Ratatouille: The TikTok Musical (2021) Movie Script
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(lively accordion music)
- Hi, I'm Emily Jacobson,
also known as @ejaccs.
In August of 2020, I posted
a 10-second video to TikTok,
a single phrase celebrating
the greatest rodent
of the 21st century,
Disney-Pixar's Remy the rat.
Over the following months,
hundreds of other composers,
designers, choreographers,
and actors posted
their own TikTok contributions to create
the first crowdsourced global musical
theater phenomenon,
"Ratatouille the Musical,"
and tonight to benefit the Actors Fund,
we'll see all these individual
ingredients whipped together.
In the midst of an
unimaginably challenging time
for our industry and our country,
together with brave arts
workers across the world,
we will celebrate creators
supporting creators.
This year alone, the Actors
Fund has given over 18 million
in emergency grants to arts
workers of all disciplines.
Your presence here
tonight deepens that work.
For more information,
visit actorsfund.org/remy.
Over the past few weeks,
literally hundreds
of artists and technicians
have been working around the clock.
The TikTok creators have worked
in tandem with Broadway professionals
to develop their already
inspired creations.
We couldn't possibly
thank everyone right now
and we hope you'll check
out our digital playbill
designed by Jess Siswick,
@siswij at ratatousical.com.
Tonight is a moment for Broadway
to look forward into 2021 and beyond.
Together, we imagine a
Broadway that celebrates
the artistic brilliance and
historic work of everyone
in our community,
especially theater workers
who are black, indigenous,
and people of color.
A Broadway that uplifts the voices
of women and queer artists,
a Broadway where even Remy,
our tiny rat with a huge
dream, has a seat at the table.
Remy, the ratatouille
The rat of all my dreams
I thank you, my ratatouille
May the world remember your name
(orchestral music)
(gentle melancholy music)
(lively upbeat music)
(mysterious music)
(gentle soaring music)
- Bonjour, bienvenue a
la French countryside.
My name is Remy,
and we're about to go
on a very big journey.
A lot's about to happen.
Honestly, I'm already exhausted,
and that's just showbiz!
Yes, before you have to
ask, I am indeed a rat.
I may not look like it, but I am.
There's a lot of places I could start.
The time my dad almost
died of rat poisoning
and I saved his life.
The time the old human lady
went tete-a-tete with my brother and me.
Quel horreur!
Yeah, the world isn't
a great place for rats.
So maybe we should start
with something a little more positive.
The man who inspired me to go
beyond what the world expects of rats,
the man who thinks anyone can be great,
the best chef in Paris.
That means the best in the world.
Chef August Gusteau.
Anyone can cook, anyone can cook
All you have to do is
look inside yourself
Anyone can cook
You could even write a book
It could sit right next
to mine there on the shelf
Don't let a soul try
To tell you how to broil or to braise
A casserole can be droll
But if you want to amaze
Try some wine, it's divine
When it's time to deglaze
'Cause anyone can have some fun
And anyone can cook
- Ah, anyone can cook.
Bon appetit.
- Watching that commercial
changed my life.
It's a simple little motto
Meow, meow
But it lit a spark in me
Meow, meow
And it led to an adventure
Meow, meow
At a restaurant in Paris
Meow, meow
Steering a cook
Ooh
To boil a pot
Ooh
Not that I'm trying to spoil the plot
Not Remy, not Remy the rat
If you're looking
Meow, meow
For a one-rat show
Meow, meow
Well, this will not be it
Meow, meow
My tale is pro rata
Meow, meow
So the billing will be split
Meow, meow
Presenting this ensemble at my side
The characters you'll
meet along a wild ride
Here we have Linguini
He's a cook without a clue
Likes fiery Colette
Will help him learn a thing or two
Uh-huh, ooh
Chef Skinner is a sneak
And Ego writes critique
Oh
Let's get to the rest
I love my goofy brother
Meow, meow
But Emile is not a foodie
Meow, meow
And when I mention cooking
Meow, meow
It just makes
Meow, meow
My father moody
Meow, meow
But all I needed to change the world
Was a chance to cook
To dance
(bright lively music)
Ratical songs for ratical rats
Ratical songs for ratical rats
(bright gentle music)
So you see, my story's
about working together
Following your dreams
and letting the little guy talk or sing.
My dream might be a bit large for a rat,
but I think I can do it, I think.
No, I know.
Chef Gusteau said it himself!
Ah, ah
Anyone can cook
Anyone can cook, you can do it
All you have to do is try
Anyone can cook
Food will come to those who cook
If you will it, you can grill it
Boiled or fried
If you believe in yourself
There's not a thing you can't do
Put some stock in your future
And then sell that stew
Coq-au-vin in the pan
Try some wine, it's divine
Put your game to the flame
Because anyone can have some fun
And anyone can cook
Oh, oh, trash!
Trash, trash, trash! And it stinks!
Oh, wait. (sniffles)
Is that? (sniffles)
Nutella? (sniffles) Or Grey Poupon?
- (grunts) You can smell all of that?
- My brother Emile is easily impressed
by my olfactory rat genius.
- So you can smell ingredients. So what?
- My father is not, he never is.
But he's the leader of our rat pack
and he makes us steal
food from the humans.
- Uh, excusez-moi,
It is not stealing if no one wants it.
- The food you eat is trash.
If the humans don't want
it, why are we stealing it?
I know it's cliche, but
if you are what you eat,
I only want the good stuff.
- Remy, food is your fuel.
Taste has nothing to do with it.
- If we're gonna be thieves,
why don't we steal the gourmet
offerings in the kitchen?
- We are not thieves.
And you need to stay out of the kitchen
and away from those humans.
Remy, sit down, Emile, you
too, and listen to daddy.
(gentle music)
Humans have made many great things,
but they've also destroyed more
than I can count on my two paws.
Rats don't destroy.
We build with what we've got.
If we protect our families
and we're resourceful,
we make treasure out of
whatever's right there in front of us.
(gentle waltz music)
Don't waste your whiskers on dreaming
Try to see life as I do
Taking the smell of it steaming
This wonderful dump
here in front of you
Trash is our treasure
It's all that we need
Why ask for better
when we're comfortably
Finding the good in the garbage
The gold in the gruel
One human's trash is
another rat's fuel
And you there, young Remy
Are yet to find out
That that's what the
life of a rat's all about
Even I won't deny your ambition
Your powerful snout is your drive
So listen to my proposition
Use that sensitive snooter
To keep us alive
Trash is our nature
It's all that we want
Take it from me, I'm your confidante
Finding the piece de resistance
Among the cess pits
I don't understand who
could want more than this
How free you will feel
When you finally find out
That that's what the
life of a rat's all about
Garbage? I got garbage.
Uh-huh, look at this. Musical instrument.
(strings twanging)
Soup ladle, huh?
Hanger, back scratcher, boomerang.
Sandal, fly swatter.
Ah, (sniffs)
Mm, 2020.
Bad year.
Oh, Remy.
(gentle music)
So keep your nose up and tread lightly
We don't wanna be caught unawares
We take what is ours when we want it
It's not stealing if
nobody knows you're there
(man chuckles)
Trash is our birthright
It's all that we own
Why be downhearted
when we're better off
Finding the good in the garbage
The ripe in the rot
The decaying garnish
is our cherry on top
There's no chance for failure
There's no room for doubt
And that's what the life of a rat's
(man laughs)
That's what the life of a rat's
That's what the life
of a rat's all about
Rent! I mean Rat!
tatouille.
- So yeah, back to the little rat couture
who started it all.
My dad made me poison control
and told me that humans suck,
but there's still something
about them that makes me smile.
They imagine, they create,
they make new paths
when the old ones are shut down.
Like that old lady over there.
Even when she tries to exterminate us,
she does it with such creativity.
Ooh. What's that?
Oh, I know exactly what this needs.
Saffron. A little saffron would make this.
(lips smack)
It's in the kitchen!
Saffron. Saffron.
- Hmm.
- Saffron, saffron, saffron.
- It's not, it's not good.
(old lady snores)
Don't like it, I,
she's gonna wake up.
(old lady snorts)
Santa Maria
Santa Maria
Catch that rodent
Catch that rodent
Pretty, pretty please
- (grunts) Saffron, saffron, saffron,
saffron, where's the saffron?
(gasps) L'Aquila saffron, Italian.
Gusteau says it's excellent.
Good thing the old lady has two loves:
show tunes and fancy spices.
(Remy sniffs)
(light buzzes)
It's Gusteau.
- Gusteau's restaurant lost two
of its five stars after a scathing review
by France's top food critic, Anton Ego.
It was a severe blow to Gusteau
and the great chef died shortly afterward.
- Gusteau is dead?
(TV clicks)
- Is that a rat?
Kiss your friends goodbye
The short one and the fat one
I'll cut off their tails today
And you won't forget
(lively jazz music)
What I did to them
And I'll do to you
- The old lady's trying to kill us!
We have to escape!
(lively jazz music)
(Emile squeaking)
- Emile!
- Remy!
Come on, follow me!
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
- I'm trying!
- Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Hurry, hurry! (yells)
- Ha! I knew I smelled a rat.
(dramatic music)
(Remy yells)
- Emile?
Dad?
Anyone?
Ugh! (sniffs)
Okay, so you know my
amazing sense of smell?
Really helpful in the kitchen.
Really stinks in the sewer.
I barely escaped the kiss of
death from that dancing woman.
And I'm floating in a sea of human wastes.
And I haven't eaten in 15 minutes.
I'm starving.
- If you are hungry, go
up and look around, Remy.
Why would you moan?
- Don't tone-police me.
I'm in a dark place.
I just lost my entire family
and all my friends, probably forever.
Wait, Gusteau? Am I really talking to you?
- In a way. I am a ghost
and a storytelling device.
Don't think too hard about it.
Remy, if you focus on
what you left behind,
you will never be able
to see what lies ahead.
Now go up, get out of this
sewer, and look around.
(magical chiming)
- Paris?
All this time I've been underneath Paris?
It's beautiful.
- Ah, simple. Dig deeper.
(sign dings)
- Gusteau's?
Your restaurant?
You led me to your restaurant?
(Remy chuckles)
I looked down and saw
a real gourmet kitchen.
There were real human chefs down there.
There was Linguini, the new
waiter who had no idea how
to cook and his scary boss, Chef Skinner,
then the savvy cook, Colette,
a whole cast of culinary characters.
All of this time, I thought I was a rat
in a sewer, but I was wrong.
I was a rat in Paris!
(gentle music)
Am I really at Gusteau's
Can it actually be
I was looking for a sign
Got a 20-foot marquee
I've been dreaming of a life
Where I'm not just getting by
So now that I'm here
I'm aiming high
I'll boil and broil and fry
Till my name's a-running the sky
Paris, I hope you're ready
For Remy's haute cuisine
With service and presentation
Like no one's ever seen
This epicure in miniature
Will set your hearts aflame
And the world will remember my name
Linguini knocked over
Skinner's gourmet soup
and ruined everything.
He tried to fix it, but
Linguini was a terrible cook.
- Go down there and fix it!
- So I did.
Hear the clang of copper pots
Take a whiff of that
(singing in french)
See the final sprig of tarragon
That makes the meat ta-da
This is where I'm meant to be
This is what I must pursue
So I won't let a narrow-minded view
Determine what vermin can do
Look out 'cause this
rat's coming through
Oh, Paris, I hope you're ready
For Remy's restaurant
With style and innovation
That's truly (speaking french)
This rodentine nouveau cuisine
Is gonna change the game
And the world will remember my name
I'll wow all my guests
With the dishes I'm trying
Not writing the roux
Merely ratifying
The mainline reaction
To flavor extractions
I'll prove what I knew all along
I can be special
A rat can be special
My family was wrong
Paris, I hope you're ready
For Remy on the rise
With passion and perseverance
Surprising for his size
This gastronome is finally home
And ready to proclaim
(music crescendos)
That the world will remember
My name
The sad thing is,
I was counting my chickens
before they hatched.
'Cause the next thing I
knew Linguini came over
to the stove and caught me sitting
on the edge of the copper pot of soup.
- A rat? Did you touch the soup?
You poisoned it!
- Soup! Where is that soup?
- And then Skinner came in and
caught Linguini at the stove,
a major faux pas in the cutthroat world
of haute couture, I mean haute cuisine.
What can I say? Fashion
is my second passion.
- Stop, stop! Stop cooking.
You are cooking in my kitchen.
J'accuse, who do you
think you are? Get out!
- And just as Skinner
was screaming on and on
and on and on, another
waiter came and took the soup
from the kitchen and served
it anyways. (chuckles)
Linguini tried to stop
it, but it was too late.
Now secretly I was thrilled.
A real Parisian getting a
bite of my tiny rat soup.
A few seconds later,
Colette ran to the kitchen.
- The customer wants to speak to the chef.
- F-I-R-E-D. Dead.
- It's not just another customer.
It's a critic, a second string critic,
but still a critic.
Elizabeth Tagliatelle. She loved it.
- She what?
- The French critic loved my soup.
- You're still fired.
- No. Tagliatelle loved it.
Well, how can we claim to
represent the name of Gusteau
if we don't uphold his
most cherished belief?
- What belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou?
- Anyone can cook.
- Oof, you are either very
lucky or very unlucky.
You will make this soup again
and this time, I'll be paying attention.
Very close attention.
They think you might be a cook,
but you know what I think, Linguini?
I think you are a sneaky,
overreaching, little,
Rat!
(Colette screams)
- The skinny boy scooped
me up and stared me down.
I was praying my novenas
and mourning for my life.
Why didn't I just have
the shark lady kill me
with her choreography in the first scene?
At least then I'd have a rat funeral.
- Hey, little buddy.
I can't cook, can I?
But you can, right?
Don't be so modest. Your
a rat, for Pete's sake.
Whatever you did, they liked it.
Do you think you could
teach me to do it again?
(gentle music)
Anyone can cook
Isn't that what Gusteau said
Just take a look, it's
the name of his book
Those three words that everyone's read
There it is!
Anyone can cook
This I guarantee
And though I can't cook yet
I can do it with you helping me
Come on, little chef,
I know it sounds crazy!
Maybe it is crazy, but I
really think you and me,
we could make a serious team together.
Here, just, just hide in my hat.
Oh, I know you might get
a little claustrophobic,
but I'll take care of you.
You'll always be looking over me.
Stranger things have happened
There's a miracle somewhere every day
You could make one happen
Come on, little chef,
you know what they say
Anyone can cook
If they have the perfect guide
But in this case
We also have to find a place
For that tiny guide to hide
But still, hey!
Anyone can cook
This I guarantee
And though I can't cook yet
I'd take a bet
That I can cook
With you helping me
With you helping me
With you helping me
- The next morning, we
roll up to the kitchen,
just a normal human man
and a rat chef in a chef's hat. (chuckles)
I know it sounds weird, but hey,
he had to hide me somewhere.
- Though I, like many other critics,
had written off Gusteau's as irrelevant
since the great chef's death,
the soup was a rvlation,
a spicy yet subtle taste experience.
- Tagliatelle?
- Oui, oui, oui, oui.
Against all odds, Gusteau's
has recaptured our attention.
Only time will tell if they deserve it.
- Bonjour, Linguini. Welcome to hell.
- Colette
- Oui?
- will be responsible for teaching you
- how we do things here.
- Monsieur.
- Good luck! And don't
duck a l'orange it up.
- Uh, listen, I just want
you to know how honored I am
to be studying-
- No! You listen.
I just want you to know exactly
who you are dealing with.
How many women-
- Uh, well, I.
- Do you see in this kitchen?
No? No?
- Um.
- Une, 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?
Excellence, talent,
and I'm good with knives.
(lively upbeat music)
You think cooking is a cute job, huh?
Like Mommy in the kitchen.
Well, Mommy never had
to face a dinner rush
when orders come flooding in
and every dish is different
and none are simple and all
have different cooking times
and must arrive at the customer's table
at exactly the same time, hot and perfect!
Every second counts,
and you cannot be mommy.
Do you understand?
- Not particularly.
- Mon dieu. You are such a stupid boy.
- Okay.
- Listen to me.
If you want to make it in the kitchen
- Yes, ma'am.
You can't just flail your arms around
- Right, got it.
Mon petite, time to focus.
- Okay.
Stop and listen
- Will do.
'cause there's a million
things you have to know about
'cause you know the customer
is who we think about
so every decision we make is based on
how they want to feel today.
- Which is what?
- Good?
Right. So I think you
know what we have to do.
Step one.
Make sure your station
is prepped and cleaned
We don't want dirty
pots or dirty dishes
Clean the counter, wash your surface,
Make sure the ingredients
are all laid out in front of you
You know what you're making
which is why you need the recipe
Preheat your oven, set your timer,
Turn the lights on, make your meal,
But make it quickly
So once they get their food
They didn't have to wait an hour
And then clean your
station once you're done
And prep it for another one
And mince your garlic thinly
Don't complain about anything
And don't you dare forget
to wash your tiny hands.
- Did you get that?
- I think so.
- C'est bon.
(mellow instrumental music)
- I don't know if I can keep
up with her, little rat chef,
can you help me?
Okay, but promise you will
do what she says, capiche?
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not part of the deal.
- I, (exhales)
- What are you doing?
- I don't know!
- Stop that!
- I'm sorry! I don't know what I'm doing.
- Do as I tell you!
- Stop it, I can't control myself.
- You are such a pain in the butt.
- Knock. It. Off.
- Let me do what I have to do.
- I, I'm sorry. I can't explain it.
'cause you know the customer
is who we think about
so every decision we make is based on
how they want to feel today.
I will not deal with this today 'cause
Cleanliness and manners
People like, don't have a temper
Make it speedy, make it faster
Perfect years and perfect dinners are
All on you
Ooh, obsessed with her.
And I wasn't the only one.
Now, there was so much that happened
from that day with Colette in the kitchen.
I finally taught Linguine how to cook
like a real French Chef,
tug his hair here, tug
him with hair there,
and you got to bang it out.
At first, Linguine didn't trust me.
Pretty soon, we were two peas in a pod.
Or a man and a rat under his hat.
It's like puppetry, or cooking,
or mind control, or you pick.
In just a few days our soup
became a singular sensation.
Everyone in Paris was
coming to taste my bisque.
I was an artist in gay Paris,
tres avant garde,
reaching new heights of
gastronomical success.
One step closer to a restaurant
with my rat face on it.
- Take a load off little chef.
You need a break,
and so do my follicles.
- Oh, this is heaven.
A dank alleyway, a brick of cheese.
I just wish, trigger
warning vulnerability,
that my family was here
to share it all with me.
- Remy! (scoffs)
I can't believe it! You're alive!
(man laughs)
- Oh, we've been looking
for you everywhere!
(man laughs)
I knew you'd be in Paris.
I knew it!
- It's so good to have you back son!
- Man, oh man,
I have so much to tell you guys!
First of all, I'm a chef.
- No.
- First of all, you're not a chef.
You're a rat.
- Remy. If you're a big fancy chef,
in a big fancy restaurant,
in the middle if the
fanciest city in the world,
um, could you do us a solid?
- What do you want?
- Um? Scraps?
From your kitchen?
Just the stuff you're throwing out,
it's not a big ask.
- Emile, your brother's
starting to talk like a human.
- Who are not as bad as they say.
- Remy, look, you're my brother.
I love you.
But you got to stop living in the clouds.
Just come back down to reality,
and enjoying the sweet things in life.
Five day old pizza slices,
crusted at the bottom of the trash can.
Sewers so dank that you can't
even see your next step.
Ooh ooh, bacon?
The mayo off a soggy candy bar
- two days after Christmas?
- Yes.
- I mean what do they got that we don't?
We're your family. Rats.
The greatest.
(man laughs)
See it's the rat's life
for us, little Remy,
We don't cook food,
Let alone where we don't go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
We feast where the grime and
the fungus and bacteria grow.
Grab a menu and follow me
There's a whole buffet
that I'd like you to see
So Remy, don't look so gloomy
This is a duty to grow
The rat's way of life
is the way to go.
- I found an apple core!
- I found a piece of bread!
- I found a bandaid?
- Strike what that last guy said,
the point is,
Remy, whatever you'd like to eat.
It's in a pile of junk
sitting right at your feet.
The rat's way of life, the way to go.
Yeah, yeah.
Emile. What you don't
understand is anyone can cook.
Chef Gusteau said it on TV.
We have everything we need.
Just take a look and you will see
Yes you will see
It's the rat's life
for us, little Remy.
We don't cook food,
Let alone in people's homes.
It's deep inside,
Super heavy the urge to
cook is rattling my bones.
Grab some bread crust
and grab some grass,
- It can be used as a garnish.
- I don't need any more sass.
Remy, just listen to me
and watch the magic grow.
The rat's way of life
Oh, the way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
That's life for us, little Remy,
We eat the trash, that's all we need,
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
We don't cook food,
Let alone where we don't go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
We feast where the grime and
the fungus and bacteria grow
Grab a menu and follow me,
There's a whole buffet
that I'd like you to see
So Remy, don't look so gloomy
This is your duty to grow
Rat's way of life
Rat's way of life
The rat's way of life
The rat's way of life
The rat's way of life, the way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
The way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
The way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
Yeah!
(man breathing loudly)
- Say what you want about rats,
but we sure know how to
sell a musical number.
Just the right amount of cheese.
I was happy to be back
with my bro and dad,
but I just couldn't deal with that diet.
So, I snuck Emile and my few pals
back into the restaurant.
Look, if a few loaves of bread go missing
and some Jarlsberg, who's
going to really notice?
Back to the skinny pasta man.
Thanks to our new partnership,
Linguini became the new
hot chef in all of Paris.
Yeah, everyone was
talking about Liguini's,
(man coughs) My bisque, and Linguini's
(man coughs) My sweetbread, and Linguini's
(man coughs) My bolognese.
Hey, look, Colette would make a suggestion
and Linguini, well, I,
would have other thoughts.
Anyway.
It seemed like Colette
was feeling some chemistry
that wasn't exactly culinary.
- Linguini. I didn't have to help you.
If I only looked out for myself,
I could've let you fail,
but I wanted you to succeed.
I liked you.
I like you.
- 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, it's not me.
- What do you mean?
(record scratches)
- Blah, blah, blah.
Linguine told Colette about me,
the rat in the hat,
Blah, blah, blah.
The humans fell in love, big
shocker there, blah, blah.
And just when I started to realize
Linguini didn't exactly seem
like he needed me anymore,
A major bombshell broke in the press.
Linguini was Gusteau's bb l'amour.
His secret love child.
Gusteau, my guy!
The real skinny is some
intrepid food reporter
was curious about the talent
behind this new bisque
taking Paris by storm.
So, she tracked down
Linguini's family in
Nantes and discovered,
You get it.
- [Crowd] Linguini!
Linguini! Linguini! Linguini!
- Uh.
Uh.
- Buongiorno. I'm
Bethany Joanna Germanotta
reporting from an Italian Internazionale,
did your old lady ever tell
you about her secret affair?
- Uh, My mother died when I was a child.
Oh, uh.
- Mr. Linguine, this
is Monsieur 2 4 6 0 1,
reporting from Fresh Baguette Monthly,
for once and for all,
is there any truth to the rumor
that you're knocking out Chef Skinner
and taking over as chief
chef and Gusteau's?
- What?
- What? Collusion?
(man groans)
- Turns out it was true.
Gusteau gave his restaurant to
his next of kin in his will,
so now that Linguini's true
parentage had been revealed,
there was a new head chef in town,
and Skinner was out.
- Quelle bon surprise!
Anton Ego is dining in your
restaurant aujourd'hui,
which means today.
10 years ago, he had said
that your restaurant was a tourist trap
meant for dogs with no tongues.
How are you going to change his mind?
- Wh, well, uh, (laughs), um.
- Linguini. (Speaking French)
Tell me now, what is your secret?
- Oh my paprika.
Is it my time to shine in the spotlight?
I didn't prepare a speech.
- Uh, uh.
(cameras clicking)
Colette. She taught me everything I know.
- Did I plan on yanking his hair? No.
Did I mean to yank his hair? Maybe.
Did I yank his hair? Yes.
And did I yank it again? Yes.
And yank it until he left
the press conference,
so I can give him a piece of my mind?
You bet I did.
Listen up, let me tell you a stor--
- Enough.
Hey, your opinion isn't the
only one that matters here,
Colette knows how to cook too, you know.
You take a break little chef, okay?
I'm not your little puppet,
and you're not my puppet
controlling guy, okay?
You need to cool off and get
your mind right, little chef.
Ego is coming and I need to focus.
(man sighs)
(mellow jazz music)
- The rat is the cook?
Well, it looks like
it's the judgment day
The boy has so much to explain
Conspiring with a rodent
Can you imagine that
Well it seems as thought this parasite
Is feeding people's appetite
His cooking
And I testify, I knew I smelled a rat
Oho, Linguini. I've got you now.
You may have got your restaurant,
But soon it's going down
Oh he deceived me
Well c'est la vie, I'll give him that
But my intuition's never wrong
I knew I smelled a rat
- Oh, this is great son. And inside job.
- Wow. It's so shiny in here.
- Emile.
- I see the appeal.
- How many friends did you bring?
- Yeah I, I'm sorry
about all the rats, Remy.
- I tried to limit them, but,
- No, it's okay.
- You guys hungry? Dinner's on me. Just,
- Chef? Little chef?
Hey, little chef, listen
I feel really terrible
about what I said earlier,
and I wanted to, you know, apologize.
Listen, I just don't want
to disappoint anybody,
because I've never
disappointed anybody before,
because no, nobody's ever
expected anything of me before.
The only reason they do now
is, well, because of you.
What? Are you stealing food?
How could you? I thought you
were my friend, I trusted you.
Get out!
And don't come back,
or I'll treat you the way restaurants
are supposed to treat pests.
Oh Linguini, you'll rue the day
I could have been a millionaire
But you got in the way
Well who'd have thought your facade
was working underneath your hat
You have no talent of your own,
I knew I smelled a rat
Dance break
(upbeat jazz music)
(shoes clicking)
Well Linguini,
You'll rue the day
I could have been a millionaire
And you got in the way
But who'd have thought your facade
was working underneath your hat
I clearly knew it all along
They think your great
I'll prove them wrong
Look out Linguini,
Skinner's where it's at
I knew I smelled it
I knew I smelled it
I knew I smelled, I knew I smelled
I knew I smelled a rat
My intuition's never wrong
I knew I smelled a rat
(man laughs)
- That's it. I going to
the health inspector.
- Not so fast!
(rats hissing and squeaking)
- Emile and his gang tied up Skinner
and threw him into the freezer.
I returned to the kitchen to find Linguini
in a mess on the ground.
I guess he told everyone about me,
and the rest of the chefs quit in horror,
which is rude,
but no time to waste.
Anton Ego is in the restaurant today.
My whole artistic and culinary career
has led to this moment.
If the gatekeeper of the
critical establishment
hates it je suis finie.
Ouai! Me!
- We're not cooks, but we're family.
Tell us what to do,
and we'll get it done.
- All right, team three will be,
All right, team three
will be handling the fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Time five, grill. Team six, sauces.
Get to your stations.
Let's go, go, go, go.
- Are we ready to go, little chef?
- Allons-y, allons-y.
- Ready as we'll ever be.
- Do you know what I'm
craving? Perspective.
(somber waltz music)
Does the chef know what that is?
Perspective?
And a glass of red vintage.
Tell him he's got just one good shot,
to hit me with his best,
yes it's test, I'll do the rest!
Don't be a pest.
Ratatouille is served
to peasants and the like
Ratatouille, do I dare
humor it with a bite?
When I review food abroad
They look at me with dread
no need to seal the coffin,
For this restaurant is dead.
Ratatouille, I never
stuttered or misspoke.
Ratatouille, is this some
kind of twisted joke?
I asked him for his best,
Is this some sort of test?
The chef misunderstood
Oh, this ratatouille
It's good.
Mama, I've fallen from up on my bike
Something smells good, is
it that dish that I like
Mama I love you and you love me too
How do I know
You tell me with your food
- Young man, I must give
my compliments to the chef.
- Linguine told him he had to wait.
Hours passed, and then
trembling in their boots,
Linguini and Colette
brought Ego in to meet me.
- Thank you for the meal.
- And when the story was done,
he thanked us for his meal
and left without a word.
- The bitter truth that
we critics must face
is that the average piece of junk
is probably more meaningful
than our criticism designates it so.
But the world can often
be unkind to new talent,
new creations, the new needs friends.
Last night, I experienced something new,
an extraordinary meal from a
singularly unexpected source.
I now know not anyone can cook,
but a great cook can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine
more humble origins
than the genius who is
now cooking at Gusteau's,
who is in this critic's opinion,
no less than the finest chef in France.
- It was a great night.
The happiest of my life.
But the only thing predictable about life
is its unpredictability.
Skinner told a health inspector,
and then the world about my identity.
Food didn't matter, once it got out that
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.
He's doing very well as
a new business investor
in uh, my new restaurant!
I mean, our new restaurant!
No rat's life for you, little Remy
You showed us all that
a rat's not just a rat
It's true, for you, little Remy
You've shown us all that
there's so much more than that
Grab a menu and follow me,
There's a whole new
restaurant I want you to see
(orchestra swells)
(triumphant orchestral music)
Gusteau was right, we
prove it every night
That anyone can cook
- But, one last thing.
But no one can cook alone
Anyone can cook
Remy
Anyone can cook
Remy
Anyone can cook
Remy
Remy, the ratatouille,
The rat of all my dreams
We praise you, your ratatouille
You'll always reign supreme
Because of you we guarantee
That we won't be the same
Oh Remy, the ratatouille,
May the world remember your name
(man gasping)
(upbeat music)
Go go Remy, Go go Remy,
Go go Remy,
TikTok, here we go
That's life for us, little Remy,
Your talent shows, we know
in the kitchen you shine
That's life for us, little Remy,
Your meal knocks the socks
off the customers every time
Trashes are treasure
It's all that we need
But you ask for better
Than comfortably finding
the good in the garbage
The gold in the gruel
Now one person's trash
is another rat's fuel
You know the customer
Is who we think about
So every decision that
we make is based on
How they want to feel today
Which is what?
- Good?
Right, so I think you
know what we have to do
Anyone can cook
If they have the perfect guide
And though I couldn't cook yet
I took a bet now I can cook
With you by my side
Your facade was working
Underneath your hat
You have no talent of your own
I knew I smelled a rat
Anyone can cook, Anyone can cook,
all you've gotta do is
look inside yourself
Anyone can cook,
You could even write a book,
It could sit right next to
mine there on that shelf
If you believe in yourself
There's not a think you can't do
Put some stock in your future
and then simmer that stew
Coq-au-vin in the pan
try some wine, it's divine
Put your game to the flame
Because anyone can have some fun and
Anyone can cook
This small gourmet who found his way
Is ready to proclaim
That the world will remember
- I didn't like this musical.
I loved it.
His name
Remy the ratatouille
(upbeat orchestral music)
- That was a lot.
(mellow orchestral music)
(lively accordion music)
- Hi, I'm Emily Jacobson,
also known as @ejaccs.
In August of 2020, I posted
a 10-second video to TikTok,
a single phrase celebrating
the greatest rodent
of the 21st century,
Disney-Pixar's Remy the rat.
Over the following months,
hundreds of other composers,
designers, choreographers,
and actors posted
their own TikTok contributions to create
the first crowdsourced global musical
theater phenomenon,
"Ratatouille the Musical,"
and tonight to benefit the Actors Fund,
we'll see all these individual
ingredients whipped together.
In the midst of an
unimaginably challenging time
for our industry and our country,
together with brave arts
workers across the world,
we will celebrate creators
supporting creators.
This year alone, the Actors
Fund has given over 18 million
in emergency grants to arts
workers of all disciplines.
Your presence here
tonight deepens that work.
For more information,
visit actorsfund.org/remy.
Over the past few weeks,
literally hundreds
of artists and technicians
have been working around the clock.
The TikTok creators have worked
in tandem with Broadway professionals
to develop their already
inspired creations.
We couldn't possibly
thank everyone right now
and we hope you'll check
out our digital playbill
designed by Jess Siswick,
@siswij at ratatousical.com.
Tonight is a moment for Broadway
to look forward into 2021 and beyond.
Together, we imagine a
Broadway that celebrates
the artistic brilliance and
historic work of everyone
in our community,
especially theater workers
who are black, indigenous,
and people of color.
A Broadway that uplifts the voices
of women and queer artists,
a Broadway where even Remy,
our tiny rat with a huge
dream, has a seat at the table.
Remy, the ratatouille
The rat of all my dreams
I thank you, my ratatouille
May the world remember your name
(orchestral music)
(gentle melancholy music)
(lively upbeat music)
(mysterious music)
(gentle soaring music)
- Bonjour, bienvenue a
la French countryside.
My name is Remy,
and we're about to go
on a very big journey.
A lot's about to happen.
Honestly, I'm already exhausted,
and that's just showbiz!
Yes, before you have to
ask, I am indeed a rat.
I may not look like it, but I am.
There's a lot of places I could start.
The time my dad almost
died of rat poisoning
and I saved his life.
The time the old human lady
went tete-a-tete with my brother and me.
Quel horreur!
Yeah, the world isn't
a great place for rats.
So maybe we should start
with something a little more positive.
The man who inspired me to go
beyond what the world expects of rats,
the man who thinks anyone can be great,
the best chef in Paris.
That means the best in the world.
Chef August Gusteau.
Anyone can cook, anyone can cook
All you have to do is
look inside yourself
Anyone can cook
You could even write a book
It could sit right next
to mine there on the shelf
Don't let a soul try
To tell you how to broil or to braise
A casserole can be droll
But if you want to amaze
Try some wine, it's divine
When it's time to deglaze
'Cause anyone can have some fun
And anyone can cook
- Ah, anyone can cook.
Bon appetit.
- Watching that commercial
changed my life.
It's a simple little motto
Meow, meow
But it lit a spark in me
Meow, meow
And it led to an adventure
Meow, meow
At a restaurant in Paris
Meow, meow
Steering a cook
Ooh
To boil a pot
Ooh
Not that I'm trying to spoil the plot
Not Remy, not Remy the rat
If you're looking
Meow, meow
For a one-rat show
Meow, meow
Well, this will not be it
Meow, meow
My tale is pro rata
Meow, meow
So the billing will be split
Meow, meow
Presenting this ensemble at my side
The characters you'll
meet along a wild ride
Here we have Linguini
He's a cook without a clue
Likes fiery Colette
Will help him learn a thing or two
Uh-huh, ooh
Chef Skinner is a sneak
And Ego writes critique
Oh
Let's get to the rest
I love my goofy brother
Meow, meow
But Emile is not a foodie
Meow, meow
And when I mention cooking
Meow, meow
It just makes
Meow, meow
My father moody
Meow, meow
But all I needed to change the world
Was a chance to cook
To dance
(bright lively music)
Ratical songs for ratical rats
Ratical songs for ratical rats
(bright gentle music)
So you see, my story's
about working together
Following your dreams
and letting the little guy talk or sing.
My dream might be a bit large for a rat,
but I think I can do it, I think.
No, I know.
Chef Gusteau said it himself!
Ah, ah
Anyone can cook
Anyone can cook, you can do it
All you have to do is try
Anyone can cook
Food will come to those who cook
If you will it, you can grill it
Boiled or fried
If you believe in yourself
There's not a thing you can't do
Put some stock in your future
And then sell that stew
Coq-au-vin in the pan
Try some wine, it's divine
Put your game to the flame
Because anyone can have some fun
And anyone can cook
Oh, oh, trash!
Trash, trash, trash! And it stinks!
Oh, wait. (sniffles)
Is that? (sniffles)
Nutella? (sniffles) Or Grey Poupon?
- (grunts) You can smell all of that?
- My brother Emile is easily impressed
by my olfactory rat genius.
- So you can smell ingredients. So what?
- My father is not, he never is.
But he's the leader of our rat pack
and he makes us steal
food from the humans.
- Uh, excusez-moi,
It is not stealing if no one wants it.
- The food you eat is trash.
If the humans don't want
it, why are we stealing it?
I know it's cliche, but
if you are what you eat,
I only want the good stuff.
- Remy, food is your fuel.
Taste has nothing to do with it.
- If we're gonna be thieves,
why don't we steal the gourmet
offerings in the kitchen?
- We are not thieves.
And you need to stay out of the kitchen
and away from those humans.
Remy, sit down, Emile, you
too, and listen to daddy.
(gentle music)
Humans have made many great things,
but they've also destroyed more
than I can count on my two paws.
Rats don't destroy.
We build with what we've got.
If we protect our families
and we're resourceful,
we make treasure out of
whatever's right there in front of us.
(gentle waltz music)
Don't waste your whiskers on dreaming
Try to see life as I do
Taking the smell of it steaming
This wonderful dump
here in front of you
Trash is our treasure
It's all that we need
Why ask for better
when we're comfortably
Finding the good in the garbage
The gold in the gruel
One human's trash is
another rat's fuel
And you there, young Remy
Are yet to find out
That that's what the
life of a rat's all about
Even I won't deny your ambition
Your powerful snout is your drive
So listen to my proposition
Use that sensitive snooter
To keep us alive
Trash is our nature
It's all that we want
Take it from me, I'm your confidante
Finding the piece de resistance
Among the cess pits
I don't understand who
could want more than this
How free you will feel
When you finally find out
That that's what the
life of a rat's all about
Garbage? I got garbage.
Uh-huh, look at this. Musical instrument.
(strings twanging)
Soup ladle, huh?
Hanger, back scratcher, boomerang.
Sandal, fly swatter.
Ah, (sniffs)
Mm, 2020.
Bad year.
Oh, Remy.
(gentle music)
So keep your nose up and tread lightly
We don't wanna be caught unawares
We take what is ours when we want it
It's not stealing if
nobody knows you're there
(man chuckles)
Trash is our birthright
It's all that we own
Why be downhearted
when we're better off
Finding the good in the garbage
The ripe in the rot
The decaying garnish
is our cherry on top
There's no chance for failure
There's no room for doubt
And that's what the life of a rat's
(man laughs)
That's what the life of a rat's
That's what the life
of a rat's all about
Rent! I mean Rat!
tatouille.
- So yeah, back to the little rat couture
who started it all.
My dad made me poison control
and told me that humans suck,
but there's still something
about them that makes me smile.
They imagine, they create,
they make new paths
when the old ones are shut down.
Like that old lady over there.
Even when she tries to exterminate us,
she does it with such creativity.
Ooh. What's that?
Oh, I know exactly what this needs.
Saffron. A little saffron would make this.
(lips smack)
It's in the kitchen!
Saffron. Saffron.
- Hmm.
- Saffron, saffron, saffron.
- It's not, it's not good.
(old lady snores)
Don't like it, I,
she's gonna wake up.
(old lady snorts)
Santa Maria
Santa Maria
Catch that rodent
Catch that rodent
Pretty, pretty please
- (grunts) Saffron, saffron, saffron,
saffron, where's the saffron?
(gasps) L'Aquila saffron, Italian.
Gusteau says it's excellent.
Good thing the old lady has two loves:
show tunes and fancy spices.
(Remy sniffs)
(light buzzes)
It's Gusteau.
- Gusteau's restaurant lost two
of its five stars after a scathing review
by France's top food critic, Anton Ego.
It was a severe blow to Gusteau
and the great chef died shortly afterward.
- Gusteau is dead?
(TV clicks)
- Is that a rat?
Kiss your friends goodbye
The short one and the fat one
I'll cut off their tails today
And you won't forget
(lively jazz music)
What I did to them
And I'll do to you
- The old lady's trying to kill us!
We have to escape!
(lively jazz music)
(Emile squeaking)
- Emile!
- Remy!
Come on, follow me!
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
- I'm trying!
- Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Hurry, hurry! (yells)
- Ha! I knew I smelled a rat.
(dramatic music)
(Remy yells)
- Emile?
Dad?
Anyone?
Ugh! (sniffs)
Okay, so you know my
amazing sense of smell?
Really helpful in the kitchen.
Really stinks in the sewer.
I barely escaped the kiss of
death from that dancing woman.
And I'm floating in a sea of human wastes.
And I haven't eaten in 15 minutes.
I'm starving.
- If you are hungry, go
up and look around, Remy.
Why would you moan?
- Don't tone-police me.
I'm in a dark place.
I just lost my entire family
and all my friends, probably forever.
Wait, Gusteau? Am I really talking to you?
- In a way. I am a ghost
and a storytelling device.
Don't think too hard about it.
Remy, if you focus on
what you left behind,
you will never be able
to see what lies ahead.
Now go up, get out of this
sewer, and look around.
(magical chiming)
- Paris?
All this time I've been underneath Paris?
It's beautiful.
- Ah, simple. Dig deeper.
(sign dings)
- Gusteau's?
Your restaurant?
You led me to your restaurant?
(Remy chuckles)
I looked down and saw
a real gourmet kitchen.
There were real human chefs down there.
There was Linguini, the new
waiter who had no idea how
to cook and his scary boss, Chef Skinner,
then the savvy cook, Colette,
a whole cast of culinary characters.
All of this time, I thought I was a rat
in a sewer, but I was wrong.
I was a rat in Paris!
(gentle music)
Am I really at Gusteau's
Can it actually be
I was looking for a sign
Got a 20-foot marquee
I've been dreaming of a life
Where I'm not just getting by
So now that I'm here
I'm aiming high
I'll boil and broil and fry
Till my name's a-running the sky
Paris, I hope you're ready
For Remy's haute cuisine
With service and presentation
Like no one's ever seen
This epicure in miniature
Will set your hearts aflame
And the world will remember my name
Linguini knocked over
Skinner's gourmet soup
and ruined everything.
He tried to fix it, but
Linguini was a terrible cook.
- Go down there and fix it!
- So I did.
Hear the clang of copper pots
Take a whiff of that
(singing in french)
See the final sprig of tarragon
That makes the meat ta-da
This is where I'm meant to be
This is what I must pursue
So I won't let a narrow-minded view
Determine what vermin can do
Look out 'cause this
rat's coming through
Oh, Paris, I hope you're ready
For Remy's restaurant
With style and innovation
That's truly (speaking french)
This rodentine nouveau cuisine
Is gonna change the game
And the world will remember my name
I'll wow all my guests
With the dishes I'm trying
Not writing the roux
Merely ratifying
The mainline reaction
To flavor extractions
I'll prove what I knew all along
I can be special
A rat can be special
My family was wrong
Paris, I hope you're ready
For Remy on the rise
With passion and perseverance
Surprising for his size
This gastronome is finally home
And ready to proclaim
(music crescendos)
That the world will remember
My name
The sad thing is,
I was counting my chickens
before they hatched.
'Cause the next thing I
knew Linguini came over
to the stove and caught me sitting
on the edge of the copper pot of soup.
- A rat? Did you touch the soup?
You poisoned it!
- Soup! Where is that soup?
- And then Skinner came in and
caught Linguini at the stove,
a major faux pas in the cutthroat world
of haute couture, I mean haute cuisine.
What can I say? Fashion
is my second passion.
- Stop, stop! Stop cooking.
You are cooking in my kitchen.
J'accuse, who do you
think you are? Get out!
- And just as Skinner
was screaming on and on
and on and on, another
waiter came and took the soup
from the kitchen and served
it anyways. (chuckles)
Linguini tried to stop
it, but it was too late.
Now secretly I was thrilled.
A real Parisian getting a
bite of my tiny rat soup.
A few seconds later,
Colette ran to the kitchen.
- The customer wants to speak to the chef.
- F-I-R-E-D. Dead.
- It's not just another customer.
It's a critic, a second string critic,
but still a critic.
Elizabeth Tagliatelle. She loved it.
- She what?
- The French critic loved my soup.
- You're still fired.
- No. Tagliatelle loved it.
Well, how can we claim to
represent the name of Gusteau
if we don't uphold his
most cherished belief?
- What belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou?
- Anyone can cook.
- Oof, you are either very
lucky or very unlucky.
You will make this soup again
and this time, I'll be paying attention.
Very close attention.
They think you might be a cook,
but you know what I think, Linguini?
I think you are a sneaky,
overreaching, little,
Rat!
(Colette screams)
- The skinny boy scooped
me up and stared me down.
I was praying my novenas
and mourning for my life.
Why didn't I just have
the shark lady kill me
with her choreography in the first scene?
At least then I'd have a rat funeral.
- Hey, little buddy.
I can't cook, can I?
But you can, right?
Don't be so modest. Your
a rat, for Pete's sake.
Whatever you did, they liked it.
Do you think you could
teach me to do it again?
(gentle music)
Anyone can cook
Isn't that what Gusteau said
Just take a look, it's
the name of his book
Those three words that everyone's read
There it is!
Anyone can cook
This I guarantee
And though I can't cook yet
I can do it with you helping me
Come on, little chef,
I know it sounds crazy!
Maybe it is crazy, but I
really think you and me,
we could make a serious team together.
Here, just, just hide in my hat.
Oh, I know you might get
a little claustrophobic,
but I'll take care of you.
You'll always be looking over me.
Stranger things have happened
There's a miracle somewhere every day
You could make one happen
Come on, little chef,
you know what they say
Anyone can cook
If they have the perfect guide
But in this case
We also have to find a place
For that tiny guide to hide
But still, hey!
Anyone can cook
This I guarantee
And though I can't cook yet
I'd take a bet
That I can cook
With you helping me
With you helping me
With you helping me
- The next morning, we
roll up to the kitchen,
just a normal human man
and a rat chef in a chef's hat. (chuckles)
I know it sounds weird, but hey,
he had to hide me somewhere.
- Though I, like many other critics,
had written off Gusteau's as irrelevant
since the great chef's death,
the soup was a rvlation,
a spicy yet subtle taste experience.
- Tagliatelle?
- Oui, oui, oui, oui.
Against all odds, Gusteau's
has recaptured our attention.
Only time will tell if they deserve it.
- Bonjour, Linguini. Welcome to hell.
- Colette
- Oui?
- will be responsible for teaching you
- how we do things here.
- Monsieur.
- Good luck! And don't
duck a l'orange it up.
- Uh, listen, I just want
you to know how honored I am
to be studying-
- No! You listen.
I just want you to know exactly
who you are dealing with.
How many women-
- Uh, well, I.
- Do you see in this kitchen?
No? No?
- Um.
- Une, 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?
Excellence, talent,
and I'm good with knives.
(lively upbeat music)
You think cooking is a cute job, huh?
Like Mommy in the kitchen.
Well, Mommy never had
to face a dinner rush
when orders come flooding in
and every dish is different
and none are simple and all
have different cooking times
and must arrive at the customer's table
at exactly the same time, hot and perfect!
Every second counts,
and you cannot be mommy.
Do you understand?
- Not particularly.
- Mon dieu. You are such a stupid boy.
- Okay.
- Listen to me.
If you want to make it in the kitchen
- Yes, ma'am.
You can't just flail your arms around
- Right, got it.
Mon petite, time to focus.
- Okay.
Stop and listen
- Will do.
'cause there's a million
things you have to know about
'cause you know the customer
is who we think about
so every decision we make is based on
how they want to feel today.
- Which is what?
- Good?
Right. So I think you
know what we have to do.
Step one.
Make sure your station
is prepped and cleaned
We don't want dirty
pots or dirty dishes
Clean the counter, wash your surface,
Make sure the ingredients
are all laid out in front of you
You know what you're making
which is why you need the recipe
Preheat your oven, set your timer,
Turn the lights on, make your meal,
But make it quickly
So once they get their food
They didn't have to wait an hour
And then clean your
station once you're done
And prep it for another one
And mince your garlic thinly
Don't complain about anything
And don't you dare forget
to wash your tiny hands.
- Did you get that?
- I think so.
- C'est bon.
(mellow instrumental music)
- I don't know if I can keep
up with her, little rat chef,
can you help me?
Okay, but promise you will
do what she says, capiche?
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not part of the deal.
- I, (exhales)
- What are you doing?
- I don't know!
- Stop that!
- I'm sorry! I don't know what I'm doing.
- Do as I tell you!
- Stop it, I can't control myself.
- You are such a pain in the butt.
- Knock. It. Off.
- Let me do what I have to do.
- I, I'm sorry. I can't explain it.
'cause you know the customer
is who we think about
so every decision we make is based on
how they want to feel today.
I will not deal with this today 'cause
Cleanliness and manners
People like, don't have a temper
Make it speedy, make it faster
Perfect years and perfect dinners are
All on you
Ooh, obsessed with her.
And I wasn't the only one.
Now, there was so much that happened
from that day with Colette in the kitchen.
I finally taught Linguine how to cook
like a real French Chef,
tug his hair here, tug
him with hair there,
and you got to bang it out.
At first, Linguine didn't trust me.
Pretty soon, we were two peas in a pod.
Or a man and a rat under his hat.
It's like puppetry, or cooking,
or mind control, or you pick.
In just a few days our soup
became a singular sensation.
Everyone in Paris was
coming to taste my bisque.
I was an artist in gay Paris,
tres avant garde,
reaching new heights of
gastronomical success.
One step closer to a restaurant
with my rat face on it.
- Take a load off little chef.
You need a break,
and so do my follicles.
- Oh, this is heaven.
A dank alleyway, a brick of cheese.
I just wish, trigger
warning vulnerability,
that my family was here
to share it all with me.
- Remy! (scoffs)
I can't believe it! You're alive!
(man laughs)
- Oh, we've been looking
for you everywhere!
(man laughs)
I knew you'd be in Paris.
I knew it!
- It's so good to have you back son!
- Man, oh man,
I have so much to tell you guys!
First of all, I'm a chef.
- No.
- First of all, you're not a chef.
You're a rat.
- Remy. If you're a big fancy chef,
in a big fancy restaurant,
in the middle if the
fanciest city in the world,
um, could you do us a solid?
- What do you want?
- Um? Scraps?
From your kitchen?
Just the stuff you're throwing out,
it's not a big ask.
- Emile, your brother's
starting to talk like a human.
- Who are not as bad as they say.
- Remy, look, you're my brother.
I love you.
But you got to stop living in the clouds.
Just come back down to reality,
and enjoying the sweet things in life.
Five day old pizza slices,
crusted at the bottom of the trash can.
Sewers so dank that you can't
even see your next step.
Ooh ooh, bacon?
The mayo off a soggy candy bar
- two days after Christmas?
- Yes.
- I mean what do they got that we don't?
We're your family. Rats.
The greatest.
(man laughs)
See it's the rat's life
for us, little Remy,
We don't cook food,
Let alone where we don't go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
We feast where the grime and
the fungus and bacteria grow.
Grab a menu and follow me
There's a whole buffet
that I'd like you to see
So Remy, don't look so gloomy
This is a duty to grow
The rat's way of life
is the way to go.
- I found an apple core!
- I found a piece of bread!
- I found a bandaid?
- Strike what that last guy said,
the point is,
Remy, whatever you'd like to eat.
It's in a pile of junk
sitting right at your feet.
The rat's way of life, the way to go.
Yeah, yeah.
Emile. What you don't
understand is anyone can cook.
Chef Gusteau said it on TV.
We have everything we need.
Just take a look and you will see
Yes you will see
It's the rat's life
for us, little Remy.
We don't cook food,
Let alone in people's homes.
It's deep inside,
Super heavy the urge to
cook is rattling my bones.
Grab some bread crust
and grab some grass,
- It can be used as a garnish.
- I don't need any more sass.
Remy, just listen to me
and watch the magic grow.
The rat's way of life
Oh, the way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
That's life for us, little Remy,
We eat the trash, that's all we need,
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
We don't cook food,
Let alone where we don't go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
We feast where the grime and
the fungus and bacteria grow
Grab a menu and follow me,
There's a whole buffet
that I'd like you to see
So Remy, don't look so gloomy
This is your duty to grow
Rat's way of life
Rat's way of life
The rat's way of life
The rat's way of life
The rat's way of life, the way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
The way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
The way to go
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
Rat's life for us, little Remy,
Yeah!
(man breathing loudly)
- Say what you want about rats,
but we sure know how to
sell a musical number.
Just the right amount of cheese.
I was happy to be back
with my bro and dad,
but I just couldn't deal with that diet.
So, I snuck Emile and my few pals
back into the restaurant.
Look, if a few loaves of bread go missing
and some Jarlsberg, who's
going to really notice?
Back to the skinny pasta man.
Thanks to our new partnership,
Linguini became the new
hot chef in all of Paris.
Yeah, everyone was
talking about Liguini's,
(man coughs) My bisque, and Linguini's
(man coughs) My sweetbread, and Linguini's
(man coughs) My bolognese.
Hey, look, Colette would make a suggestion
and Linguini, well, I,
would have other thoughts.
Anyway.
It seemed like Colette
was feeling some chemistry
that wasn't exactly culinary.
- Linguini. I didn't have to help you.
If I only looked out for myself,
I could've let you fail,
but I wanted you to succeed.
I liked you.
I like you.
- 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, it's not me.
- What do you mean?
(record scratches)
- Blah, blah, blah.
Linguine told Colette about me,
the rat in the hat,
Blah, blah, blah.
The humans fell in love, big
shocker there, blah, blah.
And just when I started to realize
Linguini didn't exactly seem
like he needed me anymore,
A major bombshell broke in the press.
Linguini was Gusteau's bb l'amour.
His secret love child.
Gusteau, my guy!
The real skinny is some
intrepid food reporter
was curious about the talent
behind this new bisque
taking Paris by storm.
So, she tracked down
Linguini's family in
Nantes and discovered,
You get it.
- [Crowd] Linguini!
Linguini! Linguini! Linguini!
- Uh.
Uh.
- Buongiorno. I'm
Bethany Joanna Germanotta
reporting from an Italian Internazionale,
did your old lady ever tell
you about her secret affair?
- Uh, My mother died when I was a child.
Oh, uh.
- Mr. Linguine, this
is Monsieur 2 4 6 0 1,
reporting from Fresh Baguette Monthly,
for once and for all,
is there any truth to the rumor
that you're knocking out Chef Skinner
and taking over as chief
chef and Gusteau's?
- What?
- What? Collusion?
(man groans)
- Turns out it was true.
Gusteau gave his restaurant to
his next of kin in his will,
so now that Linguini's true
parentage had been revealed,
there was a new head chef in town,
and Skinner was out.
- Quelle bon surprise!
Anton Ego is dining in your
restaurant aujourd'hui,
which means today.
10 years ago, he had said
that your restaurant was a tourist trap
meant for dogs with no tongues.
How are you going to change his mind?
- Wh, well, uh, (laughs), um.
- Linguini. (Speaking French)
Tell me now, what is your secret?
- Oh my paprika.
Is it my time to shine in the spotlight?
I didn't prepare a speech.
- Uh, uh.
(cameras clicking)
Colette. She taught me everything I know.
- Did I plan on yanking his hair? No.
Did I mean to yank his hair? Maybe.
Did I yank his hair? Yes.
And did I yank it again? Yes.
And yank it until he left
the press conference,
so I can give him a piece of my mind?
You bet I did.
Listen up, let me tell you a stor--
- Enough.
Hey, your opinion isn't the
only one that matters here,
Colette knows how to cook too, you know.
You take a break little chef, okay?
I'm not your little puppet,
and you're not my puppet
controlling guy, okay?
You need to cool off and get
your mind right, little chef.
Ego is coming and I need to focus.
(man sighs)
(mellow jazz music)
- The rat is the cook?
Well, it looks like
it's the judgment day
The boy has so much to explain
Conspiring with a rodent
Can you imagine that
Well it seems as thought this parasite
Is feeding people's appetite
His cooking
And I testify, I knew I smelled a rat
Oho, Linguini. I've got you now.
You may have got your restaurant,
But soon it's going down
Oh he deceived me
Well c'est la vie, I'll give him that
But my intuition's never wrong
I knew I smelled a rat
- Oh, this is great son. And inside job.
- Wow. It's so shiny in here.
- Emile.
- I see the appeal.
- How many friends did you bring?
- Yeah I, I'm sorry
about all the rats, Remy.
- I tried to limit them, but,
- No, it's okay.
- You guys hungry? Dinner's on me. Just,
- Chef? Little chef?
Hey, little chef, listen
I feel really terrible
about what I said earlier,
and I wanted to, you know, apologize.
Listen, I just don't want
to disappoint anybody,
because I've never
disappointed anybody before,
because no, nobody's ever
expected anything of me before.
The only reason they do now
is, well, because of you.
What? Are you stealing food?
How could you? I thought you
were my friend, I trusted you.
Get out!
And don't come back,
or I'll treat you the way restaurants
are supposed to treat pests.
Oh Linguini, you'll rue the day
I could have been a millionaire
But you got in the way
Well who'd have thought your facade
was working underneath your hat
You have no talent of your own,
I knew I smelled a rat
Dance break
(upbeat jazz music)
(shoes clicking)
Well Linguini,
You'll rue the day
I could have been a millionaire
And you got in the way
But who'd have thought your facade
was working underneath your hat
I clearly knew it all along
They think your great
I'll prove them wrong
Look out Linguini,
Skinner's where it's at
I knew I smelled it
I knew I smelled it
I knew I smelled, I knew I smelled
I knew I smelled a rat
My intuition's never wrong
I knew I smelled a rat
(man laughs)
- That's it. I going to
the health inspector.
- Not so fast!
(rats hissing and squeaking)
- Emile and his gang tied up Skinner
and threw him into the freezer.
I returned to the kitchen to find Linguini
in a mess on the ground.
I guess he told everyone about me,
and the rest of the chefs quit in horror,
which is rude,
but no time to waste.
Anton Ego is in the restaurant today.
My whole artistic and culinary career
has led to this moment.
If the gatekeeper of the
critical establishment
hates it je suis finie.
Ouai! Me!
- We're not cooks, but we're family.
Tell us what to do,
and we'll get it done.
- All right, team three will be,
All right, team three
will be handling the fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Time five, grill. Team six, sauces.
Get to your stations.
Let's go, go, go, go.
- Are we ready to go, little chef?
- Allons-y, allons-y.
- Ready as we'll ever be.
- Do you know what I'm
craving? Perspective.
(somber waltz music)
Does the chef know what that is?
Perspective?
And a glass of red vintage.
Tell him he's got just one good shot,
to hit me with his best,
yes it's test, I'll do the rest!
Don't be a pest.
Ratatouille is served
to peasants and the like
Ratatouille, do I dare
humor it with a bite?
When I review food abroad
They look at me with dread
no need to seal the coffin,
For this restaurant is dead.
Ratatouille, I never
stuttered or misspoke.
Ratatouille, is this some
kind of twisted joke?
I asked him for his best,
Is this some sort of test?
The chef misunderstood
Oh, this ratatouille
It's good.
Mama, I've fallen from up on my bike
Something smells good, is
it that dish that I like
Mama I love you and you love me too
How do I know
You tell me with your food
- Young man, I must give
my compliments to the chef.
- Linguine told him he had to wait.
Hours passed, and then
trembling in their boots,
Linguini and Colette
brought Ego in to meet me.
- Thank you for the meal.
- And when the story was done,
he thanked us for his meal
and left without a word.
- The bitter truth that
we critics must face
is that the average piece of junk
is probably more meaningful
than our criticism designates it so.
But the world can often
be unkind to new talent,
new creations, the new needs friends.
Last night, I experienced something new,
an extraordinary meal from a
singularly unexpected source.
I now know not anyone can cook,
but a great cook can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine
more humble origins
than the genius who is
now cooking at Gusteau's,
who is in this critic's opinion,
no less than the finest chef in France.
- It was a great night.
The happiest of my life.
But the only thing predictable about life
is its unpredictability.
Skinner told a health inspector,
and then the world about my identity.
Food didn't matter, once it got out that
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.
He's doing very well as
a new business investor
in uh, my new restaurant!
I mean, our new restaurant!
No rat's life for you, little Remy
You showed us all that
a rat's not just a rat
It's true, for you, little Remy
You've shown us all that
there's so much more than that
Grab a menu and follow me,
There's a whole new
restaurant I want you to see
(orchestra swells)
(triumphant orchestral music)
Gusteau was right, we
prove it every night
That anyone can cook
- But, one last thing.
But no one can cook alone
Anyone can cook
Remy
Anyone can cook
Remy
Anyone can cook
Remy
Remy, the ratatouille,
The rat of all my dreams
We praise you, your ratatouille
You'll always reign supreme
Because of you we guarantee
That we won't be the same
Oh Remy, the ratatouille,
May the world remember your name
(man gasping)
(upbeat music)
Go go Remy, Go go Remy,
Go go Remy,
TikTok, here we go
That's life for us, little Remy,
Your talent shows, we know
in the kitchen you shine
That's life for us, little Remy,
Your meal knocks the socks
off the customers every time
Trashes are treasure
It's all that we need
But you ask for better
Than comfortably finding
the good in the garbage
The gold in the gruel
Now one person's trash
is another rat's fuel
You know the customer
Is who we think about
So every decision that
we make is based on
How they want to feel today
Which is what?
- Good?
Right, so I think you
know what we have to do
Anyone can cook
If they have the perfect guide
And though I couldn't cook yet
I took a bet now I can cook
With you by my side
Your facade was working
Underneath your hat
You have no talent of your own
I knew I smelled a rat
Anyone can cook, Anyone can cook,
all you've gotta do is
look inside yourself
Anyone can cook,
You could even write a book,
It could sit right next to
mine there on that shelf
If you believe in yourself
There's not a think you can't do
Put some stock in your future
and then simmer that stew
Coq-au-vin in the pan
try some wine, it's divine
Put your game to the flame
Because anyone can have some fun and
Anyone can cook
This small gourmet who found his way
Is ready to proclaim
That the world will remember
- I didn't like this musical.
I loved it.
His name
Remy the ratatouille
(upbeat orchestral music)
- That was a lot.
(mellow orchestral music)