Chocolat

I saw you walking... Can I drop you off somewhere?

No thanks, I'm strolling.

Hey! We're talking Africa here. It's too hot to stroll... Hop in,

I'll drive you. Hop in!

Hello.

It's my son.

Where are you heading?

To Limbé.

You a tourist?

Sort of.

Where do I drop you off?

The bus station, please.

Are you broke?

No... but I didn't feel like taking a cab.

Going native, huh?

You from Limbé?

No.

Thanks again.

Are you going to Douala?

The next bus leaves in an hour.

It's a bummer, c'mon, I'm going to Douala too.

What's your name?

France.

"Vive la France!"

France!

Next year, I'll broaden this road.

France, stay close by.

- Here's my riddle. - Yes.

"At the edge of the track, a black thread."

"Sprightly ant."

The best is, the brakes on this crate have been dead for ages!

You're going to kill us!

Darling, it's merely a question of safety.

Slowing down definitely means accident!

Look, no feet, isn't it...

- Marc! Please... - Well, that's the way it is!

We're going.

- Everything's ready, Gov'ner. - Alright.

"Baby-ant".

See you in ten days. Don't forget to write Grandma.

Okay.

Marc, should I order these books from Paris?

- Etienne, secure the donkey's girth. - Done!

Last time we lost half the coffee rations!

- You were saying? - Never mind.

No kiss?

You'll do just fine without me, M'am Gov'ner.

Don't forget to visit the Norwegians.

Thanks, Protée. I entrust them to you. Take good care of them.

You can serve coffee now,

and then it's nap time.

You're not in bed?

You'll see, you're going to turn black

and your father is going to shout!

"Ru..."

"dnolfe"

"...Dieneck."

"Kur Wess"

Kurt Weiss!

Kurt Weiss.

Weiss.

Weiss.

Did the Germans lose the war in France too?

Oh yes, everywhere.

Do you think we'll be buried here?

Would you like a citronella, Madam?

No... no thank you Protée, not tonight.

I'm turning in, switch off the lights...

Good night.

Good night, Madam.

Listen, Dieudonné.

"If the King had given me", no, wait...

"If the King had..."

"If the King had given me Paris his great city"

"But without my love with me"

"I would say to King Henri Take back Paris your city"

"My 'half' is far greater to me. Oh yea..."

- Oh! What's "my half"? - My half is...

My half.

"...and the money for Aunt Minni,"

"without forgetting to send you 3000 francs soon for Citabella's wedding."

"I'm expecting a letter from you, but as one says: no news is good news."

"Dear Parents, I leave you wishing you a long and healthy life."

"God bless you. Your devoted son".

Quickly Protée, we must go now!

Protée, must go now!

Must go now!

Must go now!

As you wish, M'am Gov'ner.

Who's that letter for?

For my fiancée.

It's hot.

...did you spice it?

Eat!

Come, quickly.

Is it the hyena?

Yes...

...I think so...

Don't move,

don't be afraid.

Protée!

Stay here, I'll be back.

Shit.

Protée!

I'm here, Madam.

Where the hell were you? I've been calling you for an hour.

Didn't you hear the hyena? Come in!

Come on in!

It should be here...

I'm sure Marc keeps it here...

Here.

What about the bullets, Madam?

Where are you going?

To check around the house, Madam.

No!

Stay with me.

Settle down here.

The bloody animal can come in at any time.

Go to sleep now.

Good night, Madam.

Thank you, Protée.

What's he saying?

For two months,

lions have been attacking herds.

Tell him I'll organise beats.

He says white men's beats are no good,

man must hunt the lion with a knife

and with arrows, Freeboy.

Thank you for coming.

After the panthers, the hyenas...

you really have a knack for troubles, Nansen.

Seems they really have a soft spot for you...

But it's God's will, isn't it?

Maybe, but I brought you food.

Thank you very much. Come and have a cup of tea.

Hello Martha, are you well?

Honestly, Nansen, I don't know what keeps you here.

Look at your wife, she's at her wits end. You must leave!

But I must evangelise the natives, I'm a Soldier of God!

Everything's fine, everything's fine!

You are totally zany, Nansen.

France! Protée! We're leaving.

Enoch, it's over!

Yorkshire pudding, custard cream, boiled meat, stop!

Enough!

Understand?

Explain to him, Protée...

And this book, there must be hundreds of recipes in there!

I want French cuisine! Varied!

Pasta, salads, do you understand?

Madam, Enoch can't read.

You're kidding, he's always got his nose in his book!

He's going to drive me crazy.

What's the matter with him?

He says he doesn't want to cook anymore.

You say he's a bad chef. And you never stop yelling at him,

like his first wife.

As soon as the Massa turns his back, you all take advantage!

Fed up! I'm fed up!

Pull all this out, alright Robespierre?

But not the tomatoes, Madam?

No, not the tomatoes, the weeds.

Mother!

We have visitors!

Ma'm Gov'ner! Ma'm Gov'ner!

Ma'm Gov'ner! There's people arriving, many of them...

come, come, come there! They're there!

Jonathan Boothby!

Enoch!

It's tonight or never! Very English!

Perfect! Or... or...

Listen Enoch, I don't understand what you're talking about...

France!

Hurry up!

Don't forget the port, I'll take care of the wine...

What else?

Oh yes! Red sash, and take your shower at the last minute.

Yes?

Madam, the Englishman is wearing his tuxedo!

Oh no!

Here, give this to Marie-Jeanne. A quick press will do.

Madam, shall I serve the drinks?

Wait... come in!

Come closer.

Help me Protée, would you?

Help me.

You're crazy, Jonathan!

I didn't know it.

Occasions are rare here, you know.

Solitude, Aimée.

Me? To be alone I have to be in the shower.

Look Jonathan...

"This house is the last house on earth."

The German administrator who inscribed this phrase is buried here.

Marc is a dreamer, you know...

Does he still keep his bloody bororo diaries?

Marc and his notebook.

They say this administrator was killed by one of his Boys...

Last time I came here, you were away.

...so close we slept together.