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Bonjour, monsieur.
Bonjour, monsieur. Say bonjour.
Once upon a time...
there was a quiet little village...
in the French countryside...
whose people believed in tranquilite.
Tranquillity.
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...
If you lived in this village...
you understood what was expected of you.
...unto us bring
And through all...
You knew your place in the scheme of things.
And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you.
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...
a time of sincere penitence.
It is a time to stand up and be counted.
In this village...
if you saw something you werent supposed to see...
you learned to look the other way.
This is a time for Christ.
When you reflect, he knows what you reflect on.
If by chance...
your hopes had been disappointed...
you learned never to ask for more.
He knows for what you must be forgiven.
So in this Year of Our Lord, things...
So, through good times and bad...
famine and feast...
the villagers held fast to their traditions.
Until...
one winter day...
a sly wind blew in from the north.
Where will we find truth?
Where do we start looking?
Where will we find truth?
We will find it...
Who the hell are you?
Oh, were here about the patisserie.
Wed like to rent it...
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.
Pantoufle hated it there.
Pantoufle is her kangaroo.
But he cant hop.
Bad leg. War injury, huh?
Ill expect you to keep it in good condition.
What a nice town this is.
Dont you think so, Mama?
Its a lovely town.
Mama, Pantoufle wants to know how long we can stay.
Oh, tell Pantoufle not to worry.
Time for bed. What story tonight?
Pantoufle wants to hear about grandmere and grandpere.
Not tonight, Anouska.
You always say that.
Tell about grandmere and grandpere.
Not tonight.
How about the princess and the pirates?
OK.
Prepare to fire!
All hands on deck!
Ready, aim...
fire!
Forgive the intrusion.
Its a pleasure.
Sorry, monsieur.
- Pirate attack. - Of course.
What is your name?
Anouk. Whats yours?
I am the Comte de Reynaud at your service.
A real one?
Like the Comte de Monte Cristo?
Ah-ah! He was not a real one.
To what do we owe the honour 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.
Thats very kind of you, but actually we dont attend.
Were glad to be so near the church, though.
Well enjoy singing with the bells.
The bells are not intended as an entertainment, Madame.
They are a solemn call to worship for...
Mademoiselle.
I beg your pardon?
Mademoiselle. Ive never been married...
but feel free to call me Vianne.
I hope youll stop by when I open for business next week.
Yes, opening a patisserie during the holy Lenten fast.
I could imagine better timing.
Oh, but its not going to be a patisserie.
Then what do you intend to...
Its a surprise.
It was sweet of you to drop by.
The Comte de Reynaud...
was a student of history, and therefore a patient man.
He trusted the wisdom of generations past.
Like his ancestors, he watched over the little village...
and led by his own example...
hard work, modesty...
self-discipline.
I have completed the th Century.
Madame Clairmont.
Your letter to the editor, Monsieur le Comte.
This paragraph about family and tradition, its...
its beautiful.
Well, thank you.
I value your opinion.
May I ask...
have you been in contact with your mother recently?
Why?
She seems to have rented out the patisserie.
I havent talked to my mother in quite a while.
Im sorry. I did not mean to pry.
Oh, dont be silly.
I have no secrets from you.
How is the comtesse enjoying Venice?
The comtesse? Oh, shes fine, thank you.
Yes, shes enjoying it very much.
Venice.
I heard she was some kind of radical.
I heard shes an atheist.
Whats that?
Dont know.
Come on, Charly.
You should be more careful!
- So sorry, Madame. - Im sorry.
- Are you all right? - Im fine, Im fine.
Im sorry. Do you want to come in and sit down?
Please dont trouble yourself. Im fine.
No, its no trouble. Im Vianne Rocher.
Caroline Clairmont.
Im the daughter of your landlady.
This is my son Luc.
Hello. And this is my Anouk.
Come in, please, where its warm.
Try this.
I bet youve never had hot chocolate...
made from a -year-old recipe.
Thank you, but no. Luc.
Whats this?
What do you see, Madame, in this?
Sorry?
What does it look like to you?
Just say the first thing that comes into your mind.
A woman riding a wild horse?
- Ooh! - Oh, silly answer.
Oh, no. There are no silly answers.
The pepper triangle, thats for you.
A tiny hint of chilli pepper...
to play against the sweetness.
Tangy, adventurous.
