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 1.
FADE IN:
A TELEVISION SET
- tuned to a DOCUMENTARY. As an old fashioned World GLOBE
rotates in a sea of clouds, the EIFFEL TOWER slowly comes
into view over the horizon, dwarfing FRANCE underneath it.
T.V. NARRATOR
Although each of the world’s
countries would like to 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.
We see images of GUSTEAU: cooking, signing his cookbook, in
front of his famous restaurant. Gusteau is in his early
forties, but his massive girth makes him look older.
T.V. NARRATOR
Gusteau’s restaurant is the toast
of Paris, booked five 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!” has
climbed to the top of the best-
seller list. But not everyone
celebrates its success.
A tall, gaunt, severe-looking MAN with fish-belly white
skin appears on the TV screen. SUPER: ANTON EGO-FOOD
CRITIC”.
Beneath that, in italics, is his moniker: The Grim Eater.
EGO
Amusing title, “Anyone Can Cook”.
What’s even more amusing is that
Gusteau actually seems to believe
it. I, on the other hand, take
cooking seriously and no-- I don’t
think “anyone” can do it --
TITLES (OVER BLACK):
The SOUND of wind rattling barren branches --
2.
WALT DISNEY PICTURES PRESENTS
A PIXAR FILM
FADE IN:
1 EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE - LATE AFTERNOON 1
A light rain falls on a SMALL FARMHOUSE. The last remaining
dead leaves tremble in the gusts. The quiet is shattered by
a LOUD GUNSHOT that lights up the inside of the cottage.
CAMERA pushes down and in toward a single window.
RATATOUILLE
As we move closer, we begin to hear muffled SOUNDS OF
STRUGGLE; furniture being bumped, dishes breaking, an
indescribable CRASH, followed by an OLD LADY’S SHRIEK.
We’re close to the WINDOW now, when it is suddenly
SHATTERED by a COOKBOOK. Instantly the action FREEZES.
Underneath its splayed pages, shielding himself from the
shards of splintering glass is, inexplicably, a RAT-REMY.
He’s scrawny, frightened, almost comic. It’s hard not to
feel sympathetic towards the little guy.
REMY (V.O.)
This is me. I think it’s apparent I
need to rethink my life a little
bit. What’s my problem? First of
all --
2 EXT. OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE - DUSK - WEEKS EARLIER 2
A SILHOUETTE darts out from behind a wooden barrel, pausing
upright against a blood red sky. Mangy, sinister, the
opposite of Remy. This is how most humans see RATS.
REMY (V.O., CONT'D)
-- I’m a rat. Which means life is
hard.
Assured the coast is clear, the SINISTER RAT scampers out
into the yard, followed by DOZENS MORE RATS. The RATS move
across the expanse of grass toward a COMPOST HEAP, which
sits in the middle of a field under the darkening sky.
Resourceful and well coordinated, the rats grab bits of
decomposing food and carry it off. REMY is among them,
drearily going through garbage.
3.
REMY (V.O.)
And secondly -- I have a highly
developed sense of taste and smell.
Suddenly he catches a SCENT; which leads him to uncover a
nearly untouched piece of PASTRY, a discarded NAPOLEON.
REMY
(sniffing Napoleon)
Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean,
small twist of lemon --
The Napoleon suddenly erupts, and out pops Remy’s pudgy
brother EMILE, covered in cream and completely oblivious to
the destruction he’s wrought.
EMILE
You can smell all that? Wow. You
have a gift.
Again the ACTION FREEZES.
REMY (V.O.)
This is Emile. My brother. He’s
easily impressed.
RESUME ACTION: An older rat, DJANGO, comes into view. He
snorts dismissively, plucks an APPLE CORE from the compost.
DJANGO
So you can smell ingredients. So
what?
REMY (V.O.)
This is my Dad. He’s never
impressed. He also happens to be
the leader of our clan.
Remy catches another scent and FROWNS; this new scent is
different somehow, wrong. He follows the scent to Django --
REMY (V.O.)
So what’s wrong with having highly
developed senses?
Django is about to eat the APPLE CORE when Remy lunges at
him, snatching the core from his hands.
REMY
Whoa whoa whoa! DON’T EAT THAT!!
3 INT. SHED - MINUTES LATER 3
4.
Still holding the APPLE CORE, Remy sniffs the air,
following a scent to a tarp in the corner. He lifts it,
REVEALING: a can of RAT POISON. The other rats REACT.
Django’s impressed.
REMY (V.O.)
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 --
4 INT. FARMHOUSE - COMPOST PILE - DAY 4
A line of rats file past REMY, holding up rotted scraps of
food so that each one passes under his nose.
REMY (V.O.,CONT’)
-- that’s right -- “poison
checker”.
As Remy sniffs with all the gusto of a lifelong DMV
employee, the line shuffles forward with each “clean”.
REMY
(sniffs before each one)
Clean. Clean. Clean-erino.
Cleaneriffic. Close to Godliness --
The rat under inspection stands there, unsure as to whether
or not he’s been approved.
REMY
-- which means “clean”. You know--
“Cleanliness is close to--?”
(no response)
Remy waits, expecting the rat to get his joke. Beat.
REMY
-- never mind. Move on --
The rat moves on. Remy rolls resumes his bored inspection.
5 INT. ATTIC - LATE AFTERNOON 5
Django & Remy stand on a beat-up chair, overlooking the rat
clan as they go about their day.
REMY (V.O.)
Well, it made my Dad proud.
5.
DJANGO
Now don’t you feel better, Remy?
You’ve helped a noble cause.
REMY
Noble? We’re thieves, Dad. And what
we’re stealing is-- let’s face it,
garbage.
DJANGO
It isn’t stealing if no one wants
it.
REMY
If no one wants it, why are we
stealing it?
They continue to quarrel. It’s clear this is an old
argument.
REMY (V.O.)
Let’s just say we have different
points of view.
6 INT. ATTIC - NIGHT 6
Django and Emile are gobbling up an assortment of RUBBISH,
which is in fact dinner. REMY watches them, appalled. He
looks down at his own plate in disgust.
REMY (V.O., CONT’D)
This much I knew: if you are what
you eat, then I only want to eat
the good stuff.
He pushes the rotted food away. Django reacts.
REMY (V.O.)
But to my Dad --
DJANGO
Food is fuel. You get picky about
what you put in the tank, your
engine is gonna die. Now shut up
and eat your garbage.
REMY
If we’re going to be thieves, why
not steal the good stuff in the
kitchen? Where nothing is poisoned.
DJANGO
6.
First of all; we are NOT thieves.
Secondly; Stay out of the kitchen
and away from the humans. It’s
dangerous.
7 EXT. OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE - DUSK 7
Remy watches the farmhouse, drawn to the warm light and the
sounds emanating from inside.
REMY (V.O.)
I know I’m supposed to hate humans.
But there’s something about them --
8 INT. FARMHOUSE - KITCHEN 8
Remy carefully sneaks into the kitchen.
REMY (V.O., CONT’)
-- they don’t just survive, they
discover, they create. Just look at
what they do with food.
The TV is tuned to the same show we saw in the opening.
CHEF GUSTEAU is cooking, speaking to the camera. Remy
watches.
GUSTEAU (ON T.V.)
Good food is like music you can
taste, color you can smell. There
is excellence all around you. You
need only be aware to stop and
savor it.
Remy notices a leftover plate of FRUITS & CHEESES. He picks
up a small slice of cheese and takes a bite.
REMY (V.O.)
Gusteau was right. Each flavor was
totally unique.
As Remy closes his eyes his surroundings FADE TO BLACK. A
amorphus COLORED SHAPE appears above his head accompanied
by a cello bass line.
REMY (V.O., CONT’)
Oh, yeah. Amazing. But combine one
flavor with another --
Cheese still in his mouth, Remy takes a bite of the
STRAWBERRY.
7.
REMY
-- and something new was created.
New COLORED SHAPES and musical signatures appear; swirling
and dancing in harmony with the others.
A light SNAPS ON, breaking the spell. The OLD LADY has
awakened. Remy drops the food and scampers away.
9 EXT. FIELD - DAY 9
Remy follows a pleasant scent in the air. It leads him to a
beautiful MUSHROOM.
REMY (V.O.)
So now I had a secret life. The
only one who knew about it was
Emile.
10 EXT. BEHIND THE FARMHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON 10
Emile is atop a full garbage can, rooting around under the
lid. Remy calls up from the tall grass below.
REMY
Emile! Psst- hey, Emile --!
Emile looks up, holding the remains of a brown-bag lunch.
REMY
(giddy)
Look! I found a mushroom! Come on,
you’re good at hiding food, help me
find a good place to put this!
11 EXT. GRASSY FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON 11
Remy and Emile walk together; Emile on all fours, dragging
the enormous bag he grips between his teeth, while Remy
walks upright, carefully cradling his mushroom.
REMY (V.O.)
He doesn’t under-stand me, but I
can be myself around him --
EMILE
Why are you walking like that?
REMY
8.
I don’t want to constantly have to
wash my paws. Do you ever think
about how we walk on the same paws
that we handle food with? Do you
ever think about what we put into
our mouths??
EMILE
All the time.
REMY
(he shudders)
When I eat, I don’t want to taste
everywhere my paws have been.
EMILE
Well, okay. But if Dad sees you
walking like that, he’s not gonna
like it.
Remy SNIFFS Emile’s BAG. His eyes LIGHT UP.
REMY
What have you got there?
He disappears into the bag, RIFLES through it, emerging
with --
REMY
Cheese?? You found CHEESE? And not
just any cheese -- Tomme De Chevre
de Pays! That would go beautifully
with my mushroom!! And! And and and
--
He sniffs the air, quickly finds a plant nearby. He PLUCKS
it from the ground, his excitement growing by the second.
REMY
-- this rosemary!! With, maybe with
--
He grabs a paw full of grass from the ground, tasting the
milky base. Smiling, he squeezes a few drops on the
mushroom.
REMY
-- a few drops from this sweet
grass!
EMILE
Well -- throw it on the pile I
guess, and we’ll --
9.
REMY
We don’t want to throw this in with
the garbage! This is special!
EMILE
But we gotta return to the colony
before sundown or Dad’s gonna --
REMY
Emile! There are possibilities
unexplored here. We’ve gotta cook
this! Now, exactly how we cook this
is the real questi --
Remy STOPS, his gaze locking on the SMOKING CHIMNEY atop
the farmhouse roof. He GRINS.
REMY
-- ooooohh yeah. Come on!
12 EXT. ROOFTOP - LATER 12
Remy has skewered the mushroom and cheese onto part of the
TV antennae, which he has bent over the smoking chimney
top, hand turning it like a rotisserie.
REMY
The key is to keep turning it, get
the smoky flavor nice and even --
Lightning flickers in the far distance, followed a moment
later by a RUMBLE of thunder. Emile watches, concerned.
EMILE
That storm’s getting closer. Hey,
you think that maybe we shouldn’t -
-
KRAAAK!!! A BOLT OF LIGHTNING hits the TV antennae,
knocking both rats off the rooftop. They make a LONG FALL,
landing with a THUD into a the soft dirt.
Miraculously, Remy and Emile are alive, their smoking fur
sticks out in an electrified frazzle. Remy holds the rod
up, keeping the cheesy mushroom, now transformed by
lightning into an amazing, puffed out shape, completely
clean.
REMY
(moaning)
Whoaaa -- ohhh --
(idly bites mushroom)
10.
-- ohmmmmmnnn you gotta taste
this!!! It’s got this kind of --
(smacks lips)
-- burny, melty -- it’s not really
a smoky flavor, it’s a certain --
it’s kind of like a --
(makes a sound effect)
-- it’s got a --
(sound effect)
-- kind of taste, don’t you think?
What would you call that flavor?
EMILE
Lightning-y?
REMY
Yeah! It’s LIGHTNING-Y! We’ve gotta
do that AGAIN! Okay. When the next
storm comes we’ll go up on the roof
--
Remy’s eyes suddenly go BLANK with a pre-emptive thought.
REMY
I KNOW WHAT THIS NEEDS! Saffron! a
little saffron would MAKE THIS!
13 INR. FARMHOUSE KITCHEN - MINUTES LATER 13
Emile frets, looking nervously at the old lady, still fast
asleep in front of the TV. Remy RUMMAGES through her
spices.
REMY
Saffron -- saffron -- hmn --
EMILE
Not good. Don’t like it. She’s
gonna wake up.
REMY
I’ve been down here a million
times. She turns on the cooking
channel-- boom. Never wakes up.
EMILE
You’ve been here a million times??
REMY
(resumes rooting)
I’m telling ya, saffron’ll be just
the thing. Gusteau swears by it.
11.
EMILE
Okay, who’s Gusteau?
Remy pushes aside some COOKBOOKS, revealing a well-worn
copy of “AUGUST GUSTEAU’S ANYONE CAN COOK!” on the shelf.
EMILE
Wait-- you read?
REMY
(guilty)
Well, not -- excessively.
EMILE
Oh, man. Does dad know?
REMY
You could fill a book -- a LOT of
books -- with things dad doesn’t
know. And they have. Which is why I
read.
(pointed)
Which is also our secret.
He resumes rummaging through the spices. Emile FRETS.
EMILE
I don’t like secrets. All this
cooking 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?
14 INT. FARMHOUSE ATTIC - SAME MOMENT 14
RATS stream in from a crack in the wall, throwing food from
the compost pile on to a heap. DJANGO is at the center,
overseeing things. He turns away, distracted --
DJANGO
What’s taking those kids so long?
15 INT. KITCHEN - REMY AND EMILE 15
Remy locates a tiny vial of saffron, holds it up.
REMY
Ah. Aquila saffron. Italian.
Gusteau says it’s excellent. Good
thing the old lady is a food lov--
12.
Something on the TV attracts Remy’s attention; the great
Chef Gusteau is being interviewed.
REMY
-- hey! That’s Gusteau! Emile, look
--
GUSTEAU (TV)
Great cooking is not for the faint
of heart. You must be imaginative,
strong-hearted, you must try things
that may not work. And you must not
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.
Remy grins, nodding in agreement.
REMY
Pure poetry.
TV NARRATOR
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 Arnot Ego.
Remy drifts closer to the TV, drawn to the shocking news.
TV NARRATOR
It was a severe blow to Gusteau,
and the great Chef died shortly
afterward, which, according to
tradition, meant the loss of
another star.
REMY
(stunned)
Gusteau is dead?
Suddenly the TV SNAPS OFF! Remy & Emile spin around to see
the OLD LADY is awake and WIELDING A SHOT GUN.
REMY
RUN!!
Remy and Emile SCATTER! Emile panics, races toward the
attic.
REMY
NO! You’ll lead her to the colony!
13.
The Lady BLASTS huge holes in the ceiling just behind the
scrambling Emile. He LEAPS CLEAR and lands on the end of a
HANGING LIGHT FIXTURE. The old lady has him. She levels the
gun barrel at the helplessly dangling Emile.
REMY hides his eyes. EMILE braces for the end. CLICK.
The shotgun is EMPTY. The OLD LADY REACTS: WHAT? EMILE
REACTS: Huh? I’m not dead? REMY LOOKS UP: Emile is still
alive? The OLD LADY curses, ejecting the shells.
EMILE SEES his opportunity, starts SCRAMBLING to pull
himself up onto the light. THE OLD LADY SEES THIS and
rushes for more shells. REMY sees an opening and takes off
to help Emile.
Rifling through her desk drawers, the OLD LADY SPIES REMY
coming out of hiding to help EMILE. She REDOUBLES HER
EFFORTS to find a box of shells.
EMILE struggles his fat body up to the precarious LIGHT
FIXTURE.
EMILE
Help! Remy! Help!
REMY
Emile, start swinging the light!
I’ll try to grab you!
OLD LADY hears Remy calling for Emile, but from her POV all
we hear is a SQUEAKING SOUND. OLD LADY finds a SHELL BOX:
EMPTY. She YANKS OPEN another desk drawer.
REMY arrives at the light fixture, reaches out for EMILE.
REMY
Emile! Swing to me!
Remy looks up, considering the streets above. He looks back
to the illustration. Gusteau has resumed his frozen pose.
OLD LADY, nothing in the drawer, she decides to look in the
book shelf, LOOKING BACK to see if the TWO RATS are still
together and struggling, still sitting ducks.
Finding no shells in the desk, the LADY goes for the
cabinet, LOOKING BACK to the TWO sitting duck RATS. The
lady FINDS a fresh box of SHELLS, spilling them in her
excitement.
REMY STRAINS to lift EMILE. The LADY drops to her knees,
picks up a shell, loading it as EMILE’s feet get purchase.
14.
The LADY chambers her SHELL and SWINGS the SHOTGUN AROUND.
The RATS scramble up into a new blast hole at the base of a
hanging fixture. It EXPLODES in buckshot!
SILENCE.
Then a loud CRACK.
The lady LOOKS UP: a large FISSURE snakes across the
ceiling, connecting the wide circle of SHOTGUN HOLES, a
massive CHUNK OF CEILING breaks free and comes crashing
down, bringing with it the FLOOR of the ATTIC above, its
furniture, and HUNDREDS OF SURPRISED RATS.
The Old Lady FREAKS! She runs from the room.
DJANGO
EVACUATE!!! EVERYONE TO THE BOATS!
RATS grab assorted belongings as they make their escape.
Remy and Emile run with the terrified mob. Suddenly, Remy
stops, looks back to Gusteau’s COOKBOOK --
REMY
The book!
-- and TURNS BACK, rushing into the flood of fleeing rats!
16 EXT. OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 16
RATS are diving out the windows, streaming through cracks,
racing across the grass to the banks of a nearby stream.
17 EXT. BY THE STREAM - CONTINUOUS 17
The rats run into the tall grass, pulling aside camouflage,
REVEALING several WATERCRAFT built from junk. The RATS push
them into the water and climb aboard. DJANGO urges them on.
DJANGO
GO GO GO! MOVE MOVE MOVE!
18 INT. THE FARMHOUSE KITCHEN 18
Remy, the last remaining rat, struggles with GUSTEAU’S
COOKBOOK. A strange BREATHING SOUND causes him to look up:
the LADY is back, now sporting a World War 2 GAS MASK, and
GAS CANISTER. She starts after Remy, SPRAYING GAS
everywhere.
15.
With a burst of adrenaline Remy hoists the COOKBOOK onto
his back and makes a running LEAP through the window --
19 EXT. OUTSIDE THE FARMHOUSE 19
-- and lands on the lawn in a shower of glass. It appears
the COOKBOOK itself is struggling to catch up to the
fleeing rats.
REMY
Wait! Wait for me!
20 EXT. ON THE RIVER 20
RAIN starts to fall. The last RAT BOAT has shoved off from
shore, but DJANGO’s boat lingers under the FOOTBRIDGE.
DJANGO
Everybody here? We have everybody?
Wait a minute, where’s Remy?!
At the shore, Remy throws the book into the water and
starts paddling toward the tunnel after the colony.
REMY
Right here! I’m coming! I’m coming!
DJANGO
Hold on son!
(to other rats)
Give him something to grab on to!
GIT, a huge, muscular lab rat, grabs a SPATULA and hoists
it out over the water toward Remy.
DJANGO
Come on boy!
Remy reaches out, desperately paddling with his other paw.
DJANGO
Paddle son! Come on, reach for it!
You can do it!
Remy has almost reached the end of the spatula BLAM!
A BLAST hits the water, sends Remy flying backward. The OLD
LADY has taken position at the footbridge above. She FIRES
at Django’s boat, missing as his boat enters the tunnel.
DJANGO
16.
Remy!
REMY
Dad!
DJANGO
Come on, you can make it! You can
make it!
Remy climbs back aboard the cookbook and PADDLES into the
drainpipe before the LADY can get off a shot. She CURSES.
21 INT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 21
Remy paddles. Ahead, Django’s BOAT vanishes into the dark.
REMY
Guys wait! Stop! Hold up! Wait for
me! Hold UP!
Remy decides to go.
Frightened SHOUTS echo into SILENCE.
REMY
DAD??
(no response)
Dad?
Silence. Remy strains to see into the darkness. He begins
to make out SHAPES; the channel forking into TWO TUNNELS.
REMY
Which way?
He paddles towards the right tunnel, changes his mind,
veers toward the left. He paddles, picking up speed. Then
he hears a LOW RUMBLE.
He stops, suddenly alert. The rumble becomes a ROAR. Remy
whirls, PADDLES furiously the opposite direction. He’s
headed toward the edge of a waterfall!
But it’s too late. Over the edge go Remy and the COOKBOOK,
tumbling into the rapids below.
Remy is tossed about like a rag doll, buffeted in every
direction by the churning water. He struggles for air
finally breaking the surface, he GULPS a breath and is
PLUNGED back under.
17.
The stone walls blur past him as he claws back to the
surface. Through the tumult he spies his one chance up
ahead-- the COOKBOOK. He swims toward it, finally catching
it, he pulls himself aboard.
The rapids pass, the waters become calm. He looks back,
amazed he’s still alive. He collapses, exhausted.
DISSOLVE TO:
22 INT. SOMEWHERE IN THE SEWER SYSTEM - NIGHT 22
A soaked and exhausted Remy has pulled his battered
cookbook to the sewer bank. It’s dark and cold, it smells
bad, but he’s safe. Maybe the clan will find him. He waits.
The COOKBOOK has dried out a bit, and there is just enough
light seeping through a grate above for Remy to read it.
REMY (V.O.)
I waited. For a sound -- a voice --
a sign. Something --
Remy flips a crinkled page, to a appetizing photo of
pastry.
His stomach GROWLS. He looks away, turning to a drawing of
GUSTEAU on the opposite page.
The ILLUSTRATION comes to life; speaking to Remy--
GUSTEAU
If you are hungry, go up and look
around, Remy. Why do you wait and
mope?
REMY
I’ve just lost my family. All my
friends. Probably forever.
GUSTEAU
How do you know?
REMY
Well, I --
(what is he doing?)
You are an illustration. Why am I
talking to you?
GUSTEAU
(shrugs)
18.
You just lost your family. All your
friends. You are lonely.
REMY
Yeah, well, you’re dead.
GUSTEAU
Ah, but that is no match for
wishful thinking. If you focus on
what you’ve left behind you will
never be able to see what lies
ahead. Now go up and look around.
Remy looks up, considering the streets above. He looks back
to the illustration. Gusteau has resumed his frozen pose.
Remy decides to go.
WE FOLLOW REMY
as he scurries up into a BUILDING, between walls, through
pipes, under floors,allowing GLIMPSES into the HUMAN world
around him. Remy moves through a crack, emerges into --
23 INT. APARTMENT KITCHEN 23
In the next room A PARTY is in progress. Remy spies a loaf
of BREAD. Famished, he grabs it, prepares to take a bite
when a SPRITE in the form of GUSTEAU appears, smaller than
Remy, glowing and semi-transparent.
GUSTEAU
What are you doing?!!
REMY
(startled, defensive)
I’m hungry! I don’t know where I am
and I don’t know when I’ll find
food again --
GUSTEAU
Remy. You are better than that. You
are a cook! Cooks make. Thieves
take. You are not a thief.
REMY
(reconsidering)
But I am hungry --
GUSTEAU
Food will come, Remy. Food always
comes to those who love to cook --
19.
The GUSTEAU SPRITE VANISHES. Remy shakes it off. He puts
the bread down, denying his growing hunger, and moves on.
24 INT. BETWEEN THE WALLS 24
Remy MOVES, following his exceptional nose. We see glimpses
of many French lives;
A PAINTER carefully paints a nude model we can’t see.
An DOG barks aggressively, warning Remy away from his flat.
A LOVERS QUARREL. Remy watches from above, through a crack
in the ceiling; SHE shakily waves a pistol at a defiant HE.
QUARRELING WOMAN
You think I am playing, Francois?
You think I am PLAYING??
QUARRELING MAN
You don’t have the guts!
Losing interest, Remy moves on. A BULLET splinters the
floor in front of him. Remy rushes back to the crack and
SEES the couple struggling with the smoking gun. The MAN
wrenches it free, it clatters to the floor. They glare at
each other, blood in their eyes and KISS.
Remy rolls his eyes and moves on, through dark, tight
spaces into a pipe and emerges onto --
25 EXY. OUTSIDE THE BUILDING - ROOFTOPS - DUSK 25
CAMERA follows as Remy scampers along railings and ledges,
past windows, up vines, BOOMING UP as the ROOFTOP FALLS
AWAY TO REVEAL --
A STUNNING PANORAMA; PARIS AT NIGHT.
It is GORGEOUS, a vast, luminous jewel. Remy is GOBSMACKED.
REMY
Paris? All this time I’ve been
underneath PARIS? It’s beautiful.
Remy’s takes in the sea of shimmering lights then sees a
HUGE SIGN atop a building several blocks away. It’s
GUSTEAU, a frying pan in each hand. The SIGN marvels at the
panorama.
GUSTEAU SIGN
20.
The MOST beautiful.
REMY
Gusteau’s? Your restaurant?? You’ve
led me to your restaurant!
GUSTEAU SIGN
(not entirely sure)
It seems as though I have. Yes.
There it is! I have led you to it!
REMY
I gotta see this --
Remy heads off toward the restaurant.
26 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S RESTAURANT 26
WAITERS and COOKS bustle back and forth preparing elaborate
meals with energetic precision; the complex dance of Haute
Cuisine. Professional cooking at its finest.
While the COOKS range wildly in age and nationality, only
one is female; a French cook in her late twenties named
COLETTE.
A small, nasty-looking MAN sporting a thin mustache and a
toque almost as large as the rest of him, ENTERS. This is
the head Chef, SKINNER. Several COOKS call out greetings to
him.
He looks annoyed as LA ROUSSE nudges him.
LA ROUSSE
Hey boss! Look who’s here! This is
Linguini, Renata’s little boy.
La Rousse gestures to LINGUINI, a gawky young man with a
unruly mop of red hair sitting on a stool in the corner. He
jumps up and awkwardly approaches Skinner.
LA ROUSSE
All grown up, eh? You remember
Renata, Gusteau’s old flame?
SKINNER
(distracted)
Ahh yes. How are you, uh --
LA ROUSSE
Linguini.
21.
SKINNER
Yes. Linguini. So nice of you to
visit. How is--?
LINGUINI
My mother.
SKINNER
Renata.
SKINNER
(impatient)
Yes. Renata. How is she?
LINGUINI
Good. Well, not g-- she’s been
better -- I mean, uh --
HORST
She died.
SKINNER
Oh. I’m sorry.
LINGUINI
Don’t be. She believed in heaven so
she’s-- covered --
(awkward)
-- you know. Afterlife wise.
Skinner stares at Linguini for a long, perplexed moment.
Linguini suddenly hands a sealed envelope to him.
SKINNER
What’s this?
LINGUINI
She left it for you. I think she
hoped it would help. Me. Get a job.
Here--?
LA ROUSSE
Of course, Gusteau wouldn’t
hesitate. Any son of Renata’s--
SKINNER
(cutting him off)
Yes. Well, we could file this, and
if something suitable opens up--
LA ROUSSE
We’ve already hired him.
22.
SKINNER
(outraged)
What?! How dare you hire someone
without my --
HORST
We needed a garbage boy.
Skinner processes this, calming as he does.
SKINNER
Oh. Garbage. Well --
(to Linguini, thin smile)
-- I’m glad it worked out.
Skinner disappears into his office, which once belonged to
the great Gusteau himself. Linguini turns back to the other
cooks, who are already handing him his work clothes.
27 EXT. ROOFTOP - ABOVE GUSTEAU’S KITCHEN - MINUTES LATER 27
Remy and the Gusteau sprite look down through the SKYLIGHT
into GUSTEAU’S kitchen. Remy watches, rapt as the CHEFS
scurry about, preparing the gourmet meals.
REMY
I can’t believe it. A real gourmet
kitchen and I get to watch.
GUSTEAU
You’ve read my book. Let us see how
much you know. Which is the Chef?
Remy points out SKINNER, who is berating another cook.
REMY
That guy.
GUSTEAU
Very good. Who is next in command?
REMY
The Sous Chef there.
(points out HORST)
The Sous is responsible for the
kitchen when the Chef’s not there.
REMY’S POV: ISOLATING THE COOKS as Remy points them out.
REMY (O.C.)
23.
Saucier; in charge of sauces, very
important. Chef de Partie, DemiChef
de Partie -- both important --
(pointing)
Commis, Commis, Commis they’re
cooks. Very important.
GUSTEAU
You are a clever rat. Now, who is
that?
Gusteau is pointing at the garbage boy LINGUINI, who is
clumsily steering a mop and bucket through the kitchen.
REMY
Oh, him? He’s nobody.
GUSTEAU
Not nobody. He is part of the
kitchen.
REMY
(dismissive)
He’s a Plongeur or something.
Washes dishes or takes out the
garbage. He doesn’t cook.
GUSTEAU
But he could.
Below, LINGUINI accidentally knocks over the pot of soup,
spilling it. Remy gives Gusteau a patronizing chuckle.
REMY
No.
What WE SEE, but Remy doesn’t: desperate that no one
notices his mistake, Linguini quickly replaces the pot on
the burner, and MOPS up the floor.
GUSTEAU
How do you know? What do I always
say? “Anyone can cook”.
REMY
Well, yeah. Anyone can. That
doesn’t mean that anyone should.
GUSTEAU
Well that is not stopping him. See?
24.
Remy watches aghast as Linguini quickly chums some water
from another pot into the soup to refill it to it’s former
level, haphazardly throws in a few spices and vegetables.
REMY
No! This is terrible! He’s ruining
the soup! And nobody’s noticing?!
It’s your restaurant! Do something!
GUSTEAU
What can I do? I am a figment of
your imagination --
REMY
But HE’S RUINING THE SOUP! We’ve
got to tell someone that he’s R --
The skylight suddenly gives way, and Remy PLUNGES down--
28 INT. GUSTEAU’S KITCHEN 28
With a SPLASH Remy lands in a sink filled with soapy
dishwater. He paddles to the surface, climbs onto the
counter and tumbles over the edge, hitting the floor with a
SPLAT.
29 INT. KITCHEN FLOOR - UNDER THE COUNTER - CONTINUOUS 29
Remy HIDES. GIANT FEET (belonging to busy COOKS) boom by on
either side. Surrounded by the enemies of rat kind, Remy is
PETRIFIED. From REMY’S POV the kitchen is a terrifying
place; full of FIRE and NOISE. He runs out from under the
counter.
The door to the walk-in OPENS, knocking Remy across the
floor and under the stove. Above him rows of burners
IGNITE.
He races across a walkway, under another counter and out
the other side, nearly run over by a DINING CART. REMY
dives underneath it, using it to cross the kitchen
camouflaged.
Sticking his head out, Remy spots an OPEN WINDOW on the far
wall: a way out! He runs for it, climbing up a dish rack to
the counter. He is nearly to the OPEN WINDOW.
He scrambles up onto a copper pot toward it, but the lid
slips and he falls inside. He LOOKS UP.
REMY’S POV: OUT FROM UNDER THE POT LID
25.
-- the window is MOVING AWAY. What’s happening?!
WIDEN TO REVEAL--
-- the POT is being carried away by one of the COOKS. The
chef sets the pot down near a stove and exits. As Remy
heads back toward the window, a wonderful SCENT hits his
nose. He SNIFFS, following it to a PAN filled with
vegetables.
Enticed, he crawls inside, and it is only then that he
notices the LARGE TURKEY, moments before a COOK picks up
the pan and slides it into the oven!
Remy barely escapes before the oven door CLOSES, SPRINGING
from the oven to another passing trolley, which bursts
into--
30 INT. THE DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 30
Remy is wheeled into the plush hush of the restaurant, and
pulls up to a table of well-dressed DINERS. A WAITERS HAND
reaches down for a peppermill, grabbing REMY instead which
startles both of them. The HAND instantly RELEASES Remy,
who quickly leaps on to another passing trolley, the one
heading back to the kitchen.
31 INT. GUSTEAU’S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 31
Remy jumps off the trolley and hides. He looks up at the
window --
REMY’S POV
-- the WINDOW has been CLOSED! Linguini crosses into his
view and tastes the soup. It’s horrible, so horrible that
he runs to the window, opens it, SPITS the soup out into
the alley and exits LEAVING THE WINDOW OPEN.
RESUME REMY
He sees his opening and runs for it, climbing a broom
handle to a shelf above the stove that leads to the OPEN
WINDOW.
Dodging jars of spices he runs through the steam from the
soup bubbling directly below. It’s so disgusting that
without thinking, he grabs a spice from the counter, throws
a dash in. He starts for the window, thinks better of it,
adds some leeks, adds some pepper, starts back to the
window and STOPS.
26.
His gaze returns to the boiling pot. He looks back at the
kitchen: the cooks haven’t noticed him. He looks at the
window: it is still open, and the path to it is clear.
The GUSTEAU SPRITE APPEARS--
GUSTEAU
Remy! What are you waiting for?
REMY
Is this going to become a regular
thing with you?
GUSTEAU
You know how to fix it. This is
your chance.
Remy considers this. Then, filled with purpose, he jumps to
the stove top, turns the burner down, hops up to the spigot
to add water to the soup.
Quickly losing himself, Remy proceeds to remake the soup,
alternately smelling, tasting and adding ingredients to it.
He grabs a pawful of spices to toss in and SUDDENLY SEES
LINGUINI, wide-eyed and brandishing a ladle.
They STARE at each other for a long moment, deer caught in
each others headlights. Remy drops the spices into the
soup.
SKINNER (OS)
THE SOUP! WHERE IS THE SOUP?
The two STARTLE; Remy tries to run for the window. Linguini
slams a colander over him, both hiding and trapping him.
SKINNER
Out of my way, Garbage boy!
Skinner spots the ladle in Linguini’s hand. He seizes
Linguini by his collar.
SKINNER
You are COOKING? How dare you cook
in my kitchen!
Remy starts to push the colander toward the open window.
SKINNER
27.
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!
(calling out)
LaRousse! Draw and quarter this
man! AFTER you put his head in the
duck press to squeeze the fat out!
As Skinner berates Linguini, LALO ladles the soup into a
tureen, which he takes to the pass. Linguini watches
helplessly as the waiter MUSTAFA carries his soup out to
the dining room.
LINGUINI
Oh, no... no no, ohhhh nooo--
SKINNER
What are you blathering about?!
LINGUINI
(points, dumbstruck)
-but don’t let- th-- sou -- soup--!
SKINNER
Soup?
(suddenly understands)
STOP THAT SOUP! Noooo!
But Mustafa is gone and it is TOO LATE. Skinner anxiously
looks through the door windows into the dining room--
SKINNER’S POV: THE DINING ROOM
--the soup is served to a WOMAN DINER. She tastes it,
REACTS visibly, and motions for the waiter.
32 INT. RESUME KITCHEN - GUSTEAU & SKINNER 32
Wilting, Skinner turns his building rage toward Linguini.
SKINNER
Linguini! You’re FIRED! F-I-R-E-D!
FIRED!
MUSTAFA, the waiter, sticks his head through the double-
doors, speaking low to Skinner.
MUSTAFA
She wants to speak to the Chef.
28.
Color drains from Skinner’s face. He sighs, heads out into
the dining room to take his medicine. Linguini creeps
toward the exit, but is collared by the Sous Chef HORST.
On the counter, Remy inches the colander towards the
window. Colette sticks a spoon into the soup and tastes.
It’s GOOD.
Mustafa and Skinner re-enter from the dining room,
Skinner’s face a riot of bewilderment.
COLETTE
What did the customer say?
MUSTAFA
It wasn’t a customer. It was a
critic.
COLETTE
(fearful)
Ego??
SKINNER
(dazed)
Solene LeClaire.
COLETTE
LeClaire? What did she say?
MUSTAFA
She liked the soup.
33 INT. UNDER THE COLANDER 33
The GUSTEAU SPRITE stops Remy.
GUSTEAU
Wait--
REMY
What do mean “wait’? You’re the
reason I’m in this mess!
GUSTEAU
Someone is asking about your soup!
RESUME SCENE
The bustle of the kitchen has STOPPED DEAD as Skinner
tastes the soup. His eyes betray a truth; the soup is
delicious. And he HATES that. He turns to Linguini, his
face DARK.
29.
SKINNER
What are you playing at?
LINGUINI
(totally confused)
I, uhm, didn’t-- am I still fired?
COLETTE
You can’t fire him.
SKINNER
(wheels on her)
What--!?
COLETTE
LeClaire likes it. She made a point
of telling you so. If she writes a
review to that effect, and finds
out you fired the cook responsible
--
SKINNER
He’s a garbage boy --
COLETTE
-- who made something she liked.
How can we claim to represent the
name of Gusteau if we don’t uphold
his most cherished belief?
SKINNER
What belief is that, Mademoiselle
Tatou?
COLETTE
Anyone can cook.
34 INT. UNDER THE COLANDER 34
The Gusteau sprite NUDGES Remy.
RESUME SCENE
The other COOKS murmur their assent. The turn of the tide
isn’t lost on Skinner. His face softens into an icy smile.
SKINNER
30.
Perhaps I’ve been a bit harsh 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?
35 INT. UNDER THE COLANDER 35
Remy’s totally absorbed in this conflict. A COUGH causes
Remy to looks up: the GUSTEAU SPRITE gestures at the
window.
GUSTEAU
You were escaping?
REMY
Oh. Yeah --
Remy resumes pushing toward the window.
BACK TO SCENE
Skinner turns to Colette, gives her a withering smile.
SKINNER
Since you have expressed such an
interest in his cooking career, you
should be responsible for it.
Colette’s face falls. Skinner turns to the other cooks.
SKINNER
Anyone else?
(they look away)
Then back to work--!
The cooks resume their work. Skinner wheels on Linguini.
SKINNER
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.
Off to the side, REMY has almost made it to the window.
SKINNER
They think you might be a cook. But
you know what I think, Linguini? I
think you’re a sneaky, overreaching
little --
31.
(he SPIES REMY)
-- RAAAAT!!!
REMY RUNS. The OTHER COOKS come after him. Skinner SWINGS a
MOP at Remy, breaking dishes and blocking his escape.
SKINNER
Linguini! Get a something to trap
it in!!
Linguini CLAPS a jar over Remy. Seals it.
LINGUINI
What should I do now?
SKINNER
Kill it.
LINGUINI
Now?
SKINNER
No! Not in the kitchen, are you
mad?? Do you know what would happen
to us if anyone knew we had a rat
in our kitchen?
SKINNER
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!
Linguini nods and quickly EXITS the kitchen’s back door.
36 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND GUSTEAU’S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT 36
Linguini hops aboard a bicycle and peddles into the gloom,
carrying Remy in the jar with him.
37 EXT. ALONG THE SEINE - NIGHT 37
The waterfront, normally so beautiful, seems dark and
foreboding this night. Linguini slows his bicycle and pulls
up under a street lamp near a bridge underpass. He climbs
off the bicycle and prepares to drop the jar into the
water.
Remy is PETRIFIED. His heart racing, he presses his paws
against the glass, staring at Linguini with terrified eyes.
32.
Linguini HESITATES then PULLS BACK, shouting at Remy.
LINGUINI
Don’t look at me like that! You
aren’t the only one who’s trapped.
They expect me to cook it again!
(Remy looks up: HUH?)
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’d you throw in there? Oregano?
(Remy SHAKES HEAD: “NO”)
No? What, rosemary?
(Again, Remy shakes head)
That’s a spice, isn’t it? Rosemary?
(At this Remy NODS)
You didn’t put rosemary in there?
Remy shakes his head. Linguini SLUMPS down on the bank,
sets the Remy jar next to him.
LINGUINI
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 you
actually understand what I’m say--
(sudden realization)
--did you NOD?? You UNDERSTAND ME??
(Remy NODS)
So I’m not crazy. Wait a second,
wait a second. I can’t cook. Can I?
(Remy shakes his head)
But you can. Right?
(Remy thinks uncertainly)
Don’t be so modest, you’re a rat
for Pete’s sake. Whatever you did,
they liked it.
(lost in thought)
Yeah. This could work. Hey, they
liked the soup--
With an expansive gesture Linguini accidentally KNOCKS
REMY’S JAR INTO THE SEINE. Horrified, Linguini DIVES IN
after it.
JUMP CUT TO:
38 EXT. ALONG BANKS OF SEINE - MINUTES LATER 38
Linguini sits on a bench, soaking wet, the jar with Remy
successfully retrieved and sitting next to him.
33.
LINGUINI
They liked the soup. You think you
could do it again?
(Remy NODS)
I’m gonna let you go. But we’re
together on this. Right?
(Remy NODS again)
Okay.
Linguini sets the jar down on its side and carefully OPENS
the lid. Remy looks up at him and TAKES OFF, escaping into
the darkness. CACKLING as he runs, Remy LOOKS BACK at --
REMY’S POV: PULLING AWAY FROM LINGUINI
-- who stands forlorn and alone under the bridge.
WITH REMY
He slows to a stop, moved by this pitiful sight.
WITH LINGUINI
He SIGHS, defeated. Turns sadly to his bicycle. Then a
SOUND: the CLICKING of tiny claws on cement. Linguini looks
up--
REMY, very cautiously, is coming toward him, back into the
light. Remy looks at Linguini who SMILES.
39 INT. LINGUINI’S FLAT - NIGHT 39
Darkness. we hear KEYS fumbling in a lock. Linguini KICKS
the warped door a few times, opening it enough to enter,
and wrestle his bicycle through. He turns on a light,
REVEALING a tiny, odd-shaped room; two doors in the wall;
one a bathroom, the other a closet, both tiny. One window,
a table with two chairs. Hotplate. A miniscule, ancient
refrigerator.
A ratty couch doubles as a bed, a portable black & white
t.v. rests precariously on one arm.
LINGUINI
This is it. It’s not much, but it’s
--
(he looks around)
-- not much.
(to Remy, shrugs)
Could be worse; there’s heat and
light and a couch with a TV. So,
y’know -- what’s mine is yours.
34.
Remy looks over the new digs. He likes them just fine.
LATER
Fast asleep on the couch, Linguini is bathed in the
flickering light from an old and very romantic FRENCH MOVIE
on TV. TWO LOVERS stand handsomely in the swirling steam of
a soon to depart locomotive, staring into each other’s eyes
--
HER (TV)
Are you-- is this a dream?
HIM (TV)
The best kind of dream. One we can
share.
Tucked in to an OVEN MITT near the window sill, REMY gazes
dreamily at the lights of Paris. The romantic MOVIE MUSIC
swells, underscoring his emotions.
Remy grins, slowly closes his eyes. Dreaming.
40 INT. LINGUINI’S FLAT - MORNING 40
Linguini AWAKENS with a start. He looks up at the oven mitt
--
LINGUINI
Morning, little Chef. Rise and sh -
-
-- and suddenly realizes REMY IS GONE.
LINGUINI
Idiot! I knew this would happen! I
let a rat into my place and tell
him what’s mine is his?
Linguini yanks open the refrigerator door and looks inside.
LINGUINI
Eggs GONE! STUPID! He’s stolen food
and hit the road! What’d I expect?
That’s what I get for trusting a ra
--
As Linguini moves around the tiny alcove HE SEES REMY,
quite pleased with himself as he cooks omelettes on the
hotplate. Two places have been set at the tiny table.
LINGUINI
35.
Wh--? Hey. What -- is that for me?
Remy nods and deftly (but with considerable effort) sets
the large omelette onto Linguini’s plate. Linguini sits and
puts a forkful into his mouth.
LINGUINI
It’s good. What’d you put in this?
(Remy holds up basil
leaf)
Where’d you get that?
Remy moves to the window and points to the roof garden of a
nearby flat. Linguini looks down at the enterprising rat.
LINGUINI
Look. It’s delicious. But don’t
steal. I’ll buy some spices, okay?
Remy shrugs and turns to eat. Linguini glances at his
clock.
LINGUINI
Oh no. We’re gonna be late, and on
the first day!
Linguini SHOVES the rest of the eggs into his mouth and
grabs his coat. Famished, Remy opens wide, ready for his
first bite of food, when Linguini snatches him up--
LINGUINI
Ca’mon, little Chef!
-- and runs out of the apartment.
41 INT. GUSTEAU’S KITCHEN - MORNING 41
The cooks are circled around Colette, listening with
interest as she reads a review aloud from the morning
paper.
COLETTE
“Though I, like many other critics,
had written off Gusteau’s as
irrelevant since the great Chef’s
death, the soup was a revelation, a
spicy yet subtle taste experience.”
Skinner has ENTERED, and is now stopped in his tracks.
SKINNER
(stunned)
36.
LeClaire?
COLETTE
Yes!
(resumes reading)
”Against all odds, Gusteau’s has
recaptured our attention. Only time
will tell if they deserve it.”
42 EXT. IN ALLEY OUTSIDE GUSTEAU’S 42
Linguini waits outside, Remy in palm, staring uncomfortably
at the kitchen entrance, working up the nerve to go inside.
LINGUINI
Well, uhm --
Aware he can’t enter the kitchen carrying a rat, Linguini
looks half heartedly for places to conceal Remy; under his
shirt, up his sleeves, in his sock rejecting each in turn.
Out of ideas, Linguini slowly opens the top of his pants.
Remy looks up at him, APPALLED.
LINGUINI
(desperate)
Look, I know it’s weird and stupid,
but neither of us can do this
alone. So we gotta do it together,
right? You with me??
Remy gives a reluctant NOD. Linguini glares at the kitchen
entrance, psyching himself up.
LINGUINI
So -- LET'S DO THIS THING!!
43 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S 43
The back door SLAMS OPEN. All heads swing to a slightly
crazed LINGUINI standing in the doorway. He wilts a bit
with the attention, and attempts to cross inconspicuously
to his station, the hidden rat causing a strangely spastic
lurch.
The other COOKS watch with bewildered amusement.
Linguini arrives at his station and looks uneasily at the
new TOQUE resting there: his new toque. He swallows,
placing it on his head, and suddenly notices Skinner
standing there.
37.
SKINNER
Welcome to hell. Now, recreate the
soup. Take as long as you need, all
week if you must.
Skinner EXITS. Linguini looks at his station with dread, a
blocked writer facing a blank page.
LINGUINI
Soup.
44 INT. LINGUINI’S STATION - MINUTES LATER 44
Raw soup stock bubbles at a low boil on the stove. Linguini
stares at the variety carefully prepared of ingredients
herbs, spices, diced vegetables, etc that have been and
laid out at his station. He’s completely unsure of where to
start.
REMY peeks out from Linguini’s collar and examines the
scene. He scrambles underneath Linguini’s shirt and across
his chest, tickling him. Linguini LAUGHS.
Remy’s head pops out from Linguini’s SHIRT CUFF, sees
Linguini reaching for a SPICE TIN; the WRONG spice. Remy
signals Linguini to stop, but Linguini pays no attention,
so Remy gives Linguini’s HAND a NIP.
Linguini YELPS, dropping the entire spice tin INTO THE
SOUP. Appalled, Remy gives Linguini an admonishing bite.
Linguini YELPS and CURSES, SWATS Remy in retaliation. Remy
scurries to the other arm (GIGGLE) and gives Linguini
another nip (more YELPS & CURSINGS).
The OTHER COOKS marvel at the strangeness of the spastic,
giggling, yelping Linguini. Visibly panicked, the
giggling/yelping Linguini TURNS, lurching from his station
to the food safe, and closing himself inside.
45 INT. INSIDE FOOD VAULT - CONTINUOUS 45
Linguini RIPS his shirt open, exposing his chest and arms,
which are covered in angry red BITE MARKS.
LINGUINI
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!
(looks at Remy
accusingly)
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!
(gestures at bite marks)
38.
AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!
Remy stares at the nearly hysterical Linguini.
LINGUINI
This is NOT gonna work, little
chef! I am gonna LOSE IT if we do
this anymore. We gotta figure out
something else. Something that
doesn’t involve any biting or
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?
(beat)
Little chef?
Remy’s gaze has drifted away from Linguini, to the shelves
LOADED with premium food. Remy looks weak with longing.
LINGUINI
Oh, you’re hungry.
Guilty, Linguini breaks a chunk from a round of cheese and
offers it to Remy, who scarfs it down. Linguini, calmer
now, straightens his clothes as he thinks out loud.
LINGUINI
Okay, the way I see it; you know
how to cook. And I know how to
appear human. We just need to work
out a system so that I do what you
want in a way that doesn’t look
like I’m being controlled by a tiny
rat chef oh WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME?
I’M INSANE I’M INSANE I’M INSIDE A
REFRIGERATOR TALKING TO A RAT ABOUT
GOURMET COOKING I WILL NEVER PULL
THIS OFF.
46 INT. KITCHEN - OUTSIDE FOOD VAULT 46
Passing the food vault Skinner hears a VOICE from within.
SKINNER
Linguini?
47 INT. INSIDE FOOD VAULT 47
39.
Remy, still eating, listens as Linguini pours his heart
out.
LINGUINI
-- we gotta communicate! I can’t be
checking for a yes or no head shake
from a rat th --
Suddenly the vault door JERKS OPEN. THREE THINGS HAPPEN
FAST:
1) Skinner sees a fleeting glimpse of LINGUINI WITH REMY.
2) Linguini HITS THE LIGHT SWITCH-- the room GOES DARK.
3) Skinner instantly FLICKS THE LIGHTS BACK ON to see
Linguini standing exactly as before. But Remy is GONE.
SKINNER
The rat! I saw it!
LINGUINI
No, a rat?
SKINNER
(searching about
Linguini)
Yes, yes-- a rat! Right next to you
--
(stops, suspicious)
-- what ARE YOU DOING IN HERE???
LINGUINI
I’m just familiarizing myself with
-- y’know, the vegetables and such.
SKINNER
Get out.
Linguini makes a hasty exit. Skinner calls out after him.
SKINNER
ONE CAN GET TOO FAMILIAR WITH
VEGETABLES YOU KNOW!
48 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 48
Linguini speaks to Remy, who he’s hidden under his TOQUE--
LINGUINI
That was close. You okay up there?
40.
49 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 49
Remy’s surroundings are visible through the thin fabric. He
looks up AND SEES they are about to COLLIDE with a WAITER
CARRYING A TRAY PILED WITH DISHES. Remy YANKS BACK
LINGUINI’S HAIR like horses REINS, CAUSING LINGUINI to jerk
backwards in an impossible limbo-arch, pivoting under the
tray of dishes and BACK UP AGAIN, miraculously averting
disaster.
Linguini blinks in amazement: what just happened? He ducks
into the BATHROOM.
LINGUINI removes his toque, looks at Remy in the mirror.
LINGUINI
How did you do that??
Still grasping hanks of Linguini’s hair in his paws, Remy
SHRUGS. Linguini’s shoulders SHOOT UP to his ears.
Startled, Remy drops his arms; Linguini’s shoulders drop.
LINGUINI
Whooaah--!
A gleam comes into the rats’ eyes. He JERKS the left hank,
causing Linguini’s LEFT ARM to SHOOT UP IN THE AIR.
LINGUINI
(marveling)
Wow. That’s strangely
involuntaREEE-
Remy is yanking tufts of Linguini’s hair like a kid with a
new toy. Linguini jerks around like a helpless puppet.
Remy stops, looks at the panting Linguini in the mirror.
REMY (V.O.)
One look and I knew, each of us had
the same crazy idea.
50 INT. LINGUINI’S FLAT - NIGHT 50
MONTAGE: LEARNING TO COOK
Using hanks of Linguini’s hair to control Linguini’s
actions, Remy pilots Linguini(who is blindfolded to keep
him from cheating) through an increasingly complex series
of cooking tasks, everything from cutting vegetables to
flipping crepes.
41.
During this comic montage we see Remy learning precisely
how to pilot Linguini, and at the same time, Linguini is
learning how to surrender himself to being “piloted”.
By dawn, Linguini and Remy have meshed into one finely
honed cooking machine.
DISSOLVE TO:
51 INT. KITCHEN - NEXT DAY 51
Linguini stands off to the side, fretting as Skinner pulls
a ladle of soup from a Linguini’s pot and tastes it.
SKINNER
Congratulations. You were able to
repeat your accidental success. But
you will need to know more than
soup, if you are to survive in my
kitchen, boy. Colette --
Skinner gestures to COLETTE, who watches with a scowl.
SKINNER
-- will be responsible for teaching
you how we do things here.
Skinner grins and EXITS. Linguini crosses to Colette.
LINGUINI
(a little too smooth)
Listen, I just want you to know how
honored I am to be studying under a
--
Colette STABS a knife through Linguini’s shirtsleeve,
pinning it to the table. Her voice is low, intense.
COLETTE
No, you listen. I just want you to
know exactly who you are dealing
with. How many women do you see in
this kitchen?
LINGUINI
Well, I hah -- um --
She brings a second knife down through Linguini’s sleeve --
COLETTE
Only me. Why do you think that is??
42.
LINGUINI
(spooked, sputtering)
Well -- huh--! I-- hoo--
COLETTE
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 am here. How did
this happen?
Linguini burbles in a desperate attempt at nonchalance.
LINGUINI
Because-- you, ah-- hah--
Colette SLAMS a third knife through Linguini’s sleeve,
thoroughly pinning it. Linguini is truly frightened.
COLETTE
Because I’m the toughest cook in
this kitchen. I’ve worked too hard
for too long to get here, and I’m
not going to jeopardize it for some
garbage boy who got lucky. Got it??
Linguini NODS pathetically. Colette pulls the knife handles
out with a single JERK and Linguini topples to the floor.
Colette EXITS. Linguini peeks over the counter, dazzled.
LINGUINI
Wow --
52 INT. SKINNER’S OFFICE 52
Skinner watches as ad man FRANCOIS DUPUIS finishes pitching
his campaign for the latest GUSTEAU’S FROZEN FOOD product.
The trademark Chef Gusteau art has been re-painted; Gusteau
now sports a kimono, coolie hat, and chopsticks. Behind
this are similar campaigns for GUSTEAU’S FRENCH PIZZA and
GUSTEAU’S MICROWAVE BURRITOS. Skinner is captivated.
DUPUIS
“Easy to cook, easy to eat, Gusteau
makes Chinese food ‘Chine-Easy!’”.
SKINNER
Excellent work Francois, as usual.
43.
DUPUIS
It’s good, isn’t it?
Skinner stands, offering a handshake to signal the end of
the meeting. As Francois packs up his portfolio, preparing
to leave, Skinner straightens the photo of himself with
Gusteau that hangs on the wall.
SKINNER
I want you to work up something for
my latest frozen food concept:
“Gusteau’s Corn Puppies”. Like corn
dogs, only smaller, bite size!
DUPUIS
(starts sketching in pad)
What are corn dogs?
SKINNER
Cheap sausages dipped in batter and
deep fried. You know -- American.
Whip something up, maybe Gusteau in
overalls and Huckleberry Tom hat --
DUPUIS
(displaying his sketch)
Or as a giant ear of corn in doggie
makeup?
SKINNER
Yes, but with dignity.
Dupuis EXITS. Skinner moves to his desk and the stack of
UNOPENED MAIL there, and begins to shuffle through it;
bill, bill, bill and the PINK ENVELOPE given to him by
Linguini.
He opens the envelope and reads; his bored eyes growing
wider and wider with each line. He GASPS, seizing the
phone.
SKINNER
Get my lawyer!
53 INT. SKINNER’S OFFICE - AN HOUR LATER 53
Skinner’s lawyer TALON LABARTHE is reading GUSTEAU’S WILL.
TALON
44.
The will stipulates that, if after
a period of two years from the date
of death no heir appears, Gusteau’s
business interests, including the
restaurant and the rights to his
name and image will pass to his
Sous Chef. You.
SKINNER
I know what the will stipulates!
(brandishing letter)
What I want to know is if this
letter, if this boy, changes
anything!
Skinner raises the window blinds, revealing a view of the
kitchen and Linguini, who looks unusually awkward among the
practiced cooking staff. Talon looks from Linguini to a
framed photo of GUSTEAU.
TALON
There’s not much resemblance--
SKINNER
(drops blinds)
There’s NO resemblance at all! He’s
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!
Talon drifts around the office, searching for something.
SKINNER
Suddenly some boy arrives with a
letter from his “recently deceased”
mother claiming Gusteau as his
father? Highly suspect!
Talon spies a TOQUE inside a DISPLAY CASE. He turns to
Skinner.
TALON
This is Gusteau’s?
(Skinner NODS)
May I?
SKINNER
Of course, of course.
Talon carefully opens the display case, removes GUSTEAU’S
TOQUE and begins to inspect it.
45.
TALON
But the boy does not know?
SKINNER
(brandishing the letter)
She claims she never told him OR
Gusteau! And asks that I not tell!
TALON
Why you? What does she want?
Talon spies something on the toque: a HAIR. He pulls a pair
of TWEEZERS from his coat, removes the hair, folding it
carefully inside a handkerchief, and pocketing it.
SKINNER
A job. For the boy.
TALON
Only a job?
SKINNER
Well, yes.
TALON
Then what are you worried about? If
he works here you’ll be able to
keep an eye on him, while I do a
little digging, find out how much
of this is real.
(getting his coat)
I’ll need you to collect some DNA
samples from the boy, hair maybe.
SKINNER
The whole thing is HIGHLY SUSPECT.
He KNOWS something!!
TALON
Relax. He’s a garbage boy. I think
you can handle him.
Talon exits. Skinner stands inert, spooked.
54 INT. KITCHEN 54
Linguini finishes dicing a red pepper. He sets down his
knife, carefully scoops up the small pile of dicings, walks
over to a giant pot and drops it in, returning to repeat
the procedure. Colette, who has watched this, interrupts--
COLETTE
46.
What are you doing?
LINGUINI
I’m cutting. Vegetables. I’m
cutting the vegetables?
COLETTE
NO. You waste energy and time!
Colette slides a chair up to the end of Linguini’s prep
table and slams the pot down on its seat so that the top is
level with the table’s surface.
COLETTE
You think cooking is a cute job,
huh? Like mommy in the kitchen?
She snatches Linguini’s KNIFE from him with one hand,
several vegetables with the other. With frightening speed
she dices them; flicking each diced pile into the pot with
the knife; dice, flick, dice, flick.
COLETTE
Well mommy never had to face the
dinner rush when the orders come
flooding in and every dish is
different and none are simple and
all have different cooking times
but must arrive on the customers
table at exactly the same time, hot
and perfect. Every second counts --
In MOMENTS Colette has completed a ten-minute Linguini job.
COLETTE
-- and you CAN NOT BE MOMMY!!!!
TIME CUT:
55 INT. KITCHEN - ANOTHER DAY 55
Linguini is cooking. He takes a pan off the burner and sets
it to one side, which is already cluttered with utensils.
Colette sees the mess and is outraged.
COLETTE
What is this???
Linguini stammers. Colette quickly clears his station,
pitching it all into a sink full of dishwater.
47.
COLETTE
Keep your station clear. When the
meal rush comes what will happen??
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.
TIME CUT:
Colette grabs Linguini by the arm and holds up his sleeves,
which are smeared with multi-colored STAINS.
COLETTE
Your sleeves look like you threw up
on them. Keep your hands and arms
in, close to the body like this --
(she demonstrates)
-- see? Always return to this
position. Cooks move fast; sharp
utensils, hot metal, keep your arms
in, you will minimize cuts and
burns and keep your sleeves clean.
Mark of a chef; messy apron, clean
sleeves.
TIME CUT:
56 INT. KITCHEN - ANOTHER DAY 56
Linguini and Colette shell peas. Colette’s manner is
easier, more collegial.
COLETTE
I know the Gusteau style cold. In
every dish Chef Gusteau always has
something unexpected. I will show
you, I memorized all his recipes --
LINGUINI
(writing it down)
“Always do something unexpected”.
COLETTE
No. “Follow the recipe”.
LINGUINI
But you just said --
COLETTE
48.
It was his job to be unexpected. It
is our job to --
COLETTE & LINGUINI
-- follow the recipe.
TIME CUT:
57 INT. KITCHEN - ANOTHER DAY 57
Colette pulls a loaf from a basket of freshly baked bread
and shows it to Linguini.
COLETTE
How do you tell how good bread is
without tasting it? Not the smell,
not the look, but the sound of the
crust. Listen--
She holds the loaf to her ears, Linguini leans in to
listen.
58 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 58
Remy also LEANS IN to listen. Colette gives the bread a
SQUEEZE. The CRACKLE is seductive.
RESUME SCENE
She and Linguini SMILE at the pleasing CRUNCH.
COLETTE
-- a symphony of crackles. Only
great bread sounds this way.
TIME CUT:
59 INT. ANOTHER DAY - EARLY MORNING 59
Colette and Linguini have begun their prep. There is a new
relaxation between them.
COLETTE
The only way to get the best
produce is to have first pick of
the day, and there are only two
ways to get first pick; grow it
yourself or bribe a grower.
49.
She gestures to the back door. Outside a PRODUCE SELLER,
conversing amicably with La Rousse, sets down a crate of
gorgeous fruit and vegetables. La Rousse slips him money.
COLETTE
Voila! The best restaurants get
first pick.
TIME CUT:
Linguini and Colette cook side by side, their manner now as
easy and familiar as old friends.
COLETTE
People think Haute Cuisine is
snooty, so chefs must also be
snooty. But not so.
ON LALO, who bobs to radio music as he sautés, cooking with
a efficient, yet theatrical flourish.
COLETTE (V.O.)
Lalo there, ran away from home at
twelve, got hired by circus people
as an acrobat, got fired for
messing around with the
ringmaster's daughter.
CAMERA SWINGS to HORST. He glances about with shifty eyes.
COLETTE (V.O.)
Horst has done time.
LINGUINI(V.O.)
What for?
COLETTE (V.O.)
No one knows for sure. He changes
the story every time you ask him.
JUMP CUTS: HORST explains various reasons for
incarceration.
HORST
I defrauded a major corporation.
I robbed the second largest bank in
France using only a ballpoint pen.
(CUT)
I created a hole in the ozone over
Avignon.
(CUT)
I killed a man with --
(he holds it up)
50.
-- this thumb.
CAMERA MOVES to POMPIDOU. He works dough with expert
precision.
COLETTE (V.O.)
Don’t ever play cards with
Pompidou. He’s been banned from
both Las Vegas and Monte Carlo.
CAMERA MOVES to LAROUSSE as he slips into the food safe.
COLETTE (V.O.)
La Rousse ran guns for the
resistance.
LINGUINI (V.O.)
Which resistance?
COLETTE (V.O.)
He won’t say. Apparently they did
not win.
RESUME COLETTE & LINGUINI
COLETTE
So you see, we are artists.
Pirates. More than cooks are we.
LINGUINI
“We”?
COLETTE
Oui. You are one of us now, oui?.
LINGUINI
(surprised, touched)
Oui.
They exchange smiles and resume work. PAUSE.
LINGUINI
Thank you, by the way, for all the
advice about cooking.
COLETTE
Thank you, too.
LINGUINI
For what?
COLETTE
For taking it.
51.
60 INT. INSIDE SKINNER’S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT 60
Skinner listens to the radio. Suddenly he SITS UP--
HIS POV THROUGH WINDSHIELD:
Remy scampers across the alley to the kitchen entrance
behind GUSTEAU’S and into the hands of a kneeling Linguini.
SKINNER
The rat!!
RESUME SKINNER
He JAMS the brakes, throws the car into reverse. As
Linguini is brought back into view we see that REMY IS
GONE. Still kneeling, Linguini holds up a set of KEYS.
LINGUINI
(to Skinner, chuckles)
I just dropped my keys.
Skinner is BAFFLED.
61 INT. GUSTEAU’S - DINING AREA - NIGHT 61
There is noticeably more energy and fewer empty tables in
the dining room. Mustafa arrives at a table of FOOD SNOBS.
MUSTAFA
Have you decided?
FOOD SNOB #1
Well, the new soup is excellent but
--
FOOD SNOB #2
-- but we order it every time.
FOOD SNOB #3
What else do you have?
MUSTAFA
We have a very nice Foie Gras --
FOOD SNOB #1
(impatient)
Yes, the old standby, you used to
be famous for it. What does the
Chef have that’s new?
52.
Mustafa stands there, slack-jawed and blinking.
62 INT. KITCHEN 62
Mustafa crashes through the swinging doors in a panic.
SKINNER
This is simple. Just pull out an
old Gusteau recipe, something we
haven’t made in a while and --
MUSTAFA
They know about the old stuff. They
like Linguini’s soup --
SKINNER
Linguini? They are asking for food
from LINGUINI?
LALO
A lot of customers like the soup.
That’s all we were saying.
POMPIDOU
Were we saying that?
An IDEA comes to Skinner. Dark pleasure blooms on his face.
SKINNER
Very well. If it’s Linguini they
want --
He pulls Horst close and speaks to him quietly.
SKINNER
-- tell them “Chef” Linguini has
prepared something special for
them, something definitely “off-
menu”. Oh, and don’t forget to
stress its “Linguini-ness”.
HORST
Oui, Chef.
Skinner turns to Linguini, a big shark-smile on his face.
SKINNER
Now is your chance to try something
worthy of your talent, Linguini. A
forgotten favorite of the Chef’s:
“Sweetbread a la Gusteau”! Colette
will help you!
53.
COLETTE
Oui, Chef.
SKINNER
Now hurry up. Our diners are
hungry!
Skinner turns to go to his office, a worried La Rousse
rushes up to him, speaking in a low, concerned voice.
LA ROUSSE
Are you sure? That recipe was a
disaster. Gusteau himself said so.
SKINNER
Just the sort of challenge a
budding chef needs.
Skinner disappears inside his office, humming to himself.
63 INT. KITCHEN - WITH COLETTE & LINGUINI 63
Linguini looking over Colette’s shoulder as she stares at
an old, yellowing recipe card, sizing up it’s ingredients.
COLETTE
Sweetbread a la Gusteau. Sweetbread
cooked in a salt crust with
cuttlefish tentacles. Drizzled with
--snail porridge --
(with increasing
distaste)
Douglas fir puree, beetroot mousse
and pollen, dried white fungus and
dipped in anchovy liquorice sauce.
Huh.
Sounds awful. Colette shrugs it off and turns to Linguini.
COLETTE
I don’t know this recipe. But it is
Gusteau, so--
(calling out)
Lalo! We have some veal stomach
soaking, yes??
LALO (O.S.)
Yes, the veal stomach, I get that.
LINGUINI
Uh-- veal stomach?
54.
64 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE - MINUTES LATER 64
Remy pilots Linguini’s hand to lift the small pot of snail
porridge off the burner and up to Linguini’s toque for an
obligatory sniff. Remy looks at the porridge, then at the
rack of fresh spices. Suddenly Remy pilots Linguini to go
for the SPICES, lifting them rapidly one by one up the
toque to SNIFF. Remy selects one that smells right and
dumps it in the pot.
LINGUINI suddenly LEANS FORWARD, tilting his toque over the
fragrant STEAM from the simmering pot.
65 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 65
Remy takes a WHIFF, likes what he smells. Inspired, he
pilots Linguini out into the kitchen.
LINGUINI is alarmed by his sudden ramble, completely unsure
of where he’s going, what he’s looking for.
66 INT. UNDER THE TOQUE 66
Remy maneuvers Linguini spasmodically past the other cooks
stations, wildly sniffing around for the next ingredient, a
composer hunting for the next note in a new symphony. He
catches a pleasing scent in Lalo’s station.
LINGUINI SNATCHES some SHALLOTS from Lalo, who looks up in
SHOCK, but Linguini is already gone, racing back to his
station to add the new ingredients to a heating pan.
Linguini JERKS forward, tilting his toque over the pan,
then PEELS OUT of his station, once again on the move.
67 INT. KITCHEN - SAME TIME 67
Linguini ZIPS about snatching ingredients from the other
cooks stations, a Porche apologizing for its driver.
LINGUINI
(ad-lib to cooks)
Pardon me, just need to borrow this
real quick, sorry, apparently I
need this, I’ll be right back --
To the others, Linguini looks deranged; a man who’s clearly
lost control of both his body and his faculties.
55.
Linguini careens back into his station and DUMPS the
ingredients into his pan, startling Colette.
COLETTE
What are you doing? We are supposed
to be preparing the Gusteau recipe.
LINGUINI
(stirring, flipping pan)
I’m, uh, this is the recipe--
COLETTE
The recipe doesn’t call for white
truffle oil! What else have you--
COLETTE
(she looks in his pan)
You are improvising?? This is no
time to experiment, the customers
are waiting!
LINGUINI
You’re right --
(to REMY, nudging toque)
-- I should listen to you!
Linguini suddenly SLAPS his own face, then LEANS his toque
over the Sweetbread.
Both Colette and Linguini are working quickly now, but on
separate dishes, giving the appearance of a competition.
HORST
The special??
COLETTE
Come get it!
68 INT. UNDER THE TOQUE 68
Remy watches anxiously as Colette sets the plate at the
pass to be picked up, a hank of hair in each paw, waiting
for an opening. Colette glances at the recipe.
COLETTE
Oh-- I forgot to add the liquorice!
She rushes back to get it. Remy sees his chance. Linguini
finds himself grabbing his pan and hurtling toward Colette.
69 INT. AT THE PASS 69
56.
Colette is about to add the liquorice sauce when Linguini
swoops in and BLOCKS HER HAND. Colette is STUNNED. Her eyes
FLASH at Linguini, who looks petrified, his left hand holds
his pan of saute, which trembles over the Sweetbread.
COLETTE
Don’t -- you -- dare.
LINGUINI
I’m not, I’m not, I’m--
Linguini dumps his saute over Colette’s dish the moment
before it is swept away by the waiter Mustafa.
LINGUINI
-- sorry.
Skinner enters, smiling as he walks up to Horst.
SKINNER
Is Linguini’s dish done yet?
HORST
Ya. It’s as bad as we remember.
Just went out.
SKINNER
(serene)
Did you taste it?
HORST
Of course before he changed it.
SKINNER
Good- WHAT? How could he change it?
HORST
He changed it as it was going out
the door!
Skinner starts toward the door to the dining room, just as
MUSTAFA busts through it, excited.
MUSTAFA
They love it! Other diners are
already asking about it, about
Linguini. I have seven more orders!
Colette is nonplussed. Skinner FLINCHES, then forces a
smile.
SKINNER
That’s wonderful.
57.
70 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 70
Remy slaps his paws together, relishing the night ahead.
MONTAGE
Crosscut between the dining room and the kitchen: orders
pile up as word of the “special” spreads between diners.
Remy pilots Linguini, preparing plate after plate of their
hit.
71 INT. KITCHEN - LATER 71
The dinner rush is over. The cooks congratulate their new
comrade Linguini, toasting him glasses of table wine.
Skinner watches from across the kitchen, STARING at the boy
with a mixture of confusion, envy and resentment. As
Linguini pass in front of a light Skinner SEES IT: a
strange shadow within Linguini’s toque the SILHOUETTE OF A
RAT. Skinner’s EYES going WIDE.
72 INT. BACK ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S 72
After a quick look around to make sure no one’s watching,
Linguini removes his toque and lets Remy out.
LINGUINI
Take a break little Chef, get some
air. We really did it tonight.
Linguini unfolds a napkin, revealing a miniature picnic;
fruit, bread, cheeses. Remy pooped but exhilarated beams at
Linguini, who raises his glass in a salute to the rat.
Linguini smiles and turns back inside.
73 INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 73
We follow Linguini as he crosses the kitchen, humming
happily to himself. PANNING INTO FRAME is SKINNER; perched
high atop a tray rack, waiting like a cat ready to pounce.
He SNATCHES the toque from Linguini’s head and gapes in
confusion when he sees nothing on top of the boy’s head. He
looks at Linguini and SMILES.
SKINNER
(dangling the toque)
Got your toque!
58.
Skinner hops to the ground, fluffing the toque with his
hand before handing it back to the mystified Linguini.
SKINNER
Seriously now, I’d love to have a
little talk with you, Linguini in
my office.
LINGUINI
Am I in trouble?
SKINNER
Trouble? Noo, a little wine, a
friendly chat. Just us cooks.
Colette watches Skinner steer Linguini into his office.
HORST
(to Colette, re:
Linguini)
The Plongeur won’t be coming to you
for advice anymore, eh Colette?
(nods to Skinner’s
office)
He’s gotten all he needs.
He exits chuckling. Colette slowly turns away, stung.
74 INT. INSIDE SKINNER’S OFFICE 74
Skinner settles in behind the massive desk that was
formerly Gusteau’s. Linguini sits uneasily at a chair
facing him, still holding his little glass of wine.
SKINNER
Toasting your success, eh Linguini?
Good for you.
LINGUINI
I just took it to be polite, they
were being so nice to me, I don’t
really drink, you know --
SKINNER
Of course you don’t. I wouldn’t
either if I was drinking that --
Skinner plucks the glass from Linguini’s hand, pours it
into a wastebasket, and offers up a newly opened bottle of
wine.
SKINNER
59.
-- but you would have to be an
idiot of elephantine proportions
not to appreciate this ‘61 Chateau
Latour. And you, M’sieur Linguini,
are no idiot.
(raising his glass)
Let us toast your non-idiocy! A
votre sante!
They clink and DRINK.
75 INT. OUTSIDE KITCHEN - BACK ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S 75
Remy munches contentedly and stares at the starry sky,
loving his bread, his cheese, his life. He breaks the top
off a grape and holding the stem like a wine glass, slowly
sips it into a raisin.
Something STIRS behind the trash cans. Remy FREEZES,
suddenly alert. Some kind of CREATURE is eating in the
shadows. Remy grabs the cheese knife and timidly goes to
investigate.
The creature LOOKS UP, its glowing eyes fix on Remy. Remy
GULPS, raises the knife. The creature LEAPS into the light-
-
EMILE
REMY!
REMY
Emile--??
They rush to each other, hugging and laughing.
REMY
And what are you eating??
Emile stares at Remy, chewing. He looks down, pondering the
unrecognizable wad in his hands for a long beat. He FROWNS.
EMILE
I don’t really know. I think it was
some sort of wrapper once.
REMY
What--? No.
Remy grabs the wad and throws it away with a flourish.
REMY
60.
You’re in Paris now, baby. My town.
No brother of mine eats rejecta-
menta in my town!
Remy turns on his heel and marches back into the kitchen.
76 INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER 76
Remy climbs to the pull handle on the FOOD SAFE DOOR and
hesitates there. LAUGHTER emanates from inside of Skinner’s
office. Remy leaps to the handle and with considerable
effort pushes it open, UNLOCKING the massive door. GUSTEAU
appears.
GUSTEAU SPRITE
Remy, you are stealing? You told
Linguini he could trust you.
REMY
And he can. It’s for my brother.
GUSTEAU SPRITE
The boy could lose his job.
REMY
Which means I would, too. It’s
under control, okay?
Remy shoves past the Gusteau spite and into the safe. The
sprite VANISHES.
77 INT. INSIDE SKINNER’S OFFICE - SAME TIME 77
Linguini sits back in his chair, looking a bit tipsy.
SKINNER
More wine?
LINGUINI
I shouldn’t. But okay.
He offers his glass to Skinner, who refills it generously.
SKINNER
So where did you train, Linguini?
LINGUINI
(chuckles, drinking)
Train? Alright --
SKINNER
61.
Surely you don’t expect me to
believe this is your first time
cooking?
LINGUINI
It’s not.
SKINNER
I KNEW IT!
LINGUINI
It’s my --
(stops, counts on
fingers)
-- second, third, four -- fifth
time. Monday was my first time.
(Skinner wilts)
But I’ve taken out the garbage lots
of times before this, that’s why I
--
SKINNER
(cutting him off,
pouring)
Yes yes yes. Have some more wine.
Tell me about your interests. Do
you like animals?
LINGUINI
What--? Animals? What kind?
SKINNER
Oh, the usual. Dogs, cats, horses,
guinea pigs --
(pointed)
-- rats.
78 INT. BACK ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S - MINUTES LATER 78
Remy carries a small bundle of gourmet foodstuffs from the
kitchen, only to find Emile again munching on garbage.
REMY
I brought you something to-- AGH!!
No no NO! Spit that out right now!
(Emile does, shamed)
I have GOT to teach you about food!
Close your eyes.
As Emile closes his eyes, his SURROUNDINGS FADE TO BLACK.
Remy delicately holds a hunk of cheese under Emile’s nose--
62.
REMY
Now take a bite of thi--
Emile INHALES it. Horrified, Remy scolds him like a bad
pet.
REMY
-- NO NO NO! Don’t just hork it
down!
EMILE
Too late.
Annoyed, Remy hands him another piece of cheese. Emile eats
it, this time more carefully.
REMY
Chew it slowly, think only about
the taste. See?
A vague, grayish BLOB half-forms above his head. It MOVES
to undefined MUSIC as Emile struggles to experience the
food.
EMILE
Not really.
REMY
Creamy, salty sweet. An oaky
nuttiness? You detect that?
Emile opens his eyes (surroundings reappear), looks at
Remy.
EMILE
Oh, I’m detecting nuttiness.
REMY
Close your eyes. Now taste this.
(gives him a strawberry)
Whole different thing, right?
Sweet, crisp, slight tang on the
finish?
The BLOB reappears, but this time with a hint of color.
EMILE
Okay.
REMY
Now try them together. Uh-huh. See?
63.
Emile eats both together and chews, concentrating. Slowly
the weak COLORS become bolder and more complimentary. They
begin to dance and intermingle as a little MELODY takes
shape.
EMILE
Okay, I think I’m getting a little
something there. It might be the
nuttiness. Could be the tang.
REMY
That’s it! Now imagine every great
taste in the world being combined
into infinite combinations, tastes
that no one has tried yet!!
Discoveries to be made!
EMILE
I think -- you lost me again.
Emile opens his eyes. The SHAPES and SOUND FADE AWAY.
Sensing Remy’s disappointment, Emile reassures him.
EMILE
But that was interesting. Most
interesting garbage I ever -- HEY!
What are we doing? Dad doesn’t know
you’re alive. We’ve gotta go to the
colony!! Everyone will be thrilled!
REMY
Yeah, but, uh, thing is, I kinda
have to -- uh --
Remy gestures vaguely at the kitchen. Emile frowns.
EMILE
What? What do you “hafta” more than
family? What’s more important?
He glares furiously at Remy, whose resolve starts to
crumble.
REMY
Well, it wouldn’t hurt to visit.
79 INT. INSIDE SKINNER’S OFFICE - STILL LATER 79
A few EMPTY BOTTLES of wine litter Skinner’s desk. Linguini
is BOMBED, but Skinner’s increasingly desperate inquisition
is getting nowhere.
64.
SKINNER
I KNOW you know something about
RATS! You know you do!!
LINGUINI
You know who know do whacka do.
Ratta tatta- hey! Why do they call
it that?
SKINNER
What?!
LINGUINI
Ratatouille. There’s a dish called
that, it’s like a stew, right? Why
do they call it that? If you’re
gonna name a food you should give
it a name that sounds delicious.
Ratatouille doesn’t sound
delicious. It sounds like rat. And
patooty. Rat patooty! Which does
NOT sound delicious.
Linguini drinks, finds his glass empty. He smiles, offering
his glass for Skinner to refill.
SKINNER
(scowling)
Regrettably --
He drops the empty bottle into the trash with a loud THUNK.
SKINNER
-- we are all out of wine.
80 INT. INSIDE SEWER - RAT COMMONS - A LITTLE LATER 80
Several channels converge into a wide, open area as dreary
and uninviting as any sewer, save for a flotilla of tiny
BOATS illuminated by a scattering of multi-colored lanterns
that answer the gloom with magic.
Holding their clasped paws up victoriously, Django turns
from Remy to face the assembled crowd of rats.
DJANGO
MY SON -- HAS RETURNED!
An enormous CHEER erupts. Emile joins Django and Remy as
the clan crowds around them. Remy’s joy is clouded with
doubt; what about his new life?
65.
81 INT. RAT ENCAMPMENT - LATER 81
A PARTY is in full swing. The entire rat clan has come out
to bop to boisterous MUSIC played by a jazzy RAT BAND,
kicking down the jams in a unique gypsy/jitterbug dance
style that takes full advantage of their tails and all four
legs.
Joined by his sons, Django sits at a prime table. A WAITER
RAT quickly serves a round of drinks in well-worn thimbles
between them. Emile and Django suck theirs down. Remy takes
a discreet whiff and sets it aside.
DJANGO
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.
REMY
I know. I am sorry, Dad.
DJANGO
Well, the important thing is that
you’re home.
REMY
Yeah -- well, uh, about that --
DJANGO
You look thin. Why is that? A
shortage of food or a surplus of
snobbery?
Emile joins in as Django cracks up at his own joke.
DJANGO
It’s tough out there in the big
world all alone, isn’t it?
REMY
Sure but, it’s not like I’m a kid
anymore.
A well-wisher drops by to say hello to Django. Remy takes
advantage of the distraction to quickly deliver the bad
news.
REMY
I can take care of myself. I’ve
found a nice spot not far away, so
I’ll be able to visit often.
66.
DJANGO
(resuming conversation)
Nothing like a cold splash of
reality to make you --
(sudden realization)
-- “visit”?
REMY
I will, I promise. Often.
DJANGO
You’re not staying?
REMY
It’s not a big deal, Dad.
(gently)
You didn’t think I was going to
stay forever, did you? Eventually a
bird’s gotta leave the nest.
DJANGO
We’re not birds, we’re rats. We
don’t leave nests, we make them
bigger.
REMY
Maybe I’m different kind of rat.
DJANGO
Maybe you’re not a rat at all.
REMY
Maybe that’s a good thing.
EMILE
(trying to break tension)
Hey, the band’s really on tonight!
REMY
Rats! All we do is take, Dad. I’m
tired of taking. I want to make
things! I want to add something to
this world.
DJANGO
You’re talking like a human.
REMY
Who are not as bad as you say.
DJANGO
Oh yeah?
67.
EMILE
Oh man --
DJANGO
What makes you so sure?
Remy hesitates for a beat, suddenly careful.
REMY
I’ve uh, been able to, uh, observe
them at a close-ish sort of range.
DJANGO
Yeah? How close?
REMY
Close enough. And they’re, y’know,
not so bad. As you say. They are.
Django GLARES at Remy, scrutinizing him.
DJANGO
Come with me, I got something I
want you to see.
He moves from the table, dropping to all fours and heading
off. Reluctantly, Remy does likewise, leaving Emile alone.
EMILE
You know, I think I’ll stay here.
82 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S RESTAURANT - SAME TIME 82
The sound of raindrops patter against the skylight.
Skinner, bundled up in a well-tailored overcoat, throws a
scarf around his neck. Linguini tipsily hands him his
beret.
SKINNER
Make sure the floors and counter-
tops are clean before you lock up.
LINGUINI
You want me to stay and clean?
SKINNER
Is that a problem?
Linguini slumps and drunkenly shakes his head “no”.
SKINNER
Good boy. See you tomorrow.
68.
Skinner exits, humming. Linguini watches him go with weary
eyes. He turns to face the messy kitchen and wilts.
83 EXT. PARIS STREET - NIGHT 83
It’s raining harder now. Django and Remy arrive at a drain
opening, through which can be glimpsed the rough
cobblestones of a city street.
DJANGO
We’re here.
Django scrambles out the curb-side drain and turns to face
the storefront behind them. Remy sits next to him and looks
up, following his father’s gaze. His jaw drops in horror.
Displayed in the window of the small shop are a variety of
nasty looking metal traps, RAT TRAPS to be precise, and
along side of those hang row after row of DEAD RATS.
DJANGO
Take a good, long look, Remy. This
is what happens when a rat gets a
little too comfortable around
humans.
Remy looks away. Django’s tone is tender, but firm.
DJANGO
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.
His point made, Django turns to go. Remy stares up at the
horrible window, then softly says--
REMY
No.
DJANGO
(stops in his tracks)
What?
REMY
No, Dad. I don’t believe it. You’re
telling me that the future is --
can ONLY be --
(points at window)
-- more of this?
69.
DJANGO
This is the way things are. You
can’t change nature.
REMY
Change IS nature, Dad. The part
that we can influence. And it
starts when we decide.
With that, Remy turns and walking upright on two legs
starts back to Gusteau’s. Django calls after him.
DJANGO
Where you goin’?
REMY
With luck forward.
84 EXT. OUTSIDE BACK KITCHEN ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S - MORNING 84
The storm has passed and the sky is cloudless and clear. As
a weary Remy exits the sewer, the fresh air hits his
nostrils and he draws it in like a sweet memory.
He exhales, renewed and happy to be back in his brave new
world. Forgetting himself, he trots for the kitchen
entrance on two legs, throwing a reckless wave at a passing
CYCLIST.
The cyclist DOUBLE-TAKES, craning his neck to look at the
bizarre sight and collides with a parked car.
85 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S RESTAURANT 85
Remy enters and looks around. No one has arrived yet. Remy
steps on to the counter top and surveys the kitchen,
savoring the day ahead. And then he hears the sound.
SNORING.
He TAKES COVER and peers out. No one is there, but the
SNORING persists. He peers cautiously over the edge--
REMY’S POV
-- as Remy walks forward, REVEALING:
LINGUINI curled up on the floor and slumbering like a
vagrant. Remy looks at the clock, realizing with horror
that the others are about to arrive.
70.
Remy jumps onto Linguini’s head like a rough rider on a
fallen horse and expertly TUGGING hanks of Linguini’s hair,
manages to get the boy up on his feet.
But Linguini remains FAST ASLEEP. Remy lifts one of
Linguini’s heavy EYELIDS and waves frantically at a staring
eye but Linguini is OUT COLD.
The SOUND of a motorcycle arriving at the rear entrance
causes Remy to looks around in desperation. He spies a pair
of SUNGLASSES near the cook’s lockers.
Colette ENTERS, unpleasantly surprised to find LINGUINI
already at work. She crosses to their station and starts
prep. Remy has hidden Linguini’s shut eyes behind
sunglasses, unintentionally giving him the air of a smug
ROCK STAR.
Though Linguini remains fast ASLEEP, Remy pulls his hair to
keep the boy’s limbs working somewhat convincingly.
COLETTE
(cool, formal)
Good morning.
INTERCUT:
UNDER LINGUINI’S TOQUE/ COLETTE & LINGUINI
Remy pulls hair, nervously puppeting the sleeping Linguini.
How can he make Linguini answer? He PULLS a side hair hank
causing Linguini’s head to loll to Colette, give her a lazy
nod, then turn back to his work.
COLETTE
So. The Chef. He invited you in for
a drink? That’s big, that’s big.
What did he say?
86 INT. UNDER LINGUINI’S TOQUE 86
Remy hesitates. There’s no hair he can pull for speech!
Desperate, he pulls the head-turn hair again.
RESUME SCENE
Linguini’s head lolls lazily back to Colette, the effect
being a smug “What do you think he said, babe?”
COLETTE
What-- you can’t tell me?
71.
Linguini is silent. He resumes cutting. Colette goes cold.
COLETTE
Oh. Forgive me for intruding on
your deep, personal relationship
with the Chef. 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?
87 INT. UNDER LINGUINI’S TOQUE 87
Things are going bad fast. Remy keeps Linguini chopping,
hoping desperately for an idea to salvage the situation.
REMY
Ca’mon. Wake up, wake up--!
RESUME SCENE
Linguini keeps chopping vegetables like a hip zombie. His
smirking face rolls in Colette’s direction.
COLETTE
(small, hurt)
I thought you were different. I
thought you thought I was
different. I thought--
Now, seemingly looking straight at her, Linguini SNORES.
Colette GASPS and delivers a roundhouse SLAP to Linguini’s
face. Linguini CORKSCREWS and CRASHES to the floor.
Linguini now completely awake and utterly confused at the
crucial chunk of his life he’s somehow missed, looks up at
the furious Colette with wide eyes.
COLETTE
I didn’t have to help you. If I
looked out only for myself, I could
have let you drown. But --
(this is hard for her)
-- I wanted you to succeed. I liked
you. My mistake.
Colette turns, storming out the kitchen’s back door. Both
Linguini and Remy- who peers out of Linguini’s fallen
toque, watch he go. Linguini turns to Remy.
LINGUINI
72.
It’s over, Little Chef. I can’t do
it anymore.
He grabs the toque with Remy inside and runs after Colette.
88 EXT. OUTSIDE GUSTEAU’S - ALLEY BEHIND KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 88
Colette is already on her motorcycle. Linguini runs to her.
LINGUINI
Stop--! Don’t motorcycle away--
(She atops, looks at him)
Look. I’m no good with words. I’m
no good with food, either. At least
not without your help.
COLETTE
I hate false modesty. It’s just
another way to lie. You have talent
--
LINGUINI
But I don’t! Really! It’s not me!
89 INT. UNDER LINGUINI’S TOQUE 89
Remy eyes widen: this can’t be happening.
RESUME LINGUINI & COLETTE
LINGUINI
And when I added those extra
ingredients instead of following
the recipe like you said-- that
wasn’t me either!
COLETTE
What do you mean?
LINGUINI
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 -- your advice.
COLETTE
But?
LINGUINI
73.
But, I have a secret.
90 INT. UNDER LINGUINI’S TOQUE 90
Remy’s really getting worried now.
REMY
(softly)
Don’t do it --
RESUME SCENE
Colette’s eyes narrow. She’s not liking the sound of this.
LINGUINI
It’s sort of disturbing.
Linguini chuckles sheepishly, then straightens as if to
make an announcement, taking a deep breath.
LINGUINI
I have a rr -- aah--uht --
COLETTE
What?
LINGUINI
I have a rahh -- tsh-
COLETTE
You have a rash?
LINGUINI
NO! No -- I have this tiny, a
little, uh, little, a--
(quickly blurts it out)
-- tiny chef who tells me what to
do.
COLETTE
A tiny chef.
LINGUINI
Yes, yes, he’s, uh, uhhhmmn --
(points to toque)
-- he’s up here--
COLETTE
In your brain.
LINGUINI
Why is it so hard to talk to you??
74.
(gathering courage)
Okay. Here we go. You -- inspire
me. I’m going to risk it all. I’m
going to risk looking like the
biggest idiot psycho you’ve ever
seen.
Colette is starting to get scared. We follow her HAND as it
drops discreetly into her BAG and emerges clutching a tiny
cannister of PEPPER SPRAY. Linguini continues, impassioned.
LINGUINI
You wanna know why I’m such a fast
learner? Why I’m such a great cook?
Don’t laugh! I’m going to show you-
-
Colette looks WORRIED. With great resolve and trembling
hands, Linguini slowly reaches up to remove his toque--
91 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 91
Through the cloth Remy watches LINGUINI’S HANDS CLOSING IN
about to expose him and ruin it all! He YANKS on Linguini’s
hair, thrusting Linguini forward toward Colette’s face--
ON LINGUINI
-- as he plants a big KISS on Colette’s lips. Colette is
frozen, pepper spray in hand, her shock and surprise
surpassed only by Linguini’s own.
92 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 92
With furrowed brows and gritted teeth, Remy maintains
Linguini’s forward thrust kiss. This could go either way.
INTERCUT LINGUINI & COLETTE
-- as they continue their startled kiss, their eyes flash
through a myriad of emotions; surprise, fear, anger,
vulnerability, happiness, and finally surrender. Their arms
wrap around each other.
93 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 93
Remy COLLAPSES with relief. For the moment anyway, the
fragile charade survives.
75.
94 INT. INSIDE EGO’S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON 94
A very tall, very narrow room, simultaneously grand and
claustrophobic. Its soaring windows are framed by heavy
velvet drapes pulled nearly shut, allowing in only a thin
sliver of pale light.
The few pieces of antique furniture in the room are equally
tall, narrow, straight-backed and uncomfortable looking.
The faded burgundy walls are decorated with framed
photographs and magazine covers, precisely arranged around
a massive PORTRAIT PAINTING. Their single subject, a tall,
cadaverous man dressed in an expensive suit; ANTON EGO the
same Anton Ego who now sits at a desk that is the rooms
focal point, looming over an ancient typewriter like a
vulture with better posture.
The rooms lone door opens, and a short, pudgy man in his
mid-thirties enters. This is Ego’s assistant, AMBRISTER
MINION.
EGO
What is it, Ambrister?
MINION
Gusteau’s.
EGO
Finally closing is it?
MINION
No.
Linguini AWAKENS. Someone is POUNDING is at his office
door.
EGO
More financial trouble?
MINION
No, it’s --
EGO
(losing patience)
-- announced a new line of
microwave eggroles, what? Spit it
out.
MINION
-- it’s come back. It’s --
(bewildered)
-- popular.
76.
Ego looks up, eyes flashing.
EGO
I haven’t reviewed Gusteau’s in
years.
MINION
No, Sir.
Ego pulls open his files, deftly riffling through folders.
EGO
My last review condemned it to the
tourist trade.
MINION
Yes, Sir --
Ego locates the review and plucks it from the files,
reading it aloud as if it were divinely inspired.
EGO
I said--
(reading)
“Gusteau has finally found his
rightful place in history, right
alongside another, equally famous
Chef-- Monsieur ‘Boyardee’”.
MINION
Touche’ --
Rising from his desk, Ego moves menacingly toward Minion.
EGO
That is where I left it. That was
my last word. THE last word.
MINION
Yes.
EGO
Then tell me, Ambrister --
Ego now LOOMS over the cowering Minion.
EGO
-- how could it be -- “popular”?
95 INT. SKINNER’S OFFICE - DAY 95
77.
Skinner is seated at his desk, his head in his hands. Talon
sits in a chair across from him, sipping an espresso.
SKINNER
No no no NO NO NOOO!
TALON
(matter of fact)
The DNA matches, the timing works,
everything checks out. He is
Gusteau’s son.
SKINNER
This can’t just happen! The whole
thing is a set-up! The boy knows!
Skinner goes to his window, parts the blinds to the
kitchen.
SKINNER
Look at him out there, pretending
to be an idiot! He’s toying with my
mind, like a cat with a ball! Of
something!
TALON
String?
SKINNER
Yes! Playing dumb! Taunting me with
that rat!
TALON
Rat?
SKINNER
Yes! He’s consorting with it!
Deliberately trying to make me
think it’s important!
TALON
The rat.
SKINNER
Exactly.
The lawyer is watching Skinner now, eyes wide with worry.
TALON
(delicately)
Is the rat “important”?
SKINNER
78.
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 -- woooooooo -
-
(snaps fingers wildly)
-- it’s here, no it isn’t, it’s
HERE! Am I seeing things, am I
crazy, is there a phantom rat or is
there not? But ohhh no! I refuse to
be sucked into his little game of -
-
Skinner is suddenly aware that Talon is staring at him.
TALON
Should I be concerned about this?
(pointedly)
About you?
96 INT. KITCHEN 96
Linguini/Remy are cooking. As Colette walks by, Linguini’s
eyes, then head start to follow her --
97 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 97
Remy wonders why Linguini’s head has drifted away from the
task at hand. He looks up: sees Colette. Rolling his eyes
at Linguini’s limited concentration, he pulls Linguini’s
hair --
RESUME SCENE
Linguini’s head jerks face forward. He frowns, annoyed at
Remy’s correction. Colette is cooking at the oven behind
him now. And Linguini’s eyes have drifted back to her
following the curves of her legs slowly up to her FACE.
She turns, catching him and SMILES. He smiles back.
98 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 98
With waning patience, Remy again JERKS Remy back on task.
99 INT. SKINNER’S OFFICE - SAME TIME 99
79.
Skinner PACES back and forth in front of Talon.
SKINNER
I can’t fire him! He’s getting
attention! If I fire him now
everyone will wonder why and the
last thing I want is people looking
into this!
TALON
What are you so worried about?
Isn’t it good to have the press?
Isn’t it good to have Gusteau’s
name getting headlines?
SKINNER
(points at Linguini
photo)
Not if they’re over HIS face!!
Gusteau’s already has a face, and
it’s fat and lovable and familiar!
And it sells burritos! Millions and
millions of burritos!
TALON
The deadline passes in three days,
then you can fire him whenever he
ceases to be a valuable. You’re
still in charge, and no one will
ever know.
Talon prepares to leave, hesitates at the door--
TALON
You know, I was worried about the
hair sample you gave me. I had to
send it back to the lab.
SKINNER
Why?
TALON
Because the first time it came back
identified as “rodent hair”.
Talon shrugs, chuckles and EXITS. Skinner stares, HAUNTED.
100 INT. KITCHEN 100
Under Remy’s direction, Linguini reaches for a spice.
Colette interrupts, handing him another one.
80.
COLETTE
No, no. Try this. It’s better.
101 INT. UNDER THE TOQUE 101
Remy looks at the offered spice, and scowls; he begs to
differ. As Linguini reaches to take the spice, Remy pulls
back on his hair--
INTERCUT:
LINGUINI & COLETTE WITH REMY
Linguini FLINCHES, his hand HESITATING; withdrawing then
reaching forward-back-forward-back.
Colette watches this odd display, still holding the spice
out. Linguini grabs the wrist of his reaching hand, forcing
it toward the spices, as REMY TUGS at Linguini’s hair,
directing him just as hard in the opposite direction.
It’s a battle for control that Linguini WINS; his hand
finally grabs the spice tin. He smiles at Colette.
Underneath the toque, Remy GRIMACES.
102 EXT. ALLEYWAY BEHIND KITCHEN - LATER 102
The dinner rush finished, Linguini and Colette exit the
kitchen laughing and holding hands. She pulls him aboard
her motorcycle and they peel out into the young Paris
night.
103 EXT. PARIS STREETS - TRAVELING - NIGHT 103
Linguini and Colette laugh and scream as the wind rips by,
Linguini barely able to hang on to his toque and we realize
REMY IS STILL INSIDE, HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE!
As Colette takes a sharp turn, Linguini drops his arms to
steady himself and his TOQUE (WITH REMY INSIDE) FLIES OFF
HIS HEAD and tumbles to the street!
Dazed, Remy emerges from the battered toque to see
Colette’s cycle disappear over the horizon!
81.
Car horns BLARE. Remy turns to see a massive WALL OF
TRAFFIC barreling toward him. He dives clear as CARS roar
past, wheels screech and lights flash in all directions as
he madly scrambles out of their way, finally making it to
the curb.
Remy looks up as a young woman recoils, jumping back into
her sweethearts arms.
WOMAN
A RAT!
Her escort swats at Remy with his coat. Remy runs, jumping
into a nearby STORM DRAIN.
104 INT. INSIDE THE STORM DRAIN 104
Remy tumbles to the cement floor, his heart pounding.
Through the grate he sees the legs of the WOMAN and her
ESCORT.
WOMAN (O.S.)
Disgusting little creatures --
Remy listens, pained. He spies his reflection in a pool of
water at this feet. He turns, slowly disappearing into the
sewer’s darkness.
REMY (V.O.)
I was reminded how fragile it all
was. How the world really saw me.
And it just kept getting better --
105 EXT. OUTSIDE BACK ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S - DAWN 105
Remy emerges from the curb drain, turns into the alley
behind GUSTEAU’S and heads up the back steps.
EMILE (O.S.)
Psst! Remy --
Remy turns. EMILE peeks out from behind the trash cans,
where he waits with a GROUP OF RATS, including GIT, the lab
rat.
EMILE
Hey little brother! We were afraid
you weren’t gonna show up!
GIT
Hey Remy. Howya doin’?
82.
OTHER RATS
(assorted greetings)
Remy takes Emile aside, speaking in an angry whisper.
REMY
You told them? Emile, that’s
exactly what I said not to do!
EMILE
But they’re my friends. I didn’t
think you meant-- I was telling ‘em
about tasting, about the nutty tang
and look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry
REMY
Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell
them you’re sorry.
GIT has approached.
GIT
There a problem over here?
REMY
No.
(SCOWLS at Emile)
No, there is not. Wait here.
106 INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER 106
Assured the kitchen is empty, Remy hops to door handle of
the food safe and grabs it with both arms, plants his feet
on the door and pulls. The handle doesn’t budge, the door
is LOCKED. Remy is puzzled. He looks toward SKINNER’S
OFFICE.
107 INT. SKINNER’S OFFICE 107
Remy enters, a little nervous, and scampers up to Skinner’s
desk. A framed black and white PHOTO of Gusteau speaks.
GUSTEAU PHOTO
Remy, what are you doing in here?
REMY
Emile shows up-- I said not to, but
he goes and blabs- it’s a disaster.
Anyway, they’re hungry, the food
safe is locked, I need the key.
83.
GUSTEAU PHOTO
They want you to steal food?
REMY
Yes. No -- it’s complicated. It’s
family. They don’t have your
ideals.
The collection of cardboard GUSTEAU STANDEES come to life:
TEXAN GUSTEAU
Ideals? If Chef Fancy Pants had any
ideals you think I’d be hawkin’
barbecue over here?
MEXICAN GUSTEAU
Or Microwave burritos?
COLONEL GUSTEAU
Or tooth- I say, toothpickin’
Chicken? S’about as French as a
Corn Dawg!
The SKETCH of Gusteau as a dog-like ear of corn BARKS.
CORN DOG GUSTEAU
(waves COMING SOON sign)
Woof! Rumming Roon!
TEXAN GUSTEAU
HAH! We’re inventin’ new ways to
sell out over here!
SCOTTISH GUSTEAU
Will ye’ be wantin’ some HAGGIS
BITES, then?
GUSTEAU PHOTO
I cannot control how they use my
image Remy, I am dead!
REMY
Will you guys SHUT UP??
(they do, instantly)
I’ve gotta think!
Remy climbs over the edge of Skinner’s desk, pushes open
the drawer, and begins to rummage through its contents.
REMY
84.
Word’s getting out and if I can’t
keep them quiet, the entire clan’s
going to be after me with their
mouths open and --
(he finds the key)
--ah! Here it is. Hey --
Remy notices a FILE labeled “Gusteau: Last Will &
Testament”. He turns to the Gusteau portrait.
REMY
-- your will --!
GUSTEAU PHOTO
This used to be my office.
Remy pulls the file from the drawer and lays it on the
desk.
REMY
This is interesting. Mind if I --?
GUSTEAU PHOTO
Not at all.
Remy flips open the file. There, alongside Gusteau’s will,
are recent press clippings featuring LINGUINI, and the
letter to Skinner from Linguini’s mother.
REMY
“Linguini”? Why would Linguini be
filed with your will?
MUSIC BUILDS as Remy reads; his eyes jumping between the
LETTER and the WILL, his eyes getting BIGGER until --
REMY
HE’S YOUR SON???
GUSTEAU
I -- have a -- SON?
REMY
YES. How could you not know this??
GUSTEAU
(defensive)
I am a figment of your imagination!
You did not know! How could I??
REMY
Well, YOUR SON is the rightful
owner of this restaurant!
85.
SKINNER OPENS the office door and FREEZES, stunned by the
bizarre sight of a RAT on his desk top. Remy SNATCHES the
DOCUMENTS in his mouth and RUNS.
108 EXT. OUTSIDE BACK KITCHEN ENTRANCE - MORNING - CONTINUOUS 108
Remy races out into the street. Hot on his heels, Skinner
runs smack into LALO on a moped. Before the mortified Lalo
can apologize Skinner is back on his feet.
SKINNER
No -- NO --! The rat! It’s stolen
my documents! It’s getting away!!
With an crazed shriek, Skinner pushes Lalo off the scooter,
jumps on and roars off down the street.
109 EXT. PARIS STREETS - CONTINUOUS 109
Skinner screeches to a stop at the INTERSECTION, looks
around wildly for Remy. He sights the DOCUMENTS scampering
through traffic and guns the motor, recklessly giving
chase.
110 EXT. NEAR THE SEINE - MOVING WITH SKINNER 110
Closing in on Remy, Skinner reaches down to snatch the
documents when the rat suddenly VEERS. Skinner’s Moped
plunges down a flight of steps to the river, where it lays
in a heap at the bottom.
Skinner looks up, sees REMY looking down at him from the
balustrade, documents still clutched in his mouth. Remy
LAUGHS. A gust from a passing BUS sweeps the WILL from
Remy’s open jaws and high into the air, where it flutters
out over the river’s edge.
111 EXT. MOVING ALONG THE BANKS - CONTINUOUS 111
SKINNER sees his chance. He clambers aboard the Moped and
takes off after the will, dodging obstacles and passers-by
to pursue from the banks below. Remy chases it from the
balustrade above, the letter still in his mouth.
THE WILL begins to descend, flitting toward Skinner below,
who reaches for it, his fingers spreading wide.
86.
Remy makes two desperate LEAPS; from the balustrade to a
tree, from the tree into the air just above Skinner where
he--
INTERCEPTS the will sailing toward the water and landing
with a FWOP on the canvas roof of a Bateux Mouche. Remy
can’t believe he’s got both documents again.
Neither can Skinner. He ditches the Moped and LEAPS to the
deck of the Seine boat.
112 EXT. ON THE SEINE - MOVING BETWEEN THE BOATS 112
Remy, documents in mouth, leaps to another passing boat,
Skinner still hot on his tail.
A jam of water traffic keeps this game alive, the two
leaping from boat to boat, but the last leap, to a DINING
BOAT is too far. Remy tries anyway; launching into the air,
the documents in his mouth sweep back like WINGS and he
catches an updraft!
He SAILS across the gulf, landing miraculously on the deck.
Skinner crazily follows, making the leap of his life as he
stretches out for the dining boats’ railing and falls
short, grasping instead the tablecloth of a couple dining
near the railing, which he yanks out from under their
breakfast like an inept magician as he plunges into the
river.
Skinner sputters in the middle of the Seine as Remy hops up
to a bridge passing overhead, scampering safely away with
Skinner’s papers.
113 INT. GUSTEAU’S - SKINNER’S OFFICE - AN HOUR LATER 113
Skinner returns to his office, soaked and furious, only to
find LINGUINI sitting at his desk.
SKINNER
You?? Get out of my office.
COLETTE
He’s not in your office. You are in
his.
Colette holds up GUSTEAU’S WILL. Skinner’s jaw drops. He
looks at Linguini, who can only shrug with embarrassment.
THE FRONT PAGE OF A NEWSPAPER
87.
-- spins into a close up. Above a PHOTO OF LINGUINI, a
deer-in headlights look on his face, a HEADLINE reads:
RISING STAR CHEF DECLARED LEGAL OWNER OF GUSTEAU’S
114 INT. SKINNER’S - NOW LINGUINI’S OFFICE - DAY 114
Linguini is surrounded by the other COOKS, who raise flutes
of champagne in a toast to their new owner. Laughing,
Colette and Linguini hug. Watching from the shadows, REMY
smiles.
MONTAGE
SERIES OF SHOTS, to music, illustrating (A) Linguini’s
rise,(B) Skinner’s fall, and (C) the happy changes to
GUSTEAU’S.
INTERCUT:
(A) Various NEWSPAPER headlines: “LINGUINI CANCELS FROZEN
FOOD” “GUSTEAU’S REGAINS A LOST STAR”. Linguini shows Remy
their new, larger apartment.
(B) A disheveled Skinner alternates between spying on
Gusteau’s (looking for the rat in the kitchen) and stewing
(over the loss of his little empire, and the glowing press
coverage of Linguini).
(C) Linguini and Colette raise the blinds in Skinner’s old
office, opening it to light and a clear view of the
Kitchen.
In the alley behind the kitchen, the COOKS symbolically
burn the GUSTEAU STANDEES created to promote Skinner’s
hated FROZEN FOOD line. All cheer as the FLAMES rise
higher.
115 INT. DINING AREA - GUSTEAU’S - EARLY EVENING - DAYS LATER 115
FLASHES POP. Linguini sits at a table, posing for photos.
Several JOURNALISTS hover nearby shouting questions.
REPORTER #1
Chef Linguini! Chef Linguini! Your
rise has been meteoric, and yet you
have no formal training. What is
the secret to your genius?
116 INT. INSIDE LINGUINI’S TOQUE 116
88.
Remy reacts to the question, looking down at the head
beneath him as if to say: ”Yeah smart guy, what is your
secret?”
RESUME SCENE
LINGUINI
I’m Auguste Gusteau’s son. It’s in
my blood, I guess.
REPORTER #3
But you weren’t aware of that fact
until very recently --
LINGUINI
No --
REPORTER #3
-- and it resulted in your taking
ownership of this restaurant. How
did you find out?
ON REMY: His face says “Because I risked my neck”.
WITH LINGUINI
LINGUINI
Some part of me just knew --
(lamely, trying it out)
-- the Gusteau part?
117 INT. UNDER THE TOQUE 117
Remy tugs a hair tuft, causing Linguini to bop himself in
the head with his frying pan.
REPORTER #1
Where do you get your inspiration?
LINGUINI
Inspiration?
Again, Remy pricks up his ears.
LINGUINI
Inspiration has many names. Mine is
named Colette.
REMY
WHAT?!!
WITH LINGUINI
89.
An outraged SQUEAK erupts from inside Linguini’s toque.
Linguini quickly muffles Remy’s squeaks with both hands as
he sets his toque down on the table. Linguini sucks on his
teeth, making a squeaking sound.
LINGUINI
Something stuck in my teeth.
118 INT. OFFICES - MINISTRY OF HEALTH - DAY 118
Drab and cluttered. A battered telephone rings at the desk
of NADAR LESSARD, a bored bureaucrat. He turns from a pile
of paperwork and answers.
LESSARD
Health Inspector.
119 INT. PHONE BOOTH - ACROSS FROM GUSTEAU’S - SAME TIME 119
Anxious, unshaven, and wrapped in a trench coat that makes
him look vaguely like a pervert, Skinner speaks into a pay
phone as he stares at the line of dinner customers across
the street, waiting to enter Gusteau’s. INTERCUT as needed.
SKINNER
I wish to report a rat infestation.
It’s taken over my restauran -- er
-- Gusteau’s restaurant --!
LESSARD
Gusteau’s, eh? I can drop by.
(consults appointment
log)
First opening is -- three months.
SKINNER
It must happen now!
LESSARD
Monsieur, I have the information,
if someone cancels I’ll slot you
in.
SKINNER
But -- but the rat, it--
Lessard hangs up. Skinner listens to the dial tone,
deflated.
SKINNER
-- stole my documents --
90.
120 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S RESTAURANT 120
Horst looks at the clock, scowls, and turns to Colette.
HORST
It’s past opening time.
COLETTE
He should’ve finished an hour ago.
She heaves an annoyed sigh and heads out to the dining
area.
121 INT. DINING AREA 121
Colette enters the swirl of activity to confront Linguini.
He shoots her a cocky smile, offering her a glass of
champagne.
LINGUINI
Bon jour, Mon Cherie. Join us. We
were talking about my inspiration.
COLETTE
(to journalists)
Yes, he calls it his “tiny Chef.”
Linguini muffles another SQUEAK of protest from under his
toque. He shoots Colette a reprimanding look, leans in and
says in a low, tight voice.
LINGUINI
Not that, dearest, I meant you.
Just then the front door swings open, spilling cold light
and air into the warmth of the restaurant. The press swings
its attention to the tall, backlit spectre at the entrance,
whispering his legendary name: “Ego”. He glides through
them without acknowledging their presence, and stops in
front of Linguini, who is still seated.
EGO
You are Monsieur Linguini?
LINGUINI
Uh, hello.
EGO
91.
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.
122 INT. UNDER THE TOQUE 122
Remy watches with fear and awe.
LINGUINI
Uh, game?
EGO
Yes. And you’ve been playing
without an opponent. Which is, as
you may have guessed, against the
rules.
RESUME SCENE
LINGUINI
You’re Anton Ego.
Ego chuckles, turning to the gallery, a lion almost
sympathetic toward the sacrificial lamb.
EGO
You’re slow for someone in the fast
lane.
LINGUINI
And you’re thin for someone who
likes food.
The lamb bites back. A murmur of surprised delight ripples
through the assembled. Ego’s eyes FLASH.
EGO
I don’t “like” food, I love it. If
I don’t love it, I don’t --
swallow.
Linguini SWALLOWS. Upper hand regained, Ego sniffs--
EGO
I will return tomorrow night with
high expectations. Pray you don’t
disappoint me.
Ego turns and sweeps out of the restaurant. There is a
heavy PAUSE. Colette turns to the assembled press.
92.
COLETTE
Listen, we hate to be rude, but,
we’re French. And it’s dinner time.
She pulls Linguini from the table and heads to the kitchen.
He calls back to the press in apology--
LINGUINI
She meant to say “it’s dinner time,
and we’re French”--!
123 INT. HEAD CHEF’S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER 123
Remy stands on the desk top, glowering at Linguini.
LINGUINI
Don’t give me that look. You were
distracting me in front of the
press. How am I supposed to
concentrate with you yanking my
hair all the time?
Linguini sticks out his hand, offering Remy a now familiar
ramp to his post atop Linguini’s head. Remy shoots Linguini
an “about time” look, climbs up his arm and under his
toque.
LINGUINI
And that’s another thing. Your
opinion isn’t the only one that
matters here. Colette knows how to
cook too, you know--
124 INT. UNDER THE TOQUE 124
The last straw. Remy grabs a hair hank and pulls too hard.
LINGUINI
-- OW!! Alright that’s it!!
125 EXT. OUTSIDE BACK KITCHEN ENTRANCE - DUSK 125
The door bangs open, Linguini storms out, mashing his toque
against his head, angrily shuts the door behind him. He
yanks his toque off and gets in Remy’s tiny face--
LINGUINI
You take a break, little chef. I’m
not your puppet, and you’re not my
uh, puppet -- controlling -- guy.
93.
126 EXT. FROM THE ROOF ABOVE 126
SKINNER watches this strange scene, his jaw hanging open.
SKINNER
The rat is the cook!
LINGUINI
You cool off and get your mind
right, little chef. Ego is coming
and I’ve gotta focus!
Skinner watches as Linguini storms back into the kitchen.
He EXITS, ducking down the fire escape.
RESUME REMY
He’s FURIOUS. In a pint-sized fit of rage he kicks a can,
then, tottering under its weight, picks up a bottle to
throw against the wall and suddenly finds himself face to
face with EMILE and his RAT PALS.
EMILE
Wow. I’ve never seen that before.
GIT
Yeah, it’s like you’re his fluffy
bunny or something.
The other rats laugh. Remy’s face goes hard.
EMILE
I’m sorry about all the guys, Remy.
I tried to limit them, but--
REMY
You know what? It’s okay.
(To group)
I’ve been selfish. You guys hungry?
(RATS respond eagerly)
Dinner’s on me. We’ll go after
closing time. In fact --
(to Emile, evil grin)
-- tell Dad to bring the whole
clan.
127 INT. LINGUINI’S APARTMENT - NIGHT 127
Linguini returns, calling out in the darkened apartment.
LINGUINI
Little chef?
94.
He looks in Remy’s little sleeping area, finding it EMPTY.
128 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S - NIGHT 128
Horst puts the kitchen to bed. He pulls on his coat and
turns the LIGHTS OUT. Beat. A metal GRATE in the floor
lifts up, Remy and Django peek out.
DJANGO
This is great, son. An inside job.
(too loudly)
I see the appeal--!
REMY
Shhh!
Remy climbs out, looks around, signals the coast is clear.
An army of RATS- a crack FOOD THEFT UNIT pour in after him,
mobilizing effectively to raid the vault as he opens the
door, when all of a sudden LINGUINI RETURNS to the kitchen.
LINGUINI
Little Chef? Little Chef?
The CLAN RATS instantly freeze, camouflaging themselves. It
is both amazing and precarious, any close look will betray
the deception. Remy steps out, revealing himself to
Linguini.
LINGUINI
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 --
As Linguini opens up to Remy, we cut to QUICK SHOTS: visual
gags of the rat clan hiding in plain sight, desperate to
avoid discovery. Remy listens, distracted.
LINGUINI
-- to leave things the way we did
so I came back, hoping you’d be
here. And here you are.
Linguini is so absorbed in his own feelings that he’s
utterly blind to the fact that the food safe door is ajar,
and that he’s caught the rats MID-HEIST.
LINGUINI
95.
Look. I don’t want to 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 --
INSIDE THE FOOD SAFE: MORE QUICK SHOTS
RATS HIDE; up on the shelves, in EGG CARTONS, inside the
holes in a wedge of SWISS CHEESE, submerged in an open sack
of COFFEE BEANS, leaving only their tiny NOSES visible.
EMILE hides in the center of an ASPARAGUS BUNCH held
together by a rubber band. His eyes latch on to a juicy
BUNCH OF GRAPES, which hang literally in front of his face.
Enticed, he leans forward just enough to get his lips
around the end of a single grape, and s-l-o-w-l-y SUCKS IT
OFF THE STEM into his mouth, swallowing it whole. Mmmnn.
He glances up: another grape beckons. Emile leans for it--
LINGUINI
-- 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.
REMY listens to Linguini, shamed by his kind words.
LINGUINI
I haven’t been fair to you. You’ve
never failed me, and I should never
forget that.
129 INT. INSIDE THE FOOD SAFE 129
Emile, now stuffed and lumpy with grapes, eyes the last
REMAINING GRAPE on the stem. Balancing on a CHEESE WHEEL,
he lashes the asparagus rubber band to the shelf and leans
out
over the edge, straining to reach the lone grape.
LINGUINI
The most honorable friend a guy
could ever ask--
96.
The cheese wheel SHIFTS. Emile loses his balance and falls,
hits the floor spread-eagled. The CHEESE lands on top of
him, causing his bellyful of GRAPES to machine gun from his
mouth and hit the back of Linguini’s neck.
He TURNS sees that the food safe door is OPEN.
LINGUINI (CONT'D)
What is this? What’s going on--
He pulls open the door and flips the light on. The RATS
FLEE spilling from the shelves in a squeaking, fur covered
WAVE that rushes past Linguini’s feet and out the open
door.
LINGUINI
(to Remy, betrayed)
You’re stealing from me??
How could you? I thought you were
my friend, I trusted you!
130 EXT. OUTSIDE KITCHEN - REAR ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 130
The door bursts open and a flood of rats pour out the rear
door into the alley, Linguini behind them brandishing a
mop.
LINGUINI
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!
Linguini ducks back inside, SLAMMING the door behind him.
Remy stares in silence, devastated by what he’s done.
DJANGO and the rest of the RAT CLAN emerges from the
shadows, gathering around the group including Remy and
Emile.
REMY
You’re right, Dad. Who am I
kidding? We are what we are. And
we’re rats.
Remy turns, unconsciously drops to four legs and walks
slowly away, his voice distant and sad.
REMY
Well, he’ll leave soon, and now you
know how to get in. Steal all you
want.
97.
DJANGO
You’re not coming?
REMY
I’ve lost my appetite.
131 INT. DINING ROOM - GUSTEAU’S RESTAURANT - NIGHT 131
Strangely, Linguini is dressed as a WAITER. He waits on a
lone DINER, whose face is hidden behind a menu.
LINGUINI
Do you know what you’d like, sir?
The MENU lowers, revealing EGO. He GRINS, ravenous.
EGO
Yes; I’d like your heart, roasted
on a spit--!
Linguini is frozen in fear, his heart pounding as Ego’s
cold
chuckle turns into a ROAR.
132 INT. INSIDE HEAD CHEF’S OFFICE - MORNING - CONTINUOUS 132
Linguini AWAKENS. Someone is POUNDING is at his office
door.
LINGUINI
C--come, COME IN!!
The door opens and Colette leans in, speaking tenderly.
COLETTE
Today is a big day. You should say
something to them.
LINGUINI
Like what?
COLETTE
You are the boss. Inspire them.
133 INT. KITCHEN - MINUTES LATER 133
Linguini places a step ladder at the front of the kitchen
and stands on the top step. He clears his throat.
98.
LINGUINI
Attention. Attention everyone.
The staff pauses and turns their attentions to Linguini.
LINGUINI
Tonight is a big night. Appetite is
coming and he’s going to have a big
Ego.
(stops, corrects himself)
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. Like a
salad.
The COOKS exchange confused glances. Colette wilts. This is
not the inspiration she had in mind.
134 EXT. OUTSIDE REAR KITCHEN ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S - SAME 134
MOMENT
Remy is watching this through the kitchen window. He sighs.
EMILE
Just can’t leave it alone, can ya’?
Emile is by the trash. Remy HOPS DOWN and walks over to
him.
REMY
You really shouldn’t be here during
restaurant hours, it’s not safe.
EMILE
I’m hungry. And I don’t need the
inside food to be happy. The key,
my friend, is to not be picky.
Observe.
Emile lifts the corner of a toppled-over BOX, exposing a
chunk of CHEESE. Emile chuckles, reaching for the cheese..
REMY
No-- WAIT--
Remy grabs Emile’s tail and pulls him clear. A HINGE DROPS,
trapping Remy inside a CAGE. Emile rushes to Remy,
panicked.
EMILE
99.
Oh no! What’ll we do?! I’ll go get
Dad!
A SHADOW looms over them. Emile quickly hides. SKINNER
picks up the trap/cage, grinning ear to ear.
SKINNER
You may think you are a chef, but
you are still only a rat.
135 INT. KITCHEN - SAME TIME 135
The cooks are sitting now, bored out of their minds.
Linguini is still talking.
LINGUINI
-- sure he took away a star last
time he reviewed this place. Sure,
it probably killed Gust -- Dad.
LALO
(softly to himself)
Oh, this is very bad juju here-o.
LINGUINI
But I’ll tell you one thing--
Mustafa bursts through the dining room door, interrupting--
MUSTAFA
Ego is here.
The air is suddenly sucked from the room. The cooks stand
alert, frightened. Sensing what is needed, Colette steps
up.
COLETTE
Arnot Ego is just another customer.
Let’s cook!
An intent look sweeps the faces of the staff. With a burst
of grunts, cries and hand claps they return to work.
LINGUINI
(a beat too late)
Yeah--! Let’s-- okay --
136 EXT. STREET NEAR GUSTEAU’S - MOMENTS LATER 136
Remy’s cage is set down inside the trunk of SKINNER’S CAR.
Remy looks up at Skinner.
100.
SKINNER
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.
Remy STARTLES, looks aghast. Laughing, Skinner SLAMS SHUT
the trunk and EXITS toward the restaurant. Nearby, EMILE
watches cautiously.
SKINNER
Au revoir, rat!
137 INT. GUSTEAU’S RESTAURANT - DINING AREA - NIGHT 137
Mustafa draws a deep breath, gathering courage. He turns
and approaches Ego’s table.
MUSTAFA
Do you know what you’d like this
evening, sir?
Ego lifts his gaze to Mustafa.
EGO
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.
Ego SNAPS his menu shut and hands it to Mustafa.
EGO
That’s it. I’d like some fresh,
clear, well-seasoned perspective.
Can you suggest a good wine to go
with that?
MUSTAFA
(baffled)
With what, sir?
EGO
Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
MUSTAFA
Uh -- I’m sorry?
MUSTAFA
101.
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.
MUSTAFA
Uhm, I’m afraid I -- I didn’t --
your dinner selection?
Ego jumps to his feet, suddenly eye to eye with Mustafa.
EGO
Tell your “Chef Linguini” that I
want whatever he dares to serve to
me. Tell him to “hit me with his
best shot”.
Mustafa scurries off. Seated at a nearby table (and
disguised in a trenchcoat, sunglasses and beret), SKINNER
jerks his head toward Ego and speaks to his waiter--
SKINNER
(deep voice)
I will have whatever he is having.
138 INT. INSIDE SKINNER’S CAR TRUNK 138
Remy sits in the corner of his cage, alone and defeated.
The GUSTEAU SPRITE appears. He studies Remy, speaking
quietly.
GUSTEAU
So, we’ve given up.
REMY
Why do you say that?
GUSTEAU
(looks around, shrugs)
We are in a cage. Inside a car
trunk. Awaiting a future in frozen
food products.
REMY
No, I’m the one in a cage. I’ve
given up. You are free.
GUSTEAU
102.
I am only as free as you imagine me
to be. As you are.
REMY
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 only 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?
Gusteau smiles with affection and relief.
GUSTEAU
Ah, but you don’t, Remy --
He floats to Remy, puts his hands squarely on the rat’s
shoulders
GUSTEAU
-- you never did.
And with that, Gusteau FADES AWAY. A loud THUNK as
something hits the street pavement outside.
139 INT. CATHEDRAL ACROSS FROM GUSTEAU’S - DUSK 139
A STONE GARGOYLE has just missed the trunk of Skinner’s car
and SHATTERED on the pavement. DJANGO, clearly annoyed,
calls to GIT the muscle bound lab rat, who’s perched on the
one gargoyle-less balustrade above.
DJANGO
No. My OTHER left!
Git grunts, moves to the next gargoyle and PUSHES.
140 INT. INSIDE SKINNER’S CAR TRUNK 140
Remy, alert and excited now, calls out.
REMY
Dad?!!
WHAM! --the top of the trunk suddenly CAVES IN from the
second GARGOYLE’s impact. Light streams in as EMILE
appears.
103.
REMY
Emile!
Django joins Emile as he grabs the cage latch from the
outside. Straining with all their might, the three rats pop
it open. Remy jumps out, gives Django and Emile quick hugs
--
REMY
I love you guys.
-- then scrambles out the trunk and takes off toward
GUSTEAU’S.
DJANGO
Where you going??
REMY
(calling back)
Back to the restaurant! They’ll
fail without me!
DJANGO
WHY DO YOU CARE??
REMY
BECAUSE I’M A COOK!!
141 INT. INSIDE KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S - SAME TIME 141
CHAOS. Tempers are flaring, orders are piling up and the
kitchen is dissolving under Linguini’s leadership. Holding
a pan filled with grey glop, Horst confronts Linguini.
HORST
It’s your recipe! How can you not
know your own recipe??
LINGUINI
I didn’t write it down, it just
came to me!
HORST
Well make it come to you again,
because we can’t serve this!!
MUSTAFA
Where’s my order??
LINGUINI
Can’t we serve them something
else?? Something I didn’t invent??
104.
LA ROUSSE
This is what they’re ordering!!
LINGUINI
Make them order something else!!
Tell them we’re all out!
POMPIDOU
We can’t be all out, we just opened
LA ROUSSE
I have another idea; what if we
served them what they order??
COLETTE
We will make it. Just tell us what
you did!
LINGUINI
I don’t know what I did!
HORST
We need to tell the customers
something!
LINGUINI
(hysteria building)
Then tell them-- tell them-- AUGH!!
Linguini runs into his office and slams the door closed.
LA ROUSSE
(to Lalo, beat)
“Augh”?
142 EXT. OUTSIDE BACK KITCHEN ENTRANCE - GUSTEAU’S - SAME TIME 142
Django and Emile rush to stop Remy as he heads toward the
kitchen door --
DJANGO
Remy!
EMILE
They’ll see you! STOP!
-- but Remy pushes them away long enough to get inside the
doorway, exposing himself to two COOKS. The other rats
HIDE.
COLETTE
105.
He’s come far too fast! Could you
do more with as little experience??
HORST
We are not talking about me! We’re
talking about what to do right n--!
Horst suddenly FREEZES, his gaze fixed on the back
entrance. There, smack dab in the middle of the doorway,
sits REMY, as brash as a tiny gunslinger entering a saloon.
COLETTE
RAAAAT!!
Instantly the other COOKS seize dangerous utencils and
CHARGE at Remy. But REMY DOESN’T MOVE. Suddenly, a voice
SHOUTS --
LINGUINI
DON’T TOUCH HIM!!
Miraculously, everyone STOPS, their weapons raised, their
gaze shifting to LINGUINI, who rushes in front of the
group.
LINGUINI
I know this sounds insane. But
well, the truth sounds insane
sometimes, but that doesn’t mean
it’s not. The truth.
The COOKS exchange confused glances.
LINGUINI
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. Little Chef?
The COOKS watch in amazement as Remy hops onto his lowered
palm. Linguini lifts Remy up to his head to demonstrate.
LINGUINI (CONT’D)
He’s been hiding under my toque. He
chooses the ingredients, the
spices.
Linguini picks up some spices lifting them to Remy’s nose.
The other cooks react; this strange and familiar action of
Linguini’s is suddenly stranger than ever.
LINGUINI
106.
-- he’s been controlling my
actions.
Remy gives Linguini’s hair a few tugs to demonstrate,
Linguini’s limbs move correspondingly.
LINGUINI
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?
Linguini laughs. The cooks stare. He looks at them,
earnest.
LINGUINI
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. Whaddya say? You with me?
For a moment no one moves. Then HORST, tears welling up in
his eyes, crosses to a grateful, moved Linguini and hands
him his apron and toque EXITING silently out the back door.
Linguini watches stunned as, one by one, the rest of the
STAFF exits with him, leaving only COLETTE.
Colette locks eyes with Linguini, both anger and tears
welling up. Her hand comes up to slap him but doesn’t.
Her hand just trembles, and finally drops to her side. She
pushes past Linguini and out the door.
Linguini looks out at Dining room: Ego WAITS, drumming his
fingers. Soon the customers will get restless. Linguini
exchanges a sad look with Remy, shrinks into his office,
closes the door behind him.
143 EXT. PARIS STREETS - MOVING WITH COLETTE - NIGHT 143
COLETTE speeds her motorcycle recklessly through the
streets, crying. A car horn BLASTS. She STARTLES, hits the
brakes and skids TO A STOP, nearly running the red light.
She exhales, her heart racing at the close call. She looks
up. A familiar COOKBOOK beckons from the display window of
a used book store: Gusteau’s “ANYONE CAN COOK”.
107.
Colette stares at it, feeling a pang of emotion.
CLOSE ON THE COOKBOOK.
CLOSE ON COLETTE. Behind her the traffic light TURNS green.
WIDE SHOT: The traffic on either side of her begins to go.
Colette sits atop her motorcycle motionless.
RESUME GUSTEAU’S KITCHEN
Alone in the empty kitchen, Remy faces the dining room
door, feeling Ego on the other side, waiting. Remy slowly
turns away then realizes that DJANGO is also there.
REMY
Dad--!
(he goes to Django)
Dad, I-- I don’t know what to say.
DJANGO
I was wrong about your friend. And
about you.
REMY
Dad, I don’t want you to think I’m
choosing this over family. I can’t
choose between two halves of
myself.
DJANGO
I’m not talking about cooking. I’m
talking about guts. This really
means that much to you?
Almost apologetically, Remy NODS. Django sighs, then lets
out a loud whistle. The RAT CLAN emerges from the shadows,
quickly surrounding them.
DJANGO
We’re not cooks, but we are family.
You tell us what to do and we’ll
get it done.
A DOOR CREAK turns the rats attention to the back door
where-THE HEALTH INSPECTOR has just entered.
His eyes bug at the surreal sight: the KITCHEN IS FILLED
WITH RATS. Slowly, he backs toward the EXIT and BOLTS!
REMY
STOP THAT HEALTH INSPECTOR!
108.
Immediately DJANGO leads half the RAT CLAN after the
inspector, yelling as he exits out the door.
DJANGO
DELTA TEAM FOLLOW ME! THE REST OF
YOU STAY AND HELP REMY!
144 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND GUSTEAU’S - INSIDE INSPECTOR’S CAR 144
The inspector JAMS his keys into the ignition and turns.
The ENGINE won’t turn over. He glances at the rear view
mirror and sees: a ground-level STAMPEDE OF RATS moving out
from the kitchen TOWARD HIM.
The RATS engulf the car, covering it like a blanket. The
ENGINE comes to life. Tires SQUEAL, smoking as the car
roars from the alley in reverse and pulls a 180 into the
street, the rats covering it like a grey moss.
145 INT. KITCHEN - SAME TIME 145
The dishwasher opens with a WHOOSH of steam: DOZENS OF RATS
EMERGE, their fur clean and fluffy. They disperse with Swat
Team precision as Remy barks orders.
REMY
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!
LINGUINI
Emerges from his office and is astonished by the sight.
Remy and the rats see this is suddenly PAUSE. Linguini
walks up to Remy, suddenly filled with purpose.
LINGUINI
We need someone to wait tables.
Remy NODS.
CUT TO:
146 INT. CHEFS OFFICE 146
Linguini turns his backpack upside down. A pair of ROLLER
BLADES hit his desk with a CLUNK.
109.
147 INT. DINING AREA 147
Linguini, wearing the blades and a WAITERS OUTFIT, explodes
through the double doors and sweeps into the dining room,
distributing MENUS to the diners with economical precision,
followed miraculously by DRINKS, BREAD, WATER.
He arrives at Skinner’s table to refill his water.
LINGUINI
No, I’m sorry for any delay, but
we’re a little short tonight.
Skinner glances at EGO, who is scowling as he scribbles in
a note pad. A big smile stretches across Skinner’s face.
SKINNER
Please. Take all the time you need.
148 INT. KITCHEN 148
The kitchen is going like blazes; RATS are sauteing,
spicing, grilling, cooking up a storm. Remy, nearly
overwhelmed with the scale of production, is miraculously
handling it.
Stationed at the pass, EMILE wipes the sauce of the edges
of the plates with a cloth, the last crucial bit of quality
control. Tempted by the sauce, he tries to sneak a lick.
REMY (O.S.)
EMILE!
EMILE
(stopping himself)
Sorry!
149 INT. DINING AREA - SAME TIME 149
Ego looks impatiently at his watch, scribbles in his
notepad. Then his eyes fall to the soup. He pulls the bowl
to him, dips a spoon in, TASTING IT. Not bad --
150 INT. KITCHEN 150
The RATS are functioning like a well-oiled machine; the
perfectly prepared meals hit the pass as quickly as
Linguini can grab them. The back door pushes open to
REVEAL:
110.
COLETTE staggered by the bizarre spectacle. Looking like
she may vomit, she wheels back to the exit, when Linguini
rushes in, throwing his arms around her.
LINGUINI
Colette! You came back. Colette, I-
-
COLETTE
DON’T say a word. If I think about
it I might change my mind. Just
tell me what the rat wants to cook.
MOMENTS LATER
Remy flips through Gusteau’s recipe box, finds a certain
card and pulls it, showing it to Colette. She frowns.
COLETTE
Ratatouille? It’s a peasant dish.
Are you sure you want to serve this
to Ego?
Remy NODS. Colette shrugs and starts to prepare the dish.
A TIRE SCREECH is followed by a LOUD CRASH outside. COLETTE
looks up as the back door bangs open: the HEALTH INSPECTOR,
bound and gagged, floats across the floor on a cushion of
RATS, who quickly dump him in the food safe.
Colette shrugs, going with the strange night, and goes to
add the first spice to the ratatouille, but is blocked by a
WOODEN SPOON. She looks up: sees it’s held by Remy.
COLETTE
What. I’m making the ratatouille --
He looks at the her ingredients and makes a face.
COLETTE
Well, how would you prepare it?
Remy PAUSES, considering this.
151 INT. KITCHEN - DINING AREA 151
INTERCUT:
(1) Remy REIMAGINING the ratatouille; re-inventing it step
by step and demonstrating what he wants to Colette, who
expertly follows through.
111.
WITH (2) LINGUINI skating around the dining room, a ONE-MAN
WAIT STAFF.
MUSIC CRESCENDOS as LINGUINI delivers the meal to EGO’S
TABLE. Linguini then serves the identical meal to Skinner,
who’s appalled and amused to find that Ego has been served-
-
SKINNER
Ratatouille? They must be joking --
He looks over at Ego, who seems equally unimpressed.
ON EGO
He pokes a fork into the vegetables, examines them for a
moment, then brings the food to his lips.
Linguini watches, withering.
As Ego’s lips close around the ratatouille, the sound, the
restaurant around him is WHISKED AWAY.
FLASHBACK:
152 EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE - A LIFETIME AGO 152
We are inside a cozy cottage on a golden summer day. The
front door is open, a newly crashed BICYCLE lays on the
ground outside. Next to it stands a five year old ANTON EGO
with a skinned knee, valiantly holding back tears.
His young mother turns from her cooking, and gives him a
sympathetic smile. Like all mothers, she knows what to do.
MOMENTS LATER
Young EGO, already feeling better, is at a table. His
mother touches his cheek and sets a freshly made bowl of
ratatouille before him, warm and inviting. The boy takes a
spoonful into his mouth--
--AND THE PRESENT RUSHES BACK--
Ego is frozen. Astounded. His PEN slips from his hand. It
CLATTERS to the floor, breaking the spell.
Ego blinks. His eyes fall to his empty fork, which he holds
suspended near his mouth. Slowly a long-lost feeling blooms
inside him. He smiles. And has another forkful.
112.
Skinner has seen this. He looks at his ratatouille and
tastes it. He’s stunned; loving and hating it all at once--
SKINNER
(as he eats)
No -- no, it can’t be --
153 INT. KITCHEN 153
Skinner BURSTS through the double doors.
SKINNER
Who cooked the ratatouille?! I
demand to know!
A kitchen full of RATS all stop and LOOK UP AT HIM.
CUT TO:
154 INT. INSIDE FOOD SAFE 154
Skinner, bound and gagged, is tossed roughly into the
corner, where he lands next to the equally bound and gagged
HEALTH INSPECTOR. They yell muffled protests as the door
slams shut.
155 INT. DINING AREA 155
A long FINGER dabs the last smear of remaining sauce from
the plate of ratatouille. We follow it to Ego’s smiling
lips. He kisses the sauce off his finger tip and turns to
Linguini.
EGO
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.
LINGUINI
I’m just your waiter tonight.
EGO
Then who do I thank for the meal?
Linguini stares for a moment, wondering how to respond.
LINGUINI
113.
Excuse me a minute.
Linguini skates to the kitchen doors, where Colette has
been watching from a distance. Ego squints; Linguini and
Colette are visible through the window panels in a heated
discussion. Linguini returns to Ego’s table, this time with
Colette.
EGO
Ah, you must be the Ch--
COLETTE
(interrupts)
If you wish to meet the Chef you
will have to wait until all the
other customers have gone.
Taken aback by the unprecedented demand, Ego acquiesces.
EGO
So be it.
Colette and Linguini exchange a look.
DISSOLVE TO:
LATER.
The restaurant has cleared, save for Ego, who waits with
grim patience. Linguini and Colette emerge from the kitchen
and silently cross to Ego’s table, Linguini holding a toque
upright on the flat of and outstretched hand.
Ego stares, his curiosity piqued by this strange sight.
Linguini takes a breath and lifts up the toque, revealing
REMY sitting up on the palm of his hand.
REMY (V.O.)
At first, Ego thinks it’s a joke,
but as Linguini explains, Ego’s
smile disappears.
A SERIES OF SHOTS: Inside the rat-filled kitchen, Linguini
and Remy demonstrate their unique working style to Ego,
first together, then with Remy alone. Colette withers as
Ego STARES at this in grim deadpan.
REMY (V.O.)
He doesn’t react beyond asking an
occasional question.
156 INT. DINING AREA 156
114.
Linguini and Colette are now seated at a table opposite
Ego. Remy sits on the table facing Ego, who occasionally
glances down at him. Finally Ego gets up, and bows
slightly.
REMY (V.O.)
And when the story is done, Ego
stands, thanks us for the meal--
EGO
Thank you for the meal.
REMY (V.O., CONT’)
-- and leaves without another word.
157 INT. EGO’S OFFICE - NIGHT 157
In a SERIES OF SHOTS Ego is seen pacing, brooding, staring
out one of the enormous picture windows flanking his
portrait into the night, visibly unsettled.
REMY (V.O.)
The following day his review
appears --
EGO (V.O.)
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 judgement. We thrive
on negative criticism, which is fun
to write and to read.
-- until finally, he sits down at his desk and begins to
write.
EGO (V.O.)
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
defense of the new.
MONTAGE: AFTER CLOSING - NIGHT (TO DAWN)
115.
Linguini and Colette emerge from Gusteau’s kitchen into the
brisk night air, Remy with them, walking upright. No one
knows what to think. Colette and Linguini HUG anyway.
EGO (V.O.)
The world is often unkind to new
talent, new creations. The new
needs friends.
In the alley behind the kitchen, the strange human/rat
alliance amicably part ways and head to their respective
homes above and below the streets of Paris. Only Remy stays
behind, electing to take in the night and think.
EGO (V.O.)
Last night I experienced something
new, an extraordinary meal from an
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.
EGO’S V.O. CONTINUES as we DISSOLVE between LINGUINI,
COLETTE, EMILE and DJANGO, and see that no one, rat or
human is able to sleep this night.
EGO (V.O., CONT’D)
In the past I have made no secret
of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s
famous motto: “Anyone Can Cook”.
But I realize only now do I truly
understand what he meant. Not
everyone can become a great artist,
but a great artist can come from
anywhere.
MONTAGE CONCLUDES with REMY staring at the Eiffel Tower as
the sky creeps into dawn.
EGO (V.O.,CONT’D)
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.
158 INT. KITCHEN - GUSTEAU’S - MORNING 158
V.O. CONTINUES as a Colette & Linguini read EGO’S REVIEW--
116.
EGO (V.O.,CONT’D)
I will be returning to Gusteau’s
soon, hungry for more.
Colette and Linguini HUG. Gathered with them in Gusteau’s
kitchen, Remy & the rat clan CHEER.
REMY (V.O.)
It was a great night. The happiest
of my life. But the only thing
predictable about life is its--
SHOT: A bored worker for the MINISTRY OF HEALTH pastes
“CLOSED” notices over the front door of GUSTEAU’S.
REMY (V.O., CONT)
-- unpredictability. We had to let
Skinner and the health inspector
loose, and of course they squealed.
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.
159 INT. A BISTRO - DAY - THE PRESENT 159
In a tiny, warmly lit room, a GROUP OF RATS (including
DJANGO & EMILE) are seated around a basket, which has been
overturned and covered with a napkin to function as a
table, listening as REMY finishes his story.
REMY
-- he’s doing very well as a small
business investor. He seems very
happy.
Seated next to Remy, a teenage rat frowns, skeptical.
TEEN RAT
How do you know?
Remy smiles and points through the small window into the
main dining room. There ANTON EGO, whose face now has color
and a few new pounds, dines happily at a prime table.
A small BELL rings. Remy glances down into the kitchen.
Colette is looking up at him, tapping her wristwatch.
REMY
(to other rats)
117.
Gotta go. Dinner rush.
He takes off, jumping into a counter-weighted BASKET made
especially for him. He’s quickly dropped into the kitchen.
160 INT. BISTRO KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 160
The BASKET with Remy drops to the counter and Remy hops
off. Colette sets down a plate of Remy’s now-famous
Ratatouille, leaving the finish to Remy.
COLETTE
You know how he likes it.
Remy nods and quickly, expertly finishes the presentation.
WE FOLLOW LINGUINI, now the Maitre ‘d, as he takes the
plate into the dining room and delivers it to Ego.
LINGUINI
Can I interest you in a dessert
this evening?
EGO
Don’t you always?
LINGUINI
Which one would you like?
Ego grins, turns toward the window in the kitchen door
where Remy is watching, and calls out--
EGO
Surprise me!
Remy signals Ego in the affirmative and goes off to create
something delicious.
CAMERA pulls away from this happy scene to reveal a BISTRO
jammed with open-minded foodies; a hip, cultured mixture of
bohemians of all ages, all there to enjoy good food and
life.
CAMERA CONTINUES out the window and we are --
161 EXT. OUTSIDE THE BISTRO - PARIS - DUSK 161
A long line of customers has formed outside, waiting to get
in. An elegant METAL SIGN comes into view, featuring a rat
wearing a CHEF’S TOQUE, along with the bistro’s name LA
Ratatouille.
118.
FADE OUT:
THE END