Babettes gæstebud (1987) Movie Script

BABETTE'S FEAST

In this remote spot

there once lived two sisters,

who were both past

the first flush of youth.

They had been christened

Martine and Filippa,

after Martin Luther

and his friend Philipp Melanchthon.

They spent all their time

and almost all their small income

on good works.

Thank you.

Their father had been

a pastor and prophet

and the founder

of a religious sect.

He'd been well-respected,

and perhaps also a little feared.

The pastor had married late

and by this time

had long been dead.

His disciples were becoming

fewer in number every year,

but they continued meeting

to read and interpret the Word

and to honour

the spirit of their master,

whose presence they felt

was among them.

Jerusalem

My heart's true home

O name forever dear

Take not thought

so anxiously, careful one

For your daily food or raiment

Never would you give

a stone or serpent

To your child

who asks for bread

The two sisters

had a French maid.

Her name was Babette.

This may seem strange

for two Puritan ladies

living in such

a remote and desolate place,

and it calls for an explanation.

The reason for Babette's presence

in the sisters' house

was to be found deep

in the domain of the human heart.

As young girls,

the beauty of Martine and Filippa

had been extraordinary,

like that of flowering fruit trees.

They were never to be seen

at balls or parties,

and the young men

went to church

in hopes of seeing them.

O Lord, allow thy kingdom

To descend upon us here

So that the spirit of mercy

May wipe out all trace of sin

Then we shall know

in our hearts

That God lives here with us

And that thou an dwelling

With those that trust in thee

In the pastor's flock,

earthly love and marriage

were considered of scant worth

and merely empty illusion.

In this calling of mine,

my two daughters

are my right and left hands.

Would you deprive me of them?

Nevertheless,

these two beauties

had upset the peace of heart

and the destinies

of two young gentlemen

from the great world outside.

One was a young officer

by the name of Lorens Löwenhielm.

He'd led a merry life

in his garrison town

and had fallen into debt.

Attention!

Captain, sir!

Twenty men accounted for!

Lorens, get a grip on yourself!

You will spend three months

at your aunt's house.

- The old lady?

- Yes.

At Norre Vossborg?

In Jutland?

At Norre Vossborg Manor

you'll have time to think

about your conduct

and to set about improving it.

Welcome to Norre Vossborg.

Come along.

I'll show you to your room.

At that very moment

he had a mighty vision

of a higher and purer life,

one without creditors' letters

or parental lectures,

and with a gentle angel

at his side.

With the help

of his pious aunt,

he gained admission

to the pastors house.

Don't just stand there, Martha!

Get a cloth!

Mercy and truth

have met together,

dear brethren.

Righteousness and bliss

shall kiss one another.

He visited many times,

but it seemed to him

that each time

he grew more insignificant.

Excuse me.

God's paths

run across the sea

and the snowy mountains,

where man's eye

sees no track.

Amen.

I am going away forever...

and I shall never, never

see you again.

For I have learned here

that life is hard and cruel...

and that in this world

there are things that are...

impossible.

While the other young officers

spoke of their love affairs,

he was silent about his.

For, reliving it now,

in the officers' mess,

and seeing it

through their eyes,

it appeared to him

a pitiful business.

Lorens.

How can a lieutenant

of the Hussars

let himself be defeated

and disarmed by...

by some long-faced

sectarians

who can't even afford

salt for their soup?

I can't forget the image

of that lovely maiden.

You're a dreamer, Lorens.

But I'd prefer to be like you.

I will forget all that happened

on the west coast.

From now I shall look forward,

not backward.

I will think of nothing

but my career,

and someday

I will cut a brilliant figure

in a brilliant world.

He married a lady-in-waiting

to Queen Sophia.

At that time, piety was

fashionable at the court,

and he found a use for the phrases

engraved in his memory

from the parsonage.

We implore God's mercy.

We must carry out

the Lord's work with love.

Do you remember that silent young man

who so suddenly appeared

and vanished just as suddenly?

Yes.

A year later, an even more

distinguished person arrived:

the famous singer from Paris,

Achille Papin,

who'd been performing

at the Royal Opera in Stockholm.

Thank you, dear lady.

You are so kind.

Stockholm is a charming city.

Yes, Scandinavia offers

a wealth of beautiful cities.

I travel a great deal,

but what I yearn for most

is to be alone.

I love silence.

Silence

and the sound of waves.

Then you must visit

the coast of Jutland.

It's magnificent

and unspoiled.

There you can have

your fill of fresh air

and rest.

I know a place.

You can stay

with the grocer.

But Achille Papin

fell into a kind of melancholy.

With frightening clarity

he suddenly saw himself

as an old man

at the end of his career.

Lord, our God

thy name and glory

Should be sung

throughout the world

Every soul

every humble subject

And every wayfarer

shall sing aloud

Thy praises

God is God

Though all lands lie desolate

God is God

Though all life be ended

Should mankind perish

yet in highest heaven

Countless multitudes

would sweetly sing

God's praises

Highest mountain

and deepest vale shall vanish

Heaven and earth

as well will perish

Each height and peak

shall be no longer

But the Lord's glory

shall rise again

In a thousand hearts

Almighty God,

thy mercy

ascends to the heavens,

and thy righteousness

reaches to the oceans' depths.

Here is a diva.

She will soon have Paris

at her feet.

Good day, sir.

Good day.

I've come to your beautiful land

for reasons of health.

I'm staying at the grocer's.

I'd be very happy

to give singing lessons

to the young lady

who lives here.

She has a lovely voice,

and with some training,

she will sing like an angel.

That's important

when one sings of God's glory.

Are you a Papist?

Yes, a Roman Catholic...

a Papist.

Come in, Monsieur...

Monsieur Achille Papin.

I've spoken

with my daughter,

and I give my consent.

I'm delighted. Thank you.

Good-bye, sir.

Good-bye, Monsieur Papin.

Good-bye, ladies.

Good-bye, monsieur.

- See you soon.

- Yes.

Ah, thank you.

Very good.

You will be like a star

in the heavens.

No one has ever sung

as well as you will sing.

You will be the only star.

The others will fade

by themselves.

The emperor

will come to hear you,

and so will

the modest seamstress.

You have talent enough

to distract the rich

from their riches

and console the poor

in their misery.

Well, Filippa...

are you making progress

with Mr. Papin?

Yes, Father.

A voice within me calls you

It calls you from my heart

Come now, don't resist

It is the voice of joy

I tremble, yet I listen

I'm fearful of my joy

Desire, love, and doubt

Are battling in my heart!

Come with me, then

my beauty

Masetto loves me still

I'll make a great lady of you

Ah, my soul weakens already

Come, come

A voice within me calls you

I tremble, yet I listen

Come now, don't resist

I'm fearful of my joy

Let us go, my beauty

A voice within me calls you

Masetto loves me still

You will be a great lady

Ah, my soul weakens already

Oh, come

Let us go

Yes, hand and heart uniting

Each other's love requiting

Love will unite us

Yes, hand and heart uniting

Each other's love requiting

Love will unite us

Love will unite us.

Good day, madame

I don't wish to continue

my singing lessons.

Father, please let Monsieur Papin

know of my decision.

God's paths run

across the rivers too, my child.

Kindly give this to your guest.

Yes, sir.

Good-bye, my life

Good-bye, my heart

Good-bye, my hopes.

Achille Papin took

the first boat to Frederikshavn

and from there

returned to Paris.

That's the house over there.

Many years later,

one September night in 1871...

Do come in.

"Dear ladies...

Do you remember me?

When I think of you,

my heart is filled

with the perfume

of wild lilies of the valley.

Will the memory of a Frenchman's

devotion bend your hearts

to save the life

of a French woman?

The unfortunate bearer of this letter,

Madame Babette Hersant,

like my beautiful empress herself,

has had to flee Paris.

Civil war has raged

in our streets.

Madame Hersant's

husband and son were shot.

She herself only narrowly escaped

General Galliffet's blood-stained hands.

She has lost all she possessed

and dares not remain in France.

Her nephew works as a cook

on a ship that sails to Frederikshavn,

and he has arranged

passage for her.

She asked whether I knew

any good people in Denmark.

This immediately

brought forth your image,

so sacred to my heart.

For 35 years, Miss Filippa...

I have deplored the fate

that kept your voice

from filling

the Grand Opera of Paris.

But when tonight I think of you,

no doubt surrounded

by a warm

and happy swarm of children...

and then think of myself —

a greying and lonely old man,

forgotten by those who once

applauded and adored me —

I feel it is you who chose

the better part in life.

What is fame?

The grave awaits us all.

And yet, my lost Zerlina,

even as I write this, I feel

that the grave is not the end.

In paradise I shall hear

your voice again.

There you will be

the great artist

God meant you to be.

Oh, how you will

enchant the angels!

Babette can cook.

Deign to receive, my ladies,

the humble homage of the friend

who was once Achille Papin."

Madame...

we fear

we cannot employ you.

We do not have

sufficient income

to allow us to engage

such an experienced

housekeeper.

But I wish to work

only for Monsieur Papin's friends.

I'll work for nothing.

If you won't take me on,

death is all that's left.

Stay with us.

Yes, stay.

It has to soak.

You must let it soak.

Let it soak.

You slice it.

Bread.

You soak it in water.

A little ale.

Ale.

Then like this

through a... "sieve."

- Tamis.

- Yes, through a tamis.

Ale-and-bread soup.

Oui, oui.

Then it cooks for one hour.

- It must cook for one hour.

- Cook.

- Bonjour, Monsieur Larsen.

- Good morning, Madame Babette.

- Oignons.

- Two onions.

Two onions.

- Sucre.

- Sugar.

- Twenty skillings.

Twenty.

Twenty skillings.

Merci.

Au revoir, Monsieur Larsen.

Au revoir, Madame Babette.

Good-bye.

Here you are.

Thank you, Babette.

It's incredible.

Since Babette came,

we have more money than before.

Babette had now worked

for the pastor's daughters

for 14 years.

- Not fresh.

- Not fresh?

My fish aren't fresh?

They were swimming

two minutes ago!

- How much?

- Thirty skillings.

- Twenty.

- Thirty.

- Forty.

Thirty.

All right. Give me your basket

and take them away.

Thank you very much!

Those two for 30?

No! That's enough, now!

Fifty for these, and that's that.

- Good morning.

- Bonjour, Madame Babette.

I'd like a small piece

of bacon.

The last one I got

was rancid.

I can't understand that.

For that is the land

Where I was born

Don't you miss France?

My only tie to France

is a lottery ticket

that a faithful friend in Paris

renews for me every year.

That's not much.

Thank you very much.

Good-bye.

Au revoir, Madame Babette.

- She's a clever one.

- Yes, she is.

These sins of your youth

will be forgiven, Christopher.

Christ loved us and cleansed us

of our sins with his blood.

Hallelujah!

You who seek Christ,

turn your eyes

to the vault of heaven.

There you'll see the signs

of his everlasting kingdom...

the eternal light.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power, and the glory,

forever and ever. Amen.

And thank you, Lord,

for sending Babette to us.

She helps our little sisters

so they can devote themselves

to the most wretched

among thy little flock. Amen.

As the years went by,

the pastor's disciples became

somewhat querulous and quarrelsome,

so that sad little schisms

would arise in the congregation.

It may have been

long ago, Solveig,

but I remember very well

how badly you once treated me.

You remember

how badly I treated you?

Well, I remember

how jealous you were.

You were anything but nice

to my poor mother.

Let us all sing

"Thy Kingdom Come, O Lord."

My good Paul,

you cheated me that time.

I've always known it!

Always known it — ha!

You can't even remember

what you had for supper yesterday.

I remember perfectly well.

I've always known

that you cheated me.

Now, now! May we have

some peace and quiet?

You think my dear husband

will forgive me for being unfaithful?

Yes.

We were so young.

That's no excuse.

I was married to him.

You made me do it.

Yes.

But you wanted to yourself.

- You tempted me.

Will God forgive me...

or will my soul be tormented

for what we did?

Yes, he will.

God forgives everything.

Doesn't he, Martine?

Dear brothers and sisters,

you know that December 15th

is the hundredth anniversary

of our dear father's birth.

Filippa and I have long

looked forward to this day,

and we wish to celebrate it

as if our dear father

were still among us.

I won't hide from you

that my sister and I

are much aggrieved

at the intolerance and discord

among us.

We beg you to remember

that peace and brotherhood

should reign here.

I've seen through you,

Christopher.

You're a sly one.

That's all for today.

It's from France.

It's for

Madame Babette Hersant.

- Thank you.

- It's from France.

Yes, thank you.

It's for Babette.

There's a letter for you,

Babette.

Thank you.

Dear God.

I won the lottery.

Ten thousand francs!

Congratulations.

Congratulations, Babette.

Thank you.

Well, it had to happen.

The Lord gave —

- And the Lord took away.

- Thank you for your help.

- You're welcome.

I have a favour to ask, ladies.

Certainly, Babette.

Sit down.

I'd like to prepare

the celebration dinner

for the pastor's birthday

by myself.

But dear Babette, we didn't

intend to give a dinner party.

My sister and I were thinking

of a modest supper

followed by a cup of coffee.

You know we've never

offered our guests

anything more.

I'd like to prepare

a French dinner.

A French dinner?

Please. Just once.

A real French dinner.

A real French dinner...

All right, Babette.

Very well, Babette.

I'd like to pay for it

with my own money.

No, Babette.

Out of the question.

- We couldn't allow that.

- No, Babette. Absolutely not.

Ladies...

have I ever asked you

for anything?

Hear my prayer today.

It comes from my heart.

Babette's right.

It's the first time she's ever

asked us for anything...

and possibly the last.

- So be it, Babette.

- It's agreed.

Thank you.

I'll have to ask

for a few days off

to give my nephew instructions

concerning the dinner.

Ah, yes, your nephew.

It was his boat

that brought you

from France

to Frederikshavn.

- Take some time off.

- Of course, Babette.

Thank you, ladies.

She'll be leaving us soon.

Her heart is already in France.

We know that.

We mustn't neglect

our old people

now that we must manage

on our own again.

- She'll be back in a week.

- Yes, but for how long?

Thank you, Johannes.

Welcome back, Babette.

Did you have a good trip?

Very nice, thank you.

Did you meet your nephew

and make your arrangements?

Yes, everything went just fine.

I gave my nephew

a list of the goods

he's to bring from France.

Careful!

Martine,

I'm worried about this.

I'm not too happy

about this French dinner either.

My little quails!

There she is.

Praise the Lord.

All the goods arrived safely.

What goods, Babette?

The ingredients for the dinner.

For the French dinner.

Surely that's not wine?

It's a Clos de Vougeot 1845...

from Chez Philippe

on rue Montorgeuil.

We meant no harm.

Filippa and I merely wanted

to grant Babette's wish.

We had no idea

where it might lead.

And now...

we've exposed ourselves

to dangerous forces

that may bring evil upon us.

I can't even tell you

what you may be given

to eat and drink.

What will happen to us?

Lord, grant us thy mercy.

Forgive me.

Don't cry, Martine.

Oh, how often

I think of my father now.

I feel he's looking down

and watching his daughters

use his home

for a witches' sabbath!

We shall be silent

upon all matters

of food and drink.

Out of love

for our little sisters,

we promise,

no matter what happens,

not to say a single word

about the food or drink.

Not one comment

will pass our lips.

The tongue.

The tongue,

that strange little muscle,

has accomplished great

and glorious deeds for man.

But it's also an unruly evil,

full of deadly poison.

On the day we solemnly

pay homage to our great master,

we shall preserve

our tongues for prayer...

in gratitude

for all he meant to us.

- The Lord be praised.

- Grant us thy salvation.

Thank you.

It will be as if we never

had the sense of taste.

Jerusalem

My heart's true home

O name forever dear

Take not thought

so anxiously, careful one

For your daily food or raiment

Never would you give

a stone or serpent

To your child

who asks for bread

- A letter from Mrs. Löwenhielm.

- Thank you.

Get yourself some refreshment

in the kitchen.

This is from Mrs. Löwenhielm.

She says she's received

an unexpected visit

from her nephew,

General Lorens Löwenhielm.

He's spoken of our father

with deep admiration.

She asks if she may bring him

along this evening.

We've received a message

from Mrs. Löwenhielm.

Her nephew, General Lorens

Löwenhielm, will accompany her,

so there will be

12 for dinner, not 11.

The general is with

the royal Swedish court.

He lived in Paris in his youth.

A general.

Don't worry.

There'll be plenty for everyone.

This is for the turtle soup.

I see.

Hold the tablecloth.

Is there anything you need,

Babette?

No, everything's ready.

The candles.

Vanity.

All...

is vanity.

I obtained everything

you dreamed of...

and satisfied

your every ambition.

But what has it profited me?

Tonight you and I

shall settle accounts.

You must prove to me

I made the right choice back then.

God's will be done.

Good evening.

Thank you, Filippa.

Come inside where it's warm.

They're here.

Jerusalem

My heart's true home

O name forever dear

Take not thought

so anxiously, careful one

For your daily food and raiment

Never would you give

a stone or serpent

To your child

who asks for bread

Can the sum of a row of victories

over many years

be defeat?

There!

Here comes the general.

And our dear old

Mrs. Löwenhielm.

She's one of the faithful.

A very warm welcome.

It was so good of you

to invite us.

Thank you for inviting me.

Thank you for coming

such a long way.

Good evening,

Mrs. Löwenhielm.

Good evening,

dear sisters and brothers.

Please sit down.

Good evening.

Come inside where it's warm.

Thanks.

Tell them we're ready to serve.

Babette says dinner is served.

Well, let us take our places

at the table.

Remember:

We've lost our sense of taste.

Let us pray

in our pastor's own words.

May the bread

nourish my body.

May my body

do my soul's bidding.

May my soul rise up

to serve God eternally.

Amen.

- Not a word about the food.

- Not a word.

Like at the wedding at Cana:

The food is of no importance.

We won't give it

a single thought.

Amazing!

An amontillado!

And the finest amontillado

I've ever tasted!

This is quite definitely

real turtle soup.

And what a turtle soup!

Now, Erik, the champagne.

One glass for everyone.

But fill the general's glass

whenever it's empty.

It must be some kind

of lemonade.

This is good.

- Here you are, sir.

- Thank you.

This is blinis Demidoff!

And this most certainly is

Veuve Clicquot 1860!

Uh, yes...

I'm quite sure it will snow

all day tomorrow.

I shall never forget

my first meeting

with our pastor,

and the sermon he preached.

I was a depraved

and quarrelsome man.

But I've tried to become

a good Christian.

Do you remember

what he taught us?

"Little children,

love one another."

Little children,

love one another.

Friends, I can assure you that

the pastor's collected sermons

are among the favourite reading

of Her Majesty, the queen.

In the large glasses.

Careful!

This is good.

You remember the time —

it was almost a miracle —

when our pastor had promised

a Christmas sermon

to the church across the fjord?

For two weeks

the weather had been so bad

that no skipper or fisherman

would risk the crossing.

The villagers there

were giving up hope,

but our pastor told them

that if no boat would take him,

he'd come to them

walking upon the waves.

And behold!

Three days before Christmas,

the storm stopped,

and such a hard frost set in

that the fjord froze

from shore to shore,

a thing which had not happened

within the memory of man!

One day in Paris,

after I'd won

a riding competition,

some French officers

invited me to dine

at one of the city's finest

restaurants, the Café Anglais.

The chef, surprisingly enough,

was a woman.

We were served

cailles en sarcophage,

a dish of her own creation.

General Galliffet,

our host for the evening,

explained that this woman,

this head chef,

had the ability

to transform a dinner

into a kind of love affair,

a love affair

that made no distinction

between bodily appetite

and spiritual appetite.

General Galliffet said

that in the past

he'd fought a duel for the love

of a beautiful woman,

but that now there was

no woman in Paris

for whom he'd shed his blood

except for this chef.

She was considered

the greatest culinary genius

of the age.

What we are now eating

is nothing less than

cailles en sarcophage.

But this really is

cailles en sarcophage!

Yes... that it is.

Man shall not merely

refrain from

but also renounce

any thought of food and drink.

Only then can he eat and drink

in the right spirit.

As our pastor always said,

"Dear brothers and sisters,

the only things we may take

with us from our life on earth

are those

we have given away."

Our dear sisters

will be rich in the next life.

Erik.

Is the food good, Aunt?

Yes, the gale has died down.

Water in the small glasses.

Here you are, sir.

Just look

at these beautiful grapes!

"And they came

unto the brook of Eshcol

and cut down a branch

with one cluster of grapes.

And two of them bore it

between them on a staff."

Mercy and truth

have met together.

Righteousness and bliss

shall kiss one another.

Man, in his foolishness

and shortsightedness,

believes he must make

choices in this life.

He trembles

at the risks he takes.

We all know...

fear.

But no.

Our choice

is of no importance.

The moment comes

when our eyes are opened,

and we see and realize

that grace is infinite.

We need only await it

with confidence

and acknowledge it

in gratitude.

Grace makes no conditions.

And see!

That which we have chosen

is given us...

and that which we have refused...

is also granted us.

Yes, that which we rejected

is granted us.

Mercy and truth

have met together.

Righteousness and bliss...

shall kiss one another.

Here you are, sir.

You scoundrel!

You cheated me

on that timber you sold me.

- I cheated you badly, beloved brother.

- I knew it.

But you know what?

I played a trick on you

that you never knew about.

Then I deserved it.

Lad...

is there more

of the Clos de Vougeot?

Can the general have

more "Closhoufo"?

Erik, leave the bottle there.

After the coffee,

in the small glasses.

And light the candles

in the sitting room.

"Vie-ux marc...

feene champagne."

I hope you enjoyed the meal.

Thank you.

God bless you,

dear Solveig.

God bless you too,

dear Anna.

God bless you, Christopher.

My brother!

Oh, watch the day

hurry off once again

As the sun sinks

into the western sea

The time for us to rest

approaches

O God, you who dwell

In heavenly light

Who reign on high

in heaven's hall

Be our infinite light

in the valley of night

The sand in our hourglass

will soon run out

The day is conquered

by the night

The glories of the world

are ending

So brief their day,

so swift their flight

God, may your brightness

never dim

Nor mercy's door

be closed to man

Lorens...

it is time for us to leave.

The general and his aunt

are leaving.

- Thank you for the nice evening.

- Thank you for your help.

You're welcome.

I have been with you...

every day of my life.

Tell me you know that.

Yes...

I know.

You must also know

that I shall be with you

every day that is left to me.

Every evening I shall sit down

to dine with you.

Not in the flesh...

which means nothing...

but in the spirit.

For tonight

I have learned, my dear...

that in this beautiful world

of ours...

all things are possible.

- Thank you for the lovely evening.

- Thank you for coming.

Good-bye.

Thank you for the evening.

Thank you so much!

Thank you

for a wonderful evening!

The clock strikes

and time goes by

Eternity is nigh

Let us use this time to try

To serve the Lord

with heart and mind

So that our true home

we shall find

So that our true home

we shall find

The stars have come nearer.

Perhaps they will

come nearer every night.

Quite possibly there will be

no snow this year.

Oh, that was a good dinner!

They all thought

it was a very good dinner.

I was once head chef

at the Café Anglais.

We'll all remember

this evening

when you've gone back

to Paris.

I'm not going back to Paris.

You're not going back to Paris?

No one's waiting

for me there.

They're all gone.

And I have no money.

No money?

But the 10,000 francs?

All spent.

Ten thousand francs?

Dinner for 12 at the Café Anglais

costs 10,000 francs.

But dear Babette,

you ought not to have given away

all you had for our sake.

It wasn't just for your sake.

So you will be poor now

all your life?

A great artist is never poor.

Was this the sort of dinner

you'd prepare at the Café Anglais?

I could make them happy

when I did my very best.

Papin understood that.

Achille Papin?

Yes.

He'd say...

"Through all the world there goes

one long cry from the heart of the artist:

Give me leave

to do my utmost."

But this is not the end,

Babette.

I feel for certain

that this is not the end.

In paradise

you will be the great artist

God meant you to be.

Ah, how you will enchant

the angels!

Babettes gæstebud (1987) - full transcript