Paul and Michelle

It is traditionally the last duty of the head boy

to thank the guest of honor at our speech day.

This I would like to do with particular pleasure.

Sir Robert is my father.

Thank you, sir, for coming here today.

Thank you for talking to us.

Thank you for making us laugh.

As your son, I think you'll forgive me for saying

I've heard a good many of the jokes before.

And I'm delighted to see they're wearing so well.

Thank you.

You know, when I was your age,

my father expected me to carry off all the prizes.

I wasn't exactly banking on you.

Jolly good, anyway.

Thanks.

- When's your flight? - Uh... 7:30.

So, you're going to spend your holiday wandering around France?

That's the plan.

Why not come home to Paris a few days?

We could go eating and drinking together.

No, really, thanks, dad. I'd rather get going.

Would I be right in thinking...

Yes, you would.

I'd assumed you were over all that.

Please realize it was just a childhood thing, finished three years ago.

Puppy love. Best forgotten.

I mean, there are plenty of fish more...

- Well, more suitable. - I dare say.

So you're going to spend your time looking for her?

I'll find her.

Well, if you do, and you start all that up again

after... after all this,

you'd be very foolish, Paul.

Anyway, I trust I can count on you to turn up at the beginning of the Sorbonne term?

Of course.

Well, look us up. That is, if you have the time.

Congratulations, anyway.

- Paul, was my speech really all right? - Fine. Fine.

Well, um... Bye.

How did you know that Michelle had been sent here?

I didn't.

But she talked about a cousin she stayed with in Paris.

But the cousin had moved to Dijon.

I went there and asked around until I found her.

She told me Michelle had come here.

You went to a great deal of trouble.

Does your father know of your coming here?

He knows I'm looking for Michelle.

- Does he approve? - He doesn't mind.

Please...

Can't you just tell me?

- Is she here? - No, she isn't.

Where is she then?

We found Michelle a home and a job with some people called Bellancourt.

They run a patisserie in Nice.

How long ago?

Last September.

And she's still there?

As far as I know. Come with me.

- I'll write the address for you. - Thank you.

Take this big one.

I've made it specially for you.

- You are Monsieur Bellancourt? - Yes.

I'm looking for a girl called Michelle Latour.

I was told she works here.

No. Not anymore.

Madame?

- When did she leave? - Six months. Seven maybe.

But where did she go?

How should I know?

She didn't like the job, so she walked out.

Pftt! Finish.

Please, monsieur, it's important that I find her.

I'm sorry. I cannot help you.

What's going on?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Excuse me, monsieur.

I think your friend's still in Nice. I saw her in the market last week.

Oh, thank you, mademoiselle.

Michelle!

Michelle!

Michelle!

There you are.

What time will you be home?

I got to meet a flight from New York, so should be around 10:00.

Okay. Just soup and salad, all right?

Sounds marvelous.

- Bye. - Bye-bye.

Come to mommy.

Quickly.

Michelle.

Sylvie, darling, you remember

I told you one day your papa would come back.

Now he has. This is papa.

Hello, Sylvie.

Never mind.

- I'd given up hope. - I hadn't.

I knew it was just a question of waiting, then finding you.

Did you get any of my letters?

I wrote 27 times.

Not one. Where did you send them?

Your father's house in Paris.

Bet my lovely stepmother enjoyed reading those.

I didn't know where on earth to write to you.

Why don't we have some lunch?

Sylvie and I have to go home.

Home?

Does home mean you're Mrs. someone or other?

No, nothing like that.

But I do live with Garry.

He's been very kind to us.

- He's quite old. He's 32. - I see.

Paul, what can I say?

I had to leave my job.

That man Bellancourt?

Garry used to come to the shop. He rescued us really.

He knows all about you. Everything.

How I've been waiting all this time.

So what am I supposed to do?

Come to dinner tonight. Meet him.

Then you'll absolutely understand how it is.

Oh, no.

Well, all right. What time?

About 7:00.

Garry will be interested to meet you.

Where do you live?

Rue Dauphine, not very far.

- Hello. - Hello.

You look so smart.

Thought I better not let you down.

Come in. Garry's with Sylvie.

- Like some wine? - Oh, thanks.

It's very nice, isn't it?

Yes.

We like it.

Thanks.

Sit down.

I'd rather stand.

How did he take it?

Garry? Oh, fine.

He just said he'd heard so much about you,

it would be nice to meet you.

Garry's reading to her.

She's mad about Red Riding Hood.

I'm glad he's so good to her.

On, he's very kind, really.

You seem quite fond of him.

I am... quite fond of him.

- You look absolutely marvelous. - Oh, no, I don't.

I didn't have time to ch...

Well, you do.

Hi.

Well, it's great meeting you, Paul.

I've heard an awful lot about you.

Micky looking after you all right?

Got enough wine? Good. Good.

Here. Let me take your jacket.

I'll give you a hand.

And get rid of your tie.

Make you feel more at home.

Well, Micky tells me you're going to university soon.

Yes, the Sorbonne.

Oh, that's right. Your home's in Paris.

That's great.

Mmm.

Oh, Micky... Sylvie wants to say good night.

- Why don't you come, too? - All right.

Paul, I hope you don't mind my saying this.

You've got a beautiful daughter.

Thanks.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

Hello, Sylvie.

It'll take a little time.

Come on now. It's time to go to sleep.

Good night, Sylvie.

And what about a kiss for papa?

Good night, Sylvie.

How about some more, Paul? There's plenty.

Oh, thanks.

The Mother Superior tells me you're a dab hand at making pastry.

She always wanted other people