بخش 08

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.

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?

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!

The deadline passes in three days.

Then you can fire him whenever he ceases to be valuable and no one will ever know.

I was worried about the hair sample you gave me.

I had to send them back to the lab.

Why?

Because the first time it came back identified as rodent hair.

No, no, no.

What?

Try this. It’s better.

Well, because you.

Rat!

Disgusting little creatures.

I was reminded how fragile it all was.

How the world really saw me.

And it just kept getting better.

Remy!

Hey, hey, hey, little brother!

We were afraid you weren’t going to, you know, show up.

Hey, Remy! How you doing?

You told them?

Emile, that’s exactly what I said not to do!

But you know these guys.

They’re my friends.

I didn’t think you meant them.

Look, I’m sorry.

Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell them you’re sorry.

Is there a problem over here?

No, there is not.

Wait here.

It’s locked?

Remy, what are you doing in here?

Okay. Emile shows up with.

Okay, I said not to. I told him. He goes and blabs to.

Yeah, it’s a disaster.

Anyway, they’re hungry, the food safe is locked and I need the key.

They want you to steal food? Yes. No! It’s.

It’s complicated. It’s family. They don’t have your ideals.

Ideals? If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals, you think I’d be hawking barbecue over here?

Or microwave burritos?

Or, Tooth, I say, Tooth Pick’n Chicken?

About as French as a corn dog!

Coming soon!

We’re inventing new ways to sell out over here.

Will ye be wanting some haggis bites?

I cannot control how they use my image, Remy.

I am dead!

Shut up!

I’ve got to think! Word’s getting out.

If I can’t keep them quiet, the entire clan’s gonna be after me with their mouths open and.

Here it is.

Hey. Your will!

Oh, this is interesting. Mind if I.

Not at all.

Linguini?

Why would Linguini be filed with your will?

This used to be my office.

He’s your son?

I have a son?

How could you not know this?

I am a figment of your imagination.

You did not know, how could I?

Well, your son is the rightful owner of this restaurant!

No! No! The rat!

Sorry, chef.

The rat! It’s stolen my documents!

It’s getting away!

Hey, Mr. Chef!

You!

Get out of my office.

He’s not in your office. You are in his.

Bottoms up, Linguini!

Your rise has been meteoric, yet you have no formal training. What is the secret to your genius?

Secret?

You want the truth?

I am Gusteau’s son.

It’s in my blood I guess.

But you weren’t aware of that fact until very recently.

No.

And it resulted in your taking ownership of this restaurant.

How did you find out?

Well, some part of me just knew.

The Gusteau part?

Where do you get your inspiration?

Inspiration has many names.

Mine is named Colette.

What?

Something’s stuck in my teeth.