I'm not ambitious. I wasn't trying to cook. I was just trying to stay out of trouble. You're the one who was getting fancy with the spices! What did you throw in there? Oregano? No? What? Er, rosemary? That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary? You didn't throw rosemary in there? Then what was all the flipping and all the throwing the... (SIGHS) I need this job. I've lost so many. I don't know how to cook, and now I'm talking to a rat as if... (GASPS) Did you nod? H-Have you been nodding? You understand me?! So I'm not crazy! Wait a second, wait a second. Er... I can't cook, can I? But you,... you can, right? Don't be so modest. You're a rat, for Pete's sake. Whatever you did, they liked it. Yeah. This could work. Hey, they liked the soup! Ahhhh! (SPLASH!) They liked the soup. Do you think you could... do it again? OK, I'm gonna let you out now. But we're together on this. Right? OK. (LAUGHS) (SIGHS SADLY) (VIOLIN MUSIC) (FULL ORCHESTRA) (CLATTERING) (GRUNTS) (BELL RINGS) (MUTTERS ANGRILY) So this is it. I mean, it's not much, but it's, er, you know, er... Not much. It could be worse. There's heat, light and a couch with a TV, so... what's mine is yours. (WOMAN) "Are you... Is this... a dream?" "The best kind of dream." "One we can share." (SNORES) "But why here? Why now?" "Why not here? Why not now?" "What better place to dream than in Paris?" (SNORTS DROWSILY) Morning, Little Chef. Rise and shi... Oh, no. Idiot! I knew this would happen! I let a rat into my place and tell him what's mine is his... Eggs, gone! Stupid! He's stolen food and hit the road! What did I expect? That's what I get for trusting a ra... (STAMMERS) Hi. Is that for me? Mmm! That's good. What did you put in this? Where'd you get that? Look, it's delicious. But don't steal. I'll buy some spices, OK? Oh, no. We're gonna be late. And on the first day! Come on, Little Chef! "Though I, like many other critic, wrote off Gusteau as irrelevant since the great chef's death, the soup was a revelation. A spicy yet subtle taste experience." Solene LeClaire? Yes! "Against all odds, Gusteau's has recaptured our attention." "Only time will tell if they deserve it." (SIGHS) Well, er... You know... Look, I know it's stupid and weird, but neither of us can do this alone, so we gotta do it together, right? You with me? So let's do this thing! (DOORS BANG) I... (SQUIRMS / SQUEALS) (PANTS) Welcome to hell. Now, recreate the soup. Take as much time as you need. All week if you must. Soup. Gah! (GIGGLES) (CRUNCH!) Ow! You little... Ow! (GIGGLES) Oh! (LAUGHS / SQUEALS) Ooh! Da...! Oooh! Ahhhh... (PANTS) Ow! You got... Ahhh... Agh-hhh! Aggggggghhh! Yaaaaggggghhhh! This is not gonna work, Little Chef! I'm gonna lose it if we do this any more. We've gotta figure out something else. Something that doesn't involve any biting, nipping, or running up and down my body with your little rat feet. The biting! No! Scampering! No! No scampering or scurrying. Understand, Little Chef? (DREAMY MUSIC) Little Chef? Oh, you're hungry. OK, so let's think this out. You know how to cook, and I know how to appear, er, human. We need to work out a system so that I do what you want in a way that doesn't look like I'm controlled by a tiny rat chef. Listen to me! I'm insane! In a refrigerator talking to a rat about cooking in a gourmet restaurant. Linguini? We gotta communicate. I can't be constantly checking for a yes-or-no head shake from a rat... The rat! I saw it! A rat? Yes, a rat. Right next to you. What are you doing in here? I'm just, er, familiarizing myself with, you know, the vegetables and such. Get out. One can get too familiar with vegetables, you know! That was close. Are you OK up there? Whoooooaaa! (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) How did you do that? Whaa-ho! That's strangely involuntareee-y! 'One look and I knew we had the same crazy idea.' OK. Huh? Ow! Oh! Where are you taking me? Wait. Ohhh! (DISHES CLATTER) Whoa! Whaaa! (LAUGHING) Wait. I'm sorry! Whoa! OK... Mmm-hmm... (REMY SQUEAKS) (CHEERY MUSIC) (GROANS) OK... (TYRES SCREECH) (CRASH!) (SHUDDERS) Whoa-ho! Whoa! A votre sante! (LAUGHS) Alright! That should do it. (MUSIC ENDS) Mmm. Congratulations. You were able to repeat your accidental success. But you'll need to know more than soup if you are to survive in my kitchen, boy. Colette will be responsible for teaching you how we do things here. Listen, I just want you to know how honoured I am to be studying under - You listen! I want you to know who you are dealing with. How many women do you see in this kitchen? Well, I... Only me. Why do you think that is? Well - Because haute cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules written by stupid old men! Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world. But still I'm here. How did this happen? Because... Well, because you - I am the toughest cook in this kitchen. I've worked too hard for too long, and I am not going to jeopardise it for some garbage boy who got lucky. Got it? Whoa! Wow! 1 Easy to cook. Easy to eat. Gusteau makes Chinese food Chine-easy! (LAUGHS) Excellent work, Francois, as usual! It's good, isn't it? I want you to work up something for my latest frozen-food concept. Gusteau's Corn Puppies. They're like corn dogs, only smaller. Bite size. What are corn dogs? Cheap sausages dipped in batter and deep fried. You know, American. Whip something up. Maybe Gusteau in overalls and Huckleberry Tom hat. Or as a big ear of corn in doggie make-up. Yes. But, please, with dignity. (SHOUTING FROM KITCHEN) Get my lawyer! Well, the will stipulates that if after a period of two years from the date of death, no heir appears, Gusteau's business interests will pass to his sous chef. You. I know what the will stipulates. What I want to know is if this letter... (GROWLS) If this boy changes anything? There's not much resemblance. There's no resemblance at all! He is not Gusteau's son. Gusteau had no children! And what of the timing of all this? The deadline in the will expires in less than a month! Suddenly, some boy arrives with a letter from his recently deceased mother, claiming Gusteau is his father? Highly suspect! This is Gusteau's? Yes, yes, yes. May I? Of course. But the boy does not know. She claims she never told him or Gusteau and asks that I not tell. Why you? What does she want? A job. For the boy. Only a job? Well, yes. Then, what are you worried about? If he works here, you can keep an eye on him while I do a little digging, find out how much of this is real. I will need you to collect some DNA samples from the boy. Hair, maybe. Mark my words. The whole thing is highly suspect! (QUIVERS) He knows something. Relax, he's a garbage boy. I think you can handle him. What are you doing? Er, I'm cutting vegetables. I'm cutting vegetables? No! You waste energy and time! You think cooking is a cute job, like Mummy in the kitchen? Mummy never had to face the dinner rush, when every dish is different all different cooking times, but must arrive on the table at exactly the same time, hot and perfect! Every second counts, and you cannot be Mummy! What is this? Er... Keep your station clear! Messy stations slow things down. Food doesn't go, orders pile up. Disaster. I'll make this easy to remember. Keep your station clear, or I will kill you! Your sleeves look like you threw up on them. Keep your hands and arms in, close to the body. Like this. See? Cooks move fast. Sharp utensils, hot metal, keep your arms in. Minimises cuts and burns and keep your sleeves clean. Mark of a chef - messy apron, clean sleeves. I know the Gusteau style cold. In every dish, Chef Gusteau always has something unexpected. I will show you. I memorize all his recipe. "Always do something unexpected." No! Follow the recipe. But you just said... No, no, no. It was his job to be unexpected. It is our job to... (BOTH) Follow the recipe. How do you tell how good bread is without tasting it? Not the smell, not the look, but the sound of the crust. Listen. (CRUST CRACKLES) Symphony of crackle! Only great bread sound this way. The only way to get the best produce is to have first pick of the day, and there are only two way to get first pick. Grow it yourself, or bribe a grower. Voila! The best restaurant get first pick. People think haute cuisine is snooty, so chef must also be snooty. But not so. Lalo there ran away from home at 12. Got hired by circus people as an acrobat. And then he get fired for messing around with the ringmaster's daughter! Horst has done time. What for? No one know for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him. I defrauded a major corporation. I robbed the second-largest bank in France using only a ballpoint pen. I created a hole in the ozone over Avignon. I killed a man with this thumb. Don't ever play cards with Pompidou. He's been banned from Las Vegas and Monte Carlo. Larousse ran gun for the Resistance. Which resistance? He won't say. Apparently, they didn't win. So you see. We are artist, pirate. More than cooks are we. "We"? Oui. You are one of us now, oui? Oui. Thank you, by the way, for all the advice about cooking. Thank you, too. For what? For taking it. (RADIO PLAYS) Huh? The rat! (BRAKES SQUEAL) (STAMMERS) But he is a... I just dropped my keys! (DINERS CHAT SOFTLY) Have you decided this evening? Your soup is excellent. But... But we order it every time. Yeah, what else do you have? We have a very nice foie gras - I know about the foie gras. The old standby, used to be famous for it. What does the chef have that's new? Someone has asked what is new! New? What do I tell them? What did you tell them? That I would ask! What are you blathering about? Someone asked what is new. What do I tell them? What did you tell them? That I would ask! Hmm... This is simple. Pull out an old Gusteau recipe, something we haven't made in a while - They know about the old stuff. They like Linguini's soup. They are asking for food from Linguini? A lot of customers like the soup. That's all we are saying. Were we saying that? Very well. If it's Linguini they want, tell them Chef Linguini has prepared something special for them. Something definitely off menu, hmm? Oh, and don't forget to stress its Linguini-ness. Oui, chef. Now is your chance to try something worthy of your talent, Linguini. A forgotten favourite of the chef's, sweetbread a la Gusteau. Colette will help you. Oui, chef. Now, hurry up. Our diners are hungry. Are you sure? That recipe was a disaster. Gusteau himself said so. Just the sort of challenge a budding chef needs. "Sweetbread a la Gusteau. Sweetbread cooked in a seaweed salt crust with cuttlefish tentacle, dog rose puree, geoduck egg, dried white fungus?" "Anchovy liquorice sauce." I don't know this recipe, but it's Gusteau's, so... Lalo! We have some veal stomach soaking, yes? Yes! The veal stomach, I get that. Veal stomach? Oh! OK. (REMY SNIFFS) Yaah! Ooof! I'll be right back. Where... Er... Y'OK! Hey! Don't mind me. I just... need to borrow this real quick. Er... Let's see, over here... I'll be back! Thank you. Er...! Excuse me. I'm gonna... Apparently, I need this. I'll be right... Hey! I'm picking that up! I got some of that spice. OK... You're supposed to be preparing the Gusteau recipe. This is the recipe! The recipe doesn't call for white truffle oil! You are improvising? This is no time to experiment. The customer are waiting. You're right. I should listen to you! Stop that! Stop what? Freaking me out! Whatever you are doing, stop! Where is the special order? Coming! I thought we were together on this. We are together. Then, what are you doing? Very hard to explain! The special? Come get it! I forgot the anchovy liquorice sauce! Aaaagh! (GASPS) Don't... you... dare. I'm not, I'm not. I'm... Sorry. Is Linguini's dish done yet? Ja. It's as bad as we remember. Just went out. Did you taste it? Ja, of course, before he changed it. What? How could he change it? He changed it as it was going out the door! (SPLAT!) Ow! They love it! Diners are already asking about it, about Linguini! I have seven more orders! That's... wonderful. I'd like one of those. Special order! What is that? Special order! Special order! Special order! (ALL CHEER) To Linguini! Congratulations! Bottoms up! Drink now, there's plenty. Good job! Take a break, Little Chef. Get some air. We really did it tonight. Dah! (GRUNTS) Got your toque! (LAUGHS) Oh, seriously now. I'd love to have a little talk with you, Linguini, in my office. Am I in trouble? Trouble? No. A little wine, a friendly chat. Just us cooks. Ze plongeur won't be coming to you for advice any more, eh, Colette? He's gotten all he needs! (LAUGHS) Toasting your success, eh, Linguini? Good for you. I-I just took it to be polite. I don't really drink, you know. Of course you don't! I wouldn't either if I was drinking that. But you would have to be an idiot of elephantine proportions not to appreciate this '61 Chateau Latour. And you, Monsieur Linguini, are no idiot! Let us toast your non-idiocy. 1 (DUSTBINS CLATTER) Remy! Emile? I can't believe it! You're alive! I thought I'd never see you guys again! We figured you didn't survive the rapids. And what are you eating? I don't really know. I think it was some sort of wrapper once. What? No. You're in Paris now, baby. My town. No brother of mine eats rejectamenta in my town. '(LAUGHING)' Remy! You are stealing? You told Linguini he could trust you. He can. It's for my brother. But the boy could lose his job. Which means I would, too. It's under control, OK? More wine? I-I shouldn't, but... OK. So, where did you train, Linguini? Train? (LAUGHS) Alright. Surely you don't expect me to believe this is your first time cooking? It's not. I knew it! It's my... Second, third, fourth... Fifth time! Monday was my first time. But I've taken out the garbage lots of times before that. Yes, yes. Have some more wine. Tell me, Linguini, about your interests. Do you like animals? (LAUGHS) What? Animals? What kind? Oh, the usual. Dogs, cats, horses, guinea pigs? Rats... (MUNCHES HUNGRILY) I brought you something... Argh! No, no, no, no, no! Spit that out right now! I have got to teach you about food. Close your eyes. Now, take a bite of th... No! No, no, no! Don't just hork it down! Too late! (SIGHS) Here. Chew it slowly. Mm. Only think about the taste. Huh? See? Not really. Creamy, salty sweet, an oaky nuttiness. You detect that? Oh, I'm detecting nuttiness. Close your eyes. Now taste this. Whole different thing, right? Sweet, crisp, slight tang on the finish. OK. Now, try them together. OK... I think I'm getting a little something there. Uh-huh? It might be the nuttiness. See? Could be the tang. That's it! Imagine every great taste in the world combined into infinite combinations. Tastes that no one has tried yet! Discoveries to be made! I think... Uh-huh? You lost me again. (SIGHS) Yeah. But that was interesting. Most interesting garbage I ever... Hey! What are we doing? Dad doesn't know you're alive yet! We've got to go to the colony! Yeah! But... What? Thing is, I kind of have to... What do you "have to" more than family? What's more important here? Well, I... It wouldn't hurt to visit. Have you ever had a pet rat? No. Did you work in a lab with rats? No. Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point? Nopety-nopety-no. You know something about rats! You know you do! (SLURS) You know who know do whacka-doo. Ratta-tatta! Hey! Why do they call it that? What? Ratatouille. It's like a stew, right? Why do they call it that? If you're going to name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious. Ratatouille doesn't sound delicious. It sounds like "rat" and "patootie." Rat patootie. Which does not sound delicious. Regrettably... (BOTTLE FALLS) ..we are all out of wine. My son... ..has returned! (ALL CHEER) (DRUMS BEAT) (JOLLY MUSIC) ..and finding someone to replace you for poison checker has been a disaster. Nothing's been poisoned, thank God, but it hasn't been easy. You didn't make it easy. I know. I am sorry, Dad. Well, the important thing is that you're home. Yeah, well, about that... You look thin. Why is that? A shortage of food, or a surplus of snobbery?! (BOTH LAUGH) It's tough out there in the big world all alone, isn't it? Sure. But it's not like I'm a kid any more. Hey. Hey, boy. What's up? I can take care of myself. I've found a nice spot not far away, so I'll be able to visit often. Nothing like a cold splash of reality to make you... Visit? I will. I promise. Often. You're not staying? No. It's not a big deal, Dad. I just... You didn't think I was gonna stay forever, did you? Eventually, a bird's gotta leave the nest. We're not birds. We're rats. We don't leave our nests. We make them bigger. Maybe I'm a different kind of rat. Maybe you're not a rat at all. Maybe that's a good thing. Hey! The band's really on tonight, huh? Rats... All we do is take, Dad. I'm tired of taking. I wanna make things. I wanna add something to this world. You're talking like a human. Who are not as bad as you say. Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure? Aw, man! I've been able to... observe them at a close-ish sort of range. Yeah? How close? Close enough. And they're, you know, not so bad as you say they are. Come with me. I got something I want you to see. You know, I'm gonna stay here. Make sure the floors and countertops are clean before you lock up. Wait. You want me to stay and clean? Is that a problem? Er... No. Good boy! See you tomorrow! (GASPS / SIGHS SADLY) We're here. Take a good long look, Remy. This is what happens when a rat gets a little too comfortable around humans. The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy. When all is said and done, we're all we've got. No. What? No. Dad, I don't believe it. You're telling me that the future is... Can only be more of this? This is the way things are. You can't change nature. Change IS nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide. Where you going? With luck, forward. Hey! Yeah. Ooof! (SNORING) (VEHICLE APPROACHES) Whoa! (SLEEPILY) Stop it! Good morning. Ahem. Good morning. (GRUNTS) So, the chef, he, er, invited you in for a drink? That's big. That's big... What did he say? What? What, you can't tell me? Oh! Forgive me for intruding on your deep, personal relationship with the chef. Oh, I see how it is. You get me to teach you a few kitchen tricks to dazzle the boss, and then you blow past me? (Wake up! Wake up!) (SIGHS) I thought... you were different. I thought you thought I was different. I thought... (SNORES) (YELPS) I didn't have to help you! If I looked out only for myself, I would have let you drown! But... (SIGHS) I wanted you to succeed. I... liked you. My mistake. Colette. Wait, wait. Colette! It's over, Little Chef. I can't do it any more. Colette! Wait, wait! Don't... motorcycle away. Look, I'm no good with words. I'm no good with food either. At least not without your help. I hate false modesty. It's just another way to lie. You have talent. No, but I don't! Really! It's not me. When I added that extra ingredient instead of following the recipe like you said, that wasn't me either. What do you mean? I mean, I wouldn't have done that. I would've followed the recipe. I would've followed your advice. I would've followed your advice to the ends of the earth, because I love you...r advice. But? But I... Don't do it! I have a secret. It's sort of disturbing. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) I have a r... What? You... I have a ra... You have a rash? No, no, no. I have this... This tiny little... Little... A tiny chef who tells me what to do. A... tiny chef? Yes. Yes. He's, erm... He's up here. In your brain? Grrrr! Why is it so hard to talk to you? OK. Here we go. You inspire me. I'm going to risk it all. I'm gonna risk looking like the biggest idiot psycho you've ever seen. You wanna know why I'm such a fast learner? You wanna know why I'm such a great cook? Don't laugh! I'm gonna show you! No! No! (DREAMY MUSIC) 1 (CLOCK TICKS) (KEYS TAP) What is it, Ambrister? Gusteau's... Finally closing, is it? No. More financial trouble? No, it's... Announced a new line of microwave egg rolls? What? What? Spit it out. I-It's come back. It's... popular. I haven't reviewed Gusteau's in years. No, sir. My last review condemned it to the tourist trade. Yes, sir. I said, "Gusteau has finally found his rightful place in history right alongside another equally famous chef, "Monsieur Boyardee." Touche. That is where I left it. That was my last word. The last word. Yes. Then tell me, Ambrister, how could it be... ..popular? No, no, no, no, no, no... Noooooo! The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out. He is Gusteau's son. This can't just happen! The whole thing is a set-up! The boy knows! Look at him out there, pretending to be an idiot. He's toying with my mind, like a cat with a ball of... something! String? Yes! Playing dumb. Taunting me with that rat. Rat? Yes! He's consorting with it. Deliberately trying to make me think it's important. The... rat? Exactly! Is the rat important? Of course not! He just wants me to think that it is. Oh, I see the theatricality of it! A rat appears on the boy's first night, I order him to kill it, and now he wants me to see it everywhere! Ooh! "Ooooh! It's here! No, it isn't, it's here!" Am I seeing things, am I crazy? Is there a phantom rat? But, oh, no! I refuse to be sucked into his little game... of... Should I be concerned about this? About you? I can't fire him. He's getting attention. If I fire him now, everyone will wonder why. The last thing I want is people looking into this. What are you worried about? Isn't it good to have the press? Isn't it good to have Gusteau's name getting headlines? Not if they're over his face! Gusteau's already has a face! It's fat and lovable and familiar. And it sells burritos! Millions and millions of burritos! The deadline passes in three days. Then you can fire him whenever he ceases to be valuable, and no one will ever know. I was worried about the hair sample you gave me. I had to send them back to the lab. Why? Because the first time it came back identified as... rodent hair. (FAST-PACED GUITARS) No, no, no. What? Try this. It's better. Whoa! (LAUGHS) Yagh! (CHATTER) Rat! (SCREAMING) Disgusting little creatures! 'I was reminded how fragile it all was.' 'How the world really saw me.' 'And it just kept getting better.' Remy! Psst! Hey, hey, hey, little brother! We were afraid you weren't gonna, you know, show up. Hey, Remy! How you doing? You told them? Emile, that's exactly what I said not to do! But you know these guys. I didn't think you meant them. Look, I'm sorry. Don't tell me you're sorry, tell them you're sorry. Is there a problem over here? No, there is not! Wait here. It's locked? Hmm... Remy, what are you doing in here? OK. Emile shows up with... OK, I said not to. I told him... He goes and blabs to... Yeah, it's a disaster! Anyway, they're hungry, the food safe is locked and I need the key. They want you to steal food? Yes. No! It's... It's complicated. It's family. They don't have your ideals. Ideals? If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals, you think I'd be hawking barbecue?! Or microwave burritos? Or, Tooth, I say, Tooth Pick'n Chicken? About as French as a corn dog! (DOG BARKS) We're inventing new ways to sell out. Will ye be wanting some haggis bites? I cannot control how they use my image, Remy. I am dead! Can you guys shut up? I've gotta think! Word's getting out. If I can't keep them quiet, the entire clan's gonna be after me with their mouths open and... Here it is. Hey. Your will! Oh, this is interesting. Mind if I... Not at all. Linguini? Why would Linguini be filed with your will? This used to be my office. He's your son? I have a son? How could you not know this? I am a figment of your imagination! You did not know, how could I? Well, your son is the rightful owner of this restaurant! (GASPS) No! No! The rat! (SHRIEKS) Sorry, chef. The rat! It's stolen my documents! It's getting away! (LAUGHS) You! Get out of my office. He's not in your office. You are in his. (ALL CHEER) Bottoms up, Linguini! # Les reves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin # Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin # Affaibli par la faim je suis malheureux # Volant en chemin tout ce que je peux # Car rien n'est gratuit # Dans la vie # Jamais on ne me dira # Que la course aux etoiles Ca n'est pas pour moi # Laissez moi vous emerveiller et prendre mon en vol # La fete va enfin commencer # Sortez les bouteilles finis les ennuis # Je dresse la table de ma nouvelle vie # Je suis heureux a l'idee de ce nouveau destin # Une vie a me cacher et puis libre enfin # Le festin est sur mon chemin... # (ALL SHOUT AT ONCE) Chef! Chef! Chef Linguini! Your rise has been meteoric, yet you have no formal training. What is the secret? Secret? You want the truth? I am, er, Gusteau's son. It's in my blood I guess. But you weren't aware of that fact until very recently. No. And it resulted in your taking ownership of this restaurant. How did you find out? Well... Some part of me just knew. The Gusteau part? Ow! Where do you get your inspiration? Inspiration has many names. Mine is named Colette. What? (SQUEAKS ANGRILY) Something's stuck in my teeth. (PHONE RINGS) Health Inspector. I wish to report a rat infestation. It's taken over my res... Gusteau's restaurant! Gusteau's, eh? I can drop by, let's see... First opening is three months. "It must happen now!" Monsieur, I have the information. If someone cancels, I'll slot you in. But the rat! You must... (DIALLING TONE) It stole my documents... use externally vented fans in kitchens, bathrooms and laundries, dry your clothes outside when you can, and make sure you sort out 1 UPBEAT MUSIC Did you realise that the average NZ home produces around 8 litres of moisture a day? Over a year, it's the equivalent of two of these. Moisture is created by day-to-day living, like indoor clothes drying, cooking and showering. Rising damp from beneath your house can add to the problem. Damp homes are harder to heat, and they're bad for our health. So reduce moisture by opening windows and doors regularly to let fresh air circulate, use externally vented fans in kitchens, bathrooms and laundries, dry your clothes outside when you can, and make sure you sort out insulation and heating too. Here's a tip ` always address the sources of moisture in your home before considering installing a ventilation or dehumidifying system. Check out energywise.govt.nz for advice on how to solve dampness in your home. Reducing moisture improves your warmth, comfort and health. I'll see you next time. 1 It's past opening time. (SIGHS) He should've finished an hour ago! (LAUGHING) Bonjour, ma cherie. Join us. We're just talking about my inspiration. Yes, he calls it his tiny chef. Not that, dearest. I meant you. (DOOR OPENS) (ALL GASP) It's him. Ego? (ALL WHISPER) I can't believe it. You are Monsieur Linguini? Er, hello. Pardon me for interrupting your... premature celebration, but I thought it only fair to give you a sporting chance as you are new to this game. Er... Game? Yes. And you've been playing without an opponent. Which is, as you may have guessed, against the rules. You're Anton Ego. (CHUCKLES) You're slow for someone in the fast lane. And you're thin for someone who likes food. (ALL GASP / FLASHBULBS POP) I don't "like" food. I love it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow. (GULPS) I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don't disappoint me. Listen, we hate to be rude, but we're French, and it's dinnertime. She meant to say, "It's dinnertime and we're French!" Don't gimme that look. You distracted me in front of the press. How am I meant to concentrate with you yanking on my hair all the time? That's another thing. Your opinion isn't the only one that matters. Colette knows how to cook, too. Ow! Alright, that's it! You take a break, Little Chef. I'm not your puppet! And you're not my... puppet-controlling guy! The rat is the cook! You cool off and get your mind right, Little Chef. Ego is coming, and I need to focus! (YELLS IN FRUSTRATION) You stupid... Rrrr! Wow. I have never seen that before. Yeah, it's like you're his fluffy bunny or something! (ALL LAUGH) I'm sorry, Remy. I know there are too many guys - You know what? It's OK. I've been selfish. You guys hungry? Are you kidding? Alright. Dinner's on me. We'll go after closing time. In fact, tell Dad to bring the whole clan. Little Chef? This is great, son! An inside job, huh? I see the appeal. Shush! Little Chef? Little Chef? Oh, hey, Little Chef. I thought you went back to the apartment. Then when you weren't there, I don't know... It didn't seem right to leave things the way that we did, so... Look, I don't wanna fight. I've been under a lot of, you know, pressure. A lot has changed in not very much time, you know? I'm suddenly a Gusteau. And I gotta be a Gusteau or, you know, people will be disappointed. It's weird! You know, I've never disappointed anyone before, because nobody's ever expected anything of me. And the only reason anyone expects anything from me now is... because of you. I haven't been fair to you. You've never failed me, and I should never forget that. You've been a good friend. The most honourable friend a guy could ever ask... Ugh! What is this? What's going on? Oh! Hey! You're... You're stealing food? How could you? I thought you were my friend! I trusted you! Get out! You and all your rat buddies! And don't come back or I'll treat you the way restaurants are supposed to treat pests! You're right, Dad. Who am I kidding? We are what we are, and we're rats. Well, he'll leave soon, and now you know how to get in. Steal all you want. You're not coming? I've lost my appetite. Do you know what you would like this evening, sir? Yes, I'd like your heart roasted on a spit. (LAUGHS EVILLY) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Come in! Today's the big day. You should say something to them. Like what? You are the boss. Inspire them. Attention. Attention! Everyone... Tonight is a big night. Appetite is coming, and he's going to have a big ego. I mean, Ego! He's coming. The critic. And he's going to order... something. Something from our menu. And we'll have to cook it, unless he orders something cold. Just can't leave it alone, can you? You really shouldn't be here during restaurant hours. It's not safe. I'm hungry! And I don't need the inside food to be happy. The key, my friend, is to not be picky. Observe. No, wait! Oh, no! No, no! What do we do? I'll go get Dad. (SKINNER LAUGHS) You might think you are a chef, but you are still only a rat. Sure, he took away a star last time he reviewed this place. Sure it probably killed Gus... Dad. This is very bad juju right here. But I'll tell you one thing... Ego is here! (CHEFS) Ego? He is here? Anton Ego is just another customer. Let's cook! Yeah! Let's... OK. So I have in mind a simple arrangement. You will create for me a new line of Chef Skinner frozen foods, and I, in return, will not kill you. (CHUCKLES) Au revoir, rat! Do you know what you would like this evening, sir? Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well-seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that? With what, sir? Perspective. Fresh out, I take it? I, erm... Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this bloody town, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective. Which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947. I'm afraid I, er... Your dinner selection? Tell your Chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best shot. I will have whatever he is having. So, we have given up? Why do you say that? We are in a cage inside the car trunk awaiting a future in frozen-food products. No, I'm the one in a cage. I've given up. You are free. I am only as free as you imagine me to be. As you are. Oh, please. I'm sick of pretending. I pretend to be a rat for my father. I pretend to be a human through Linguini. I pretend you exist so I have someone to talk to! You tell me stuff I already know! I know who I am! Why do I need you to tell me? Why do I need to pretend? (CHUCKLES) But you don't, Remy. You never did. (SMASHING) No. My other left! Dad? Dad, I'm in here! Inside the trunk! What the...? Dad! Hey, little brother! Emile! I love you guys! Where are you going? To the restaurant. They'll fail without me. Why do you care? Because I'm a cook! (BUSY CHATTER) It's your recipe. How can you not know your own recipe? I didn't write it down. It just came to me. Then make it come to you again, ja? Because we can't serve this! Where's my order? Can't we serve something I didn't invent? This is what they're ordering. Tell them we're all out. We cannot be all out. We just opened. I have another idea. What if we serve them what they order! We will make it. Just tell us what you did. I don't know what I did. We need to tell the customers something. Tell them... Tell them... (SCREAMS) Huh? Remy! Don't do it. Remy! Remy! They'll see you. Stop. ..we're not talking about me. We're talking about what to do... Rats! Remy! Get my knife. Don't touch him! Thanks for coming back, Little Chef. I know this sounds insane, but... well, the truth sounds insane sometimes, but that doesn't mean it's not the... ..the truth. And the truth is, I have no talent at all. But this rat, he's the one behind these recipes. He's the cook. The real cook. He's been hiding under my toque. He's been controlling my actions. He's the reason I can cook the food that's exciting everyone. The reason Ego is outside that door. You've been giving me credit for his gift. I know it's a hard thing to believe, but, hey, you believed I could cook, right? Look, this works. It's crazy, but it works. We can be the greatest restaurant in Paris, and this rat, this brilliant little chef, can lead us there. What do you say? You with me? (REVS ENGINE) (SIGHS SADLY) (HORN BEEPS) 1 Dad. Dad, I... I don't know what to say. I was wrong about your friend and about you. I don't want you to think I'm choosing this over family. I can't choose between two halves of myself. I'm not talking about cooking. I'm talking about guts. This really means that much to you? (WHISTLES) We're not cooks, but we are family. You tell us what to do, and we'll get it done. Stop that health inspector! Delta Team, go, go, go, go! The rest of you stay and help Remy! (ENGINE SPLUTTERS) Team three will be handling fish! Team four, roasted items. Team five, grill. Team six, sauces. Get to your stations. Let's go, go, go! Those handling food will walk on two legs! We need someone to wait tables. I'm sorry for any delay, but we're a little short tonight. Take all of the time you need. Make sure that steak is nice and tenderized! Work it. Yeah. Stick and move! Easy with that sole meuniere. Less salt. More butter. Only use the mimolette cheese. Whoa! Compose the salad like you were painting a picture. Not too much vinaigrette on that salade composee. Don't let that beurre blanc separate. Keep whisking! Gently poach the scallops. Taste check. Spoons down. Good. Too much salt. Good. Don't boil the consomme, it'll toughen the pheasant. Emile! Sorry. Colette, wait! Colette. You came back. Colette, I - Don't say a word. If I think about it, I might change my mind. Just tell me what the rat wants to cook. Ratatouille? It's a peasant dish. Are you sure you want to serve this to Ego? (TYRES SCREECH / CRASH) (MUFFLED SCREAMS) What? I am making ratatouille. Well, how would you prepare it? Ratatouille? They must be joking. Mmm! No! It can't be... Who cooked the ratatouille? I demand to know! (GASPS) I can't remember the last time I asked a waiter to give my compliments to the chef. And now I find myself in the extraordinary position of having my waiter be the chef. Thanks, but I'm just your waiter tonight. Then, who do I thank for the meal? Er... Excuse me a minute. (FRANTIC SHOUTING) You must be the chef - If you wish to meet him, you will have to wait until the other customer have gone. So be it. 'At first, Ego thinks it's a joke.' 'But as Linguini explains, Ego's smile disappears.' 'He doesn't react beyond asking an occasional question.' 'And when the story is done, Ego stands, thanks us for the meal... Thank you for the meal. ..and leaves without another word.' 'The following day, his review appears.' "In many ways, the work of a critic is easy." "We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment." "We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read." "But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so." "But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defence of the new." "The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations." "The new needs friends." "Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source." "To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement." "They have rocked me to my core." "In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, Anyone Can Cook." "But I realise, only now do I truly understand what he meant." "Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere." "It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France." "I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more." 'It was a great night. The happiest of my life.' 'But the only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability.' 'We had to let Skinner and the health inspector loose!' 'And, of course, they ratted us out.' 'The food didn't matter.' Once it got out there were rats in the kitchen, the restaurant was closed, and Ego lost his job and his credibility. But don't feel too bad for him. He's doing very well as a small-business investor. He seems very happy. How do you know? (BELL JINGLES) Gotta go. Dinner rush. 'Le Festin' ` Camille You know how he likes it. Thanks, Little Chef. Can I interest you in a dessert this evening? Don't you always? Which one would you like? Surprise me! # Sortez les bouteilles finis les ennuis. # Je dresse la table... # Hey, believe me, that story gets better when I tell it, OK? (LAUGHS) Come on. Bring some food over here, we're starving! # Une vie a me cacher. # Et puis libre enfin. # Le festin est sur mon chemin. # Le festin est sur mon chemin. # IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014