بخش 07

Take a good long look, Remy.

when a rat gets a little too comfortable around humans.

The world we live in belongs to the enemy.

We must live carefully.

We look out for our own kind, Remy.

When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.

No.

What?

No. Dad, I don’t believe it.

You’re telling me that the future is.

Can only be more of this?

This is the way things are.

You can’t change nature.

Change is nature, Dad.

The part that we can influence.

And it starts when we decide.

Where you going?

With luck, forward.

Hey! Yeah.

Stop it.

Good morning.

Good morning.

So, the chef, he invited you in for a drink?

That’s big.

That’s big. What did he say?

What?

What, you can’t tell me?

Forgive me for intruding on your deep, personal relationship with the chef.

Oh, I see how it is.

You get me to teach you a few kitchen tricks to dazzle the boss and then you blow past me?

Wake up. Wake up.

I thought you were different.

I thought you thought I was different.

I thought.

I didn’t have to help you!

If I looked out only for myself, I would have let you drown!

But.

I wanted you to succeed. I liked you.

My mistake.

Colette. Wait, wait. Colette!

It’s over, Little Chef.

I can’t do it anymore.

Colette! Wait, wait!

Don’t motorcycle away.

Look, I’m no good with words.

I’m no good with food either.

At least not without your help.

I hate false modesty.

It’s just another way to lie.

You have talent.

No, but I don’t! Really! It’s not me.

When I added that extra ingredient instead of following the recipe like you said, That wasn’t me either.

What do you mean?

I mean, I wouldn’t have done that.

I would’ve followed the recipe.

I would’ve followed your advice.

I would’ve followed your advice to the ends of the earth.

Because I love your advice.

But.

But I.

Don’t do it.

I have a secret. It’s sort of disturbing.

I have a.

What? You.

I have a ra.

You have a rash?

No, no, no. I have this.

This tiny little.

Little.

A tiny chef who tells me what to do.

A tiny chef?

Yes. Yes. He’s.

He’s up here.

In your brain?

Why is it so hard to talk to you?

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.

You want to know why I’m such a fast learner?

You want to know why I’m such a great cook?

Don’t laugh! I’m going to show you!

No! No!

What is it, Ambrister?

Gusteau’s.

Finally closing, is it?

No.

More financial trouble?

No, it’s.

Announced a new line of microwave egg rolls?

What? What? Spit it out.

It’s come back. It’s popular.

I haven’t reviewed Gusteau’s in years.

No, sir.

My last review condemned it- to the tourist trade.

Yes, sir.

I said, “Gusteau has finally found his rightful place in history right alongside another equally famous chef,” “Monsieur Boyardee.”

Touche.

That is where I left it.

That was my last word.

The last word.

Yes.

Then tell me, Ambrister, how could it be popular?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out.

He is Gusteau’s son.

This can’t just happen!

The whole thing is a setup!

The boy knows!

Look at him out there, pretending to be an idiot.

He’s toying with my mind like a cat with a ball of Something.

String?

Yes! Playing dumb.

Taunting me with that rat.

Rat?

Yes. He’s consorting with it.

Deliberately trying to make me think it’s important.

The rat.

Exactly!

Is the rat important?

Of course not!

He just wants me to think that it is.

Oh, I see the theatricality of it.

A rat appears on the boy’s first night, I order him to kill it.

And now he wants me to see it everywhere.

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, oh, no!

I refuse to be sucked into his little game of.

Should I be concerned about this?

About you?