Belle and Sebastian: The Adventure Continues

BELLE AND SEBASTIAN THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES

SAINT MARTIN, SEPTEMBER 1945

Victoria, your cookies!

Straight home after class. Homework comes first!

Come on, Octave!

Hurry!

Get a move on!

We can go in now. In you go!

That's right, all together. Hurry.

You can play later.

Young ladies?

- Hello, Mr Mayor! - Yes, hello! Go on in!

Right away, sir.

The holidays can't come soon enough.

Boys, to your seats!

- Octave? - Here.

- Marguerite? - Here.

- Philippe? - Here.

Sebastian?

Has anyone seen Sebastian?

No.

Come on, Belle!

You're gonna love this!

There's plenty of room.

Don't be such a chicken!

Sit tight and hang on.

OK, Belle?

3, 2, 1...

Here we go!

Come on, Belle!

Follow me!

- Careful, son! - Slow down!

- Hey, kid! - Follow me!

Come on!

Belle, hurry!

It's going too fast!

Told you you'd love it!

Thanks, Belle, you saved me.

Where'd I put them?

Honestly!

Where on earth are they?

Will Angelina be wearing her war medal?

In her letter, she says a general gave it to her. A general!

Sure. How many times do I have to tell you?

Not a war medal, a Resistance medal.

Same difference.

Help me find my shoes, will you?

Will she have a machine gun? Soldiers do.

They have rifles. And I told you, Angelina isn't a soldier.

Belle, please!

Maybe she killed Germans.

Look...

If she sees the chalet like this, she'll kill us.

I was sure I put them there.

Please, help me.

Hold on, I'm almost done.

- Double L in "welcome"? - Silly! It's double M.

Don't you learn anything at school?

Thanks, Belle.

In a hurry?

More than a hurry.

Is that for your son?

Kind of.

I bet it's a toy car.

A Fiat 500 Topolino.

Red, hand painted.

- How did you guess? - We all bought the same.

I hope he'll like it. I haven't seen him for two years.

You won't recognise him.

Recognise him, no problem.

But me, that's another issue.

Strap yourselves in!

One engine down.

I repeat, one engine down.

You have to dress up for Angelina.

Come on, Belle.

Come on!

Cesar, do you think she will let me wear her military medal?

- Not a chance, it's for me. - Stop it!

Resistance medal! As I keep telling you. You're so stubborn!

Here she comes! It's Angelina! She's here!

She's not here.

Shut the door, please.

Where is she?

Go on.

César!

Wait here.

What do you want?

The Ministry called.

Which Ministry? What are you talking about?

WELCOMME HOMME

That's all I know.

The Prefect talked to the fire chief.

The plane crash started a forest fire.

They searched all over.

They did all they could.

There are no survivors.

I'm sorry.

The body?

The plane went up in smoke.

There are no bodies.

There's always a body.

César...

It's hopeless.

I'm sure she's not dead.

Have you ever seen a plane crash?

And you?

Have you ever seen one?

The firemen saw burning wreckage.

And turned back.

What else could they do?

They could search until they find something.

All right, we take twenty men and search the forest.

While it burns?

We'd have to turn back too.

No, we need to fly over the crash zone.

You'll ask you-know-who?

No, not that creep.

But he has a plane.

Yes.

Sure, but he's a creep.

Truth is, the thought of telling Sebastian scares you.

- He's too young. - He'll be ten soon!

The kid has a right to know.

You-know-who, too.

Who's you-know-who?

I'll be going.

Who's you-know-who?

We're going to find Angelina.

No body means there's hope.

Who's you-know-who?

Your mother was wearing this when she died.

When you were born,

I put you on her chest to feel her heat.

Your tiny hand grabbed hold of her necklace.

She smiled at you...

She glanced at me and...

I never found out where she was from.

Pierre Marceau.

Marceau. Pierre Marceau.

You-know-who. Your father.

I planned to tell you, as soon as you could understand.

Understand what?

A man whose pregnant wife roams the hills in winter can't be a good guy.

Now we need him. He's a pilot.

Only he can help us find Angelina.

Sebastian Marceau? That's a terrible name.

He never even tried to find me.

For sure, a man whose pregnant wife roams the hills in winter

can't be a good guy.

Come on, we'll bring her back.

Here goes.

Pierre Marceau?

No, just his mechanic.

- We want Pierre Marceau. - Here he comes.

What's up?

You won't leave me with him, will you?

Take a good look at me.

When he finds out, maybe he'll want to keep me.

And what will you say?

I'll say I need help to repair the roof and shear the sheep.

I won't let my best worker walk out on me.

Look... we don't have to tell him everything,

just about Angelina, and see what he's like,

then we decide.

All right?

You're right. We don't have to tell him.

- We'll tell him, just not yet. - Exactly.

You dozed off? I called in 15 times!

Blame the radio, not me.

- The Flathead screws? - I welded them.

You did?

I guess I'll re-weld them.

I guess so.

Let's go.

And the carburettor's belching smoke.

What's that thing?

- A dog. - That's a bear.

Get rid of it, I hate dogs.

She doesn't bite.

No kidding? Tie her up anyway.

Here, Belle.

I see this isn't a good time.

- But we need you. - Who sent you?

- Nobody. - Nobody didn't tell you I'm busy?

Put this in the barn.

Manu will stop by tonight.

My niece went missing two days ago in a plane crash near the Italian border.

My condolences.

We haven't got all day!

It was a military plane.

The army has given up.

Look...

Only you can help us.

Listen, Granddad, I don't think you get it.

It'll take you at most one half-day.

If you get off the ground.

Pardon me?

French pilot, German machinery.

The best single-engine in Europe.