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AMERICANS IN MONTECARLO

Is there anyone? - The shutters are closed.

Is there anyone?

There is no one, the Dubois they have gone on a trip.

- On a trip? - And what do I do now with this child?

- Keep taking care of him, I'm afraid. - What will my mother say when she comes back?

- Hey! Ma'am! Ma'am! - What happens?

Know if they have relatives to whom we can leave the child?

The child?

Yes, I am the nanny's daughter. His parents have not paid the pension.

She has a father but they are angry.

Angry or not, it's his grandfather. Does he know where he lives?

In Paris. I think on the 23rd or 25th or 27, Carrer Cardinet.

And what is it called?

Wait, it's something like Max Lonloy, Max Leloy ...

- Max Elloy. - Max Elloy? Thank you, ma'am.

- Excuse me, Mr. Max Elloy? - Third right.

Marinette, I have an idea. I better upload it.

Do you think?

I will give you long. With me, it will be faster.

Hello? I am Max Elloy.

Ah, it's you, Antoine.

Come on, what are you waiting for?

The boss is furious. We leave in 15 minutes.

Yes, I know the schedule. You've told me a hundred times.

No, he won't be late!

Yes. Yes, perfect.

No, I won't forget anything.

Hey, I sure forgot!

I don't even know in which hotel we stayed.

Now what?

- Hello, sir. - Hello.

- Mr. Max Elloy? - Yes, it's me.

Well take.

- What is this? -Her grandson.

- My grandson? "Is Mrs. Dubois your daughter?"

- Yes. -And he has a son.

- Yes. - Well, here it is.

And why ...?

Her daughter and son-in-law are gone Travel. So we bring it to you.

What do you want me to do? I've never cared for him.

Something will occur to him. I've already done my part.

Goodbye, '' grandfather ''.

Grandfather?

Oh well...

For once I see you you arrive at a bad time.

Oh how you have changed since you were born!

Oh, you won't cry, will you?

But you are already almost a little man.

You know what? I'm going on tour and Ventura He doesn't want us to carry company.

No women, no family, no children.

You can't risk losing my place. Do you understand? Tell me, do you understand?

But what am I going to do with you?

We speak to you from Lyon Station, with the Ray Ventura orchestra.

In a few minutes, this nice formation and its boss

they will travel to the Côte d'Azur, to perform at the Jazz Festival

what will take place in a week in Monte Carlo.

I give the floor to Ray Ventura.

Watch out for the double bass! It is fragile, they are not bricks.

Do not worry. If necessary, I will ask for your help.

To me? A man of talent? An artist?

- Do you take me for a porter? - What?

The singer of our orchestra, Philippe Versaine.

Delighted, Philippe Versaine. Tell me one thing.

When he sings, he thinks about all women or just one?

Only one.

- Brunette? - Blonde.

- Married? - Not yet.

-Is it indiscreet to ask her name? - Jacqueline!

What are her new songs titled?

"Good morning, darling." "You are the only one in the world."

"My heart belongs to you." "I would die without you."

Extraordinary interview with Philippe Versaine.

- Who is that energy? - I don't know, Daddy.

Goes up.

May I?

Now that he knows my best soloist, Philippe Versaine,

I present to you my main collaborator.

What about me? Am I not the main one?

Antoine Lacassagne, our stage manager.

And occasional singer, acrobat some nights

and diverse instrumentalist. In short, the man band.

- Mr. Ventura! - What about me? They don't photograph me?

'' Man orchestra '', warn everyone that we will leave in a few minutes.

And also a cook.

You can see that in a blacksmith's house, wood knife.

Membership is not worth it of the SNCF Administrative Council.

- I'm sorry, administrator. - What a deal.

You know very well that I have migraines.

It's not worth being vice president of the Automobile Club.

I'm sorry, Mr. Vice President.

- Can I give you some advice? - Yes, Councilor.

- Find me another compartment. - There are none, unfortunately.

The Jazz Festival brings us headlong.

It's not worth being the president of the French Festival Committee.

- Mr. President, believe me ... - It's enough.

- Your poor mother is not going to hit. - I? But if I sleep in any ...

I say you won't sleep! This is how they treat the Chatenay-Maillard!

-When he was head of protocol ... - Yes, station chief?

What station chief?

There it is! Dad is off to his own thing.

- I'm going to buy the newspaper. - Yes, yes.

You are very pretty, but everyone must get on the train.

Wait a minute! I was buying a detective novel.

There is no time, let's go. I will tell you a good novel.

No, no! It's not time to eat chocolate.

- Listen, honey, I have to go. - Why can't I come with you?

Because we promised the boss do not mix work and private life.

No, Igor, this is not the time. Excuse me, ma'am. Everyone to the train.

Won't you give me a kiss?

Ok, that's it.

Pretend you don't know me. My father is in a bad mood.

Come down for a moment in Dijon. We have to talk, in private.

It won't be easy. He's already furious For the change of schedule.

If he suspects it's because of you he's going to go crazy.

Give me your address in Monte Carlo and I will give you ...

62 francs, sir.

They're all here, boss.

Only Max Elloy and that I have called him a hundred times.

- Well come on, all of you go upstairs. - Come on, to the wagons!

Hearing gentlemen, the orchestra Ray Ventura is already on board.

The train will leave immediately and we wish you a safe trip.

Thank you, see you soon.

Reviewer!

Reviewer!

- Sir? - Is it my compartment?

- Yes, number 11. - So what is this?

- It's a baby. - I see, what are you doing here?

I don't know, sir.

Surely someone has been confused and now he's looking for it.

- Go find out. - Right away, sir. Right away.

- Oh, my friend! I almost missed the train. - Yes.

I've barely had time to jump to the last wagon.

- Antoine? - Yes.

- Ah, here you are. - Boss, I must explain ...

Later. Look what happened to me.

Behold.

- It's a baby. - I've already realized that.

- How cute! - What a beauty!

What a charm!

-Oh, she has a paper on her back. - A piece of paper?

- "For Mr. Ventura." - For me?

'' Mr. Ventura, I entrust my son to you. His father is a musician in his orchestra.

Until now I have hidden the existence of the baby,

but I no longer have the means to raise it.

Take pity on him. A desperate mother. ''

- What does this mean? - Wow!

Someone has to confess.

- Philippe? - I swear not, boss.

- Eduardo? - Boss, I'm married.

What a reason!

Surely it is not. I only have girls.

Well gentlemen his silence condemns this child.

We will hand it over to the authorities. And you know what that means.

But boss, it's too cruel.

Please wait a few days. The poor boy is not to blame.

Tell me, I'll take care of it personally.

Excuse me, boss. A child is a nuisance.

And usually it is the director who takes care of all the inconvenience.

Carefully, carefully.

See how he smiles at me.

Sir! Mr. Ventura!

No passenger has lost a child.

It does not matter. We already know who it belongs to.

- Who? - To the whole orchestra.

Porter lady!

- Madam gatekeeper! - What happens?

We should talk right now.

What hours to call ... What happens?

I was the one who came with a friend today. We delivered a baby to Mr. Max Elloy.

I've called, but no one is there.

- I have to get that boy back. - Why?

I was confused as a child and ... well, it would take a long time to explain.

- The lord is gone. - How? Has he gone?

Is she not coming back?

Within 15 days. She is in Monte Carlo with the Ventura Orchestra.

And has she taken the child?

Yes, he wanted to confide it to me. But like I told you,

I have enough with cats, dogs ...

- Bye, miss. - Bye.

Sorry, excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am. I will not have another bottle to borrow?

No, I only have one. But if you don't mind waiting ...

Yes, thank you.

Excuse me Ma'am, do you have diapers? They don't fit for our baby.

Does anyone have a bib?

A bib, what nonsense!

- You won't have a safety pin? - Do not.

- But I can lend you my brooch. - Oh very well.

- And you don't know whose it is? - No! It is like a miracle.

- I'd like to see it. Is he handsome? - It is adorable.

- You wouldn't believe it ... - Nerd. My mother.

- It's dangerous that he's up there. - But if I don't take my eye off him.

Dangerous for those who sleep below. Also, the boss entrusted it to me.

- Up here has more air. - You scare him, don't you see?

Come with me, come.

- You scare him with your accent. - He's much happier with me.

Here, guys. A baby bottle. There is still milk inside.

You have washed the nipple, right?

Here, it's Jacqueline's brooch.

- Here you have diapers for 15 days. - Very good, that's nice.

Guys! You will like sardines in oil?

You want a kick in the ass?

For once I am absent for two days.

For once I ask you for something.

- Do you realize what you've done? - Yes, mom.

Confused as a baby? What were you thinking?

You idiot! Lizard! I know what I say. Walking.

And he had to be the most valuable child.

The one who had sworn that I would watch day and night.

Can you tell me what to do now?

I don't know.

- I'll call the police. - Oh yeah?

To make a scandal?

So that they close the place to me? Is that all you can think of?

- You're an idiot! - Yes, mom.

- What do you want me to do, then? - You will take the first train to Monte Carlo.

- It's okay, mom. - Once you get there,

you look for the Ventura orchestra and you bring the child, without anyone knowing.

- But I could lose my job. - For what you earn, what difference does it make!

- Mom ... - And remember well what I say.

Or you go back with the child or you do not enter here.

- Let's go! - Yes, but mom ...

Wait, wait. Joseph, tell us: '' Hello, dads! ''

Joseph is a waiter's name. Joseph, a '' chateaubriand ''!

The boss wants you to go out to the terrace to rehearse.

- We are looking for a name for the child. - A name?

Surely his name is Baptistain.

- Baptistain? - Yes.

It's a marseille gangster name.

- What do you think of Andr? - Nerd. Marcel!

- Albert! - Listen.

We will let the child choose his name.

- Albert? - Raphael?

Will you?

He touches me.

Baptistain? Cuchi, cuchi, cuchi ...

Sorry. I will try it too.

- I'm sure his name is Nicol�s. - Ahead.

Nicolás? My little Nicholas?

I told you his name was Baptistain! Come on, go out and rehearse!

Don't worry, Nicol�s. It will only be 15 days of vacation.

The trumpet and the trombone.

And the violin. Take all your positions.

Come on, come on, quick.

Everyone ready? Well let's go there.

What is that? What is that sound?

What does that do to your trombone?

Excuse me, boss. It is because the child is sleeping.

- Do you confess that you are the father? - No, boss, it's not me.

OK lets start.

- What about Max Elloy? - Yeah, what's up?

Stop

Max, it's your turn to enter on the eighth measure.

Excuse me, boss, I was thinking.

Stop everything, gentlemen. Max Elloy '' thinks ''.

Yes, I was thinking about the future of this child.

Someone has to think of him.

We will have time to think.

I wonder what he will do When it is older.

When you find out, come find me. It is impossible to rehearse under conditions.

- We don't rehearse any more? - Do not.

How does the boss get? What Max says is true.

It's very important. What will that baby do when he grows up?

We always feel restless when choosing a career.

Does not hug like we hug our grandfather.

- Reflection is needed. - Vocation.

- Conviction. - It's not nonsense.

- Let's think. - Let's think.

- Let's think. - Let's think.

I know a magnificent profession. Almost an apostolate.

Also, it is honorary.

I already have it: nougat vendor!

No, it's the profession of those who protect

to honest people of the peddlers,

and that also support the widow and defend the orphan.

Eureka! Attorney!

- Lawyer? - Why not?

Lawyer? No, everything but that.

Everything but that.

A lawyer is dark and sad. I would prefer a general.

- General? - Everything but that!

Everything, everything but that.

-I propose that he be a dentist. - No, that hurts a lot.

- Why not a doctor? - That's not healthy.

-And if he's a poet? - What nonsense!

He may be a traveler. Or a diver.

It would be better to be an acrobat.

Everything but that. Everything, everything but that.

You can tell that he is an artist. He is made to sing at the opera.

'I will surprise you singing' 'Tosca'!

Everything, everything but that.

At this time, you have to be a civil servant.

No thanks, there are too many.

- I'll be a minister. - It's not an ordinary thing.

Or even President of the Republic.

Everything but that. Everything, everything but that.

- Sport will exalt your youth. -I propose that he be a boxer.

- Anything but that. - Everything, everything but that.

- A boxer has to fit in. - Well then, cashier.

- A banker gets rich. -� He does not care!

- Cache maker? - We don't care!

- Elevator lift? - What about your sister?

It would be more correct to be an archbishop.

Everything but that. Everything, everything but that.

- Love is the best of riches. - Then it must be done.

So I would have many women in her arms.

Everything, everything but that.

Shoemaker?

Everything but that.

Tailor?

Cook?

G�nster?

Well, why not just musician?

Everything but that. Everything, everything but that.

It is the last profession in the world.

But what has that baby done to him?

Everything, everything, everything, everything

anything but that.

- Watch out for the child. - I do get out of a car, right?

Wait for us here.

I tell you to be careful!

Listen, Max, I'm done that you don't like any babysitter.

The first had dirty hands, the second didn't smell good, the third ...

Next time we are going to see, Mrs. Bindinelli,

I plan to leave the child alone.

- But... - No "buts".

- It's here. - Wait.

Leave me alone!

- Mrs Bindinelli? - It's me, sir.

Go ahead, come in.

Shut up or I'll slap you! If you continue, you will meet your father!

Oh, but what a handsome bambino! Is it yours?

No, we just want to find you a babysitter for a few days.

Excuse me, may I?

Here it will be great. I have twelve children.

And I create two others they are not mine.

If you keep crying, I slap you!

Excuse me, but I must ask you the father's name.

- For the police. - The father, huh?

I understand. He has no father.

What's up! Parents are not lacking. He is eighteen.

Eighteen?

- Well, tell me the mother's name. - The thing is...

He still has no mother.

I do not agree. I will not leave the child here.

- It's a filthy place. - Unclean?

Why is it so rude?

And how is it that the child has no mother?

- It's a boy who appeared on the train. - Do not tell me.

Oh shit. A cop.

A cop?

Show me the papers.

- We have left the papers ... - At the hotel.

Yes, at the hotel. We have come with light clothing.

You are very kind. We will come later.

See you soon.

What strange customers!

- It's here. - Are you sure?

In the agency they are always very precise, Mr. Walters.

This is the babysitter his wife I trusted the baby two months ago

when I arrived in Paris.

You have to act quickly. When the filming is done,

Melissa will go back to Hollywood. As I will stay in Europe,

is the only way to prevent let her take it away.

Let me in. You are prepared.

- What do you want? - Talk to the babysitter.

It's me, sir.

I want to see the boy who entrusted him star Melissa Farrell.

- Who are you? - A friend of the family.

- Where's Johnny? -He's out for a walk.

- Then wait. - Let me explain.

- Explain yourself. - Then they'll take him to the doctor.

- And then they'll go shopping for clothes. - And then?

To buy a Christmas tree and play a game of poker?

- I swear... - Tell me the truth.

- What right? -That his mother has come to look for him.

Yes, it is true.

-How did she guess? - Nothing escapes me.

I also know another thing. He will go to the United States.

- It's possible. - He told you the day of his departure.

- No! - You lie!

- Sir, I told you what I knew. -No, he hasn't said everything.

Let go of me! It hurts me!

'' I have arrived in Monte Carlo. I have found the Ventura Orchestra.

I will retrieve the child when I arrive the right time. Marinette. ''

You wanted to send me to Hollywood? Well, I prefer the Côte d'Azur.

- Sir ... -I appreciate her kindness.

- What about Johnny? Is he not here? - His wife took it.

- What I was afraid of. -But I know where he is.

- Where? - In Montecarlo, with the Ventura Orchestra.

In Monte Carlo? With an orchestra? Let's go!

Scene 256, take 25.

Not even the devil himself would you ask my permission

to marry my sister Helen.

But ... I love her!

I know. I already know what love is.

You?

I know you think I'm a girl but I see all his maneuvers,

how he walks ...

And I'm just a girl

A girl? It's over, I won't roll anymore!

Find another actress to read this idiocy of text!

My patience has run out!

Hello, my little popcorn, how are you?

What happens to my preciousness? Give it to your agent, doll.

You want to know what Does your little doll tell you?

- Do not. - Good!

Tell the truth. It is not mediocrity from the movie what makes you like that.

Exactly.

They have told you that you husband is in Paris.

My husband matters so little to me like my first bra!

Do not tell me.

That is not what worries me. But I'm afraid he'll get Johnny back.

It is impossible! Be safer than in the Elysee Palace.

I swear to you, popcorn. Come on let's go. The movie is almost finished.

- Only a few scenes are missing. - Are you sure there is no risk?

None. If you do not believe me, call the babysitter.

- That's what I'm going to do. - Then dress quickly.

I will go to the set to let them know that your anger has passed.

Miss? Give me 123 Le Vesinet, please.

Come back soon! I have arranged everything.

I will return to the scene.

Come on, mount the lights.

Yes, ma'am, he was here. I was forced to hand it over to him.

Yes.

But what happens? Melissa! What about your dress?

Melissa! Where are you going? This is amazing!

Melissa!

Listen to me, listen to me!

- Get out of the way. - What, Melissa?

You said i was safer than in the Elysee Palace.

I advise you to notify the President for him to flee immediately.

Something has happened to him to Johnny?

A little thing of nothing, yes. They've kidnapped him!

- But who? - My husband. The nanny has confessed.

- I'm sorry, Melissa. - Why?

Why did I listen to you heartless trickster?

Wait, my dear. I am not a trickster without heart. I am your agent.

Don't forget that you owe me everything.

I was the one who made you. Only me.

You have also ruined my happiness.

You only speak of happiness! I am talking about your future!

Millions of people adore you because you symbolize innocence.

And purity. What are they going to say if they find out that you are married

and you are 24 years old and have a little boy?

- I don't care, I love my son. - And I want you to finish the movie!

- You're going to sink my career! - You don't have a career!

- Melissa! Where are you going? - To Monte Carlo.

- Why Monte Carlo? - Because Rudy's in Monte Carlo.

- What do you say? - I'll explain it to you.

Stand back, you're too nervous to drive.

Hurry up!

Only trumpets remain.

- Well, give me a rattle. - They've finished.

Won't I have a duckling?

I'm sorry, but for minors two years, there is nothing left.

But what happens? Is there a vacation colony?

- Surely, ma'am. - Thank you anyway.

No, ma'am, there are no tacat�s left.

- He also wanted a playground. - There is no.

- And some doll? - They are gone.

We had many models, but the We all took them to the '' Hotel de Paris ''.

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Stop nagging! It's my room, don't forget it.

Sorry, but also It is the child's room.

All the more reason not to make noise. They'll end up kicking us out.

Come on, play!

Silence!

It's not that hard!

- Max! - What?

You asked the babysitter to prepare the porridge?

More than ten times. Besides, I don't like that babysitter.

If the boss has hired her, What more do you want?

Finally!

- The baby food. - The papillita ...

But it will be clumsy!

Children do not eat anything when They are surrounded by so many people.

- I'd better take him to the office. - Has she gone crazy?

Please bring me immediately another tray!

- Sir ... - Another tray, I said!

Another tray, come on!

Come on, Max, if you treat her like that, it will go away.

I can do the same than her, right, Nicol�s?

She is pretty.

Hello? Reception? Hit me with room 343, please.

Shut up!

Hello?

Hello, here reception. Mr. Ventura He wants you to come down to the lobby right now.

-Who is he? - Tell us who it is.

- They are going to introduce you to the prince. - The prince?

He is the boss, he is waiting downstairs.

It seems that the prince wants to meet us.

The prince of Monaco!

He has scared me.

He decided to stay, knowing that you were coming back ...

Are you free to take care of him?

- Of the little boy? - No, the big one.

The great Antoine. Antoine, that's my name.

And what is your name?

Marinette.

I will compose a song for you. A song for Marinette.

- Where are you going, gentlemen? - To see the prince ... oh, sorry!

- What prince? - The prince of Monaco.

It was you who called us for presentation.

Definitely, that boy has driven them crazy.

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

You open a horizon for me

full of new joys.

Yes, my love.

Even the smallest concern

I want to share it with you too.

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

Because when you show up, the sun shines.

We will always be like lovers

with a single destination for both of us.

It was a good idea bring a tape recorder.

So we can listen to each other all day. During the bath, in bed ...

I have something to say for when you wake up.

Wake up, my love.

Your fiance is coming to kiss your lips.

He touches me.

My beloved Philippe, you are the man of my life.

- If you want to use the boat, it's free. - Oh thank you.

- Hey, the boat! - They just got on.

Save it for next time.

I spoke to them vaguely of our plans to my parents.

Did they take it well?

I only spoke to my mother, but as she does not hide anything from my father ...

- Does it have influence over him? - A lot.

A jazz singer? Never!

A Chatenay-Maillard can only marry a diplomat,

a first class prefect or a winner of the '' Goncourt '' award.

Listen, sir ...

Forget it, daughter! And tell that young man:

'' Yes, my love. It is dad who is right '!

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

The soup is not very good. You will already eat chips.

Eat, my love.

Handsome and heavy. Who knows what the hell is wrong with him!

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

You are very stubborn. But there are limits.

Eat, my love. ��am, �am, the rich porridge!

I tell you, I have had enough.

- I have the impression that you don't like it. - I may be sleepy.

- You have to bring him something else. - He prefers to drive us crazy.

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

There, she has a leak!

- Yes, my love! - You have the right to be stubborn.

But I'll give you a little cachetito, cuckoo!

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

You open a horizon for me

full of new joys.

Yes, my love.

Even the smallest concern

I want to share it with you too.

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

Because when you show up,

the sun shines.

We will always be like lovers

with a single destination for both of us.

Soon we will start a family.

I want a boy first.

I prefer a girl.

Why not both, While we are together?

Yes, my love. It is you who is right.

We will fill the house with at least a dozen.

Yes, my love.

We will love each other forever ...

- What's wrong with him? What is wrong with him? - Well, he doesn't like it.

You need to take the baby food.

- The compote. - Lemon juice.

- Why not a lamb stew? - You don't know anything about this.

According to all the doctors, she must drink his mother's milk.

- You're not going to give it to him. - No milk, it's not healthy!

Yes, my love.

It is you who is right.

- You're so cute. - Especially when you dream.

Sleep, my love. Smile with our stories.

It is you who is right.

Goodnight.

At your service, ma'am.

- I'm Rudy Walters. - Of course. Everybody knows him.

I can be on the same floor Than Miss Melissa Farrell?

I'm sorry, but Miss Farrell he is not staying at this hotel.

- But is Ray Ventura here? - Yes, Ray Ventura and the whole orchestra.

Get me close to them. I love music!

I notify you that they have a baby. that makes a lot of noise.

- I adore children. - Very good, sir.

Find out with what name my wife has registered.

- Any mail for me? - Yes, Mr. Ventura. One moment.

Thanks.

If they ask for me, I will be with the musicians in the pool.

Good, Mr. Ventura.

Hello, Ray Ventura?

I am Rudy Walters.

Nice to meet you. He has come to listen to a concert on the Côte d'Azur?

I'm not on vacation.

I still haven't been able to. Don't think it's easy.

- Haven't you had a way to get it back? - But, Mom, listen ...

Naturally, the lady is in Monte Carlo, having fun!

Lizard! Fix them as you want,

but the child must be here tomorrow morning.

I'll try. Right now they are in the pool.

I hope I can take it to the end.

Yes, yes, already ...

- Do not get too close to the pool. - Yes, sir.

- But don't stray too far either. - No, sir.

- But listen, I do do my job. - I have no right to give you advice?

What if I told you that this child is mine? It would surprise you, huh?

What if I told him that he is the son of an American? Would you believe it?

Hi, Marinette.

Oh, how cute!

"But for whom did he take me?" - Sorry.

I stay with the babysitter and you with the child.

Marinette!

Who is this cute little thing?

I already know the game. They've already done it to me.

Tell me, Marinette, instead of taking care of the children of another,

Wouldn't you rather have one of your own?

- That takes two people. - One two.

I was referring to the mayor and the court clerk.

That's a lot of people. For these things, I prefer to be intimate.

Quiet there!

- They're going to drive me crazy! - That's good for the kids.

Has anyone asked for your qualifications?

I have had them in hand and they are wonderful.

The boss. There is no way to get you out of here.

- You have been very kind. Until the night. - Until tonight.

Come with me.

- Antoine! - Boss?

- Get everyone together. - Yes, boss.

Reunion!

- Philippe! - I'm going!

-Have you seen who she was with? - Do not.

- Rudy Walters. - The concert artist?

And do you know what he asked me? Let us play tonight on his yacht.

I have accepted on his behalf.

- Hip, hip ... - Hurray!

- What about the child? What about him? - You can stay with Marinette.

- Marinette! - Marinette!

- Where is Marinette? - Marinette!

I very much doubt that we are tomorrow at Le Vesinet.

Come on, let's go.

Yes, I'm here on business extremely important.

Excuse me, duty calls me. I would have preferred to continue with you.

- Doesn't lose shape, huh? - It's what I do best.

I heard.

- The concert thing has worked. - Ah, bravo!

- Now there is only the easiest part. - I'll keep you entertained and while ...

Of course! I take care of the child.

No, miss, no. Mr. Philippe Versaine is not here.

They're all on a yacht giving a concert.

- But there is a message for you. - A message for me?

Yes, Cinette. The weather is splendid.

Until the end of the month. Yes, with dad and mom.

How nice!

We will leave the hotel at midnight. I'll come see you first.

I bet you a mink coat that Jacqueline is not out tonight.

He misses me, he goes out every night. Jacqueline!

- That's all. - Jacqueline!

Jacqueline, are you going out tonight?

No, I have migraines tonight. I prefer to lie down.

- Good night, mom. - Good night, sweetie.

Good night, dad.

And now I bet you another coat from mink to coming out anyway.

And now we go on the way to Le Vesinet.

Marinette!

Mr. Antoine? Has she already returned?

Yes, I have only helped the musicians to get the instruments on the yacht.

What are you doing with him in the hall?

A suitcase? Where was she going?

- No, he was going out to get some fresh air. - The air?

With a suitcase? Will you please to put this child to bed right now.

Come on! But what is this?

It is very suspicious.

Mr. Antoine, I will explain everything.

I hope so! And the open door!

Now I want to know the whole truth.

Well you see, this boy ...

it's mine.

But what does it say?

- Is she Baptistain's mother? - Yes.

- And the father is one of us? - Yes.

She expected him to confess it,

but before his silence and indifference, I was leaving here, desperate.

Tell me the name of that scoundrel right now.

- If I told you, you wouldn't believe it. - Yes, I will believe it, I swear.

Who is it?

- Well, it's ... - Who?

- Is... - Who?

It's Ray Ventura.

Oh God, what a mess!

Come on, don't worry. I'm here to fix everything.

- Do you believe? - I do?

We will make a big decision about his future ...

and a glass of brandy.

- Sir! Where are you going with that child? - I'll explain.

I sleep next door and the child was crying,

so he took it to his babysitter.

Thank you, sir. You don't have to bother.

Oh, poor thing! You need a mom.

- Dad! - Yes, dad.

What are you doing here in this room from hotel, at this time,

with a child in her arms?

You see, i come to take care of this baby

-During the absence of her parents. - What?

That is to say, of her father. She is at a gala.

What father? What gala?

-His father is in the Ventura Orchestra. - What about your mother?

I ask you who her mother is.

Who is she and where is she?

You won't tell me that is he the son of your jazz singer?

Yes, dad.

-He's our son. - Your son?

Wretched! Listen Jacqueline I don't want to go over there

but it's hard for me to imagine you in the role of mother.

Want it or not, this son is your grandson.

And you dare tell me now? Before that, we will have to confirm it.

If you think I will give my daughter to a mountebank. How do you know him?

- Talk! - It is very simple. I met him ...

Where did you meet Ventura?

- At the flea market in Paris. - And were they engaged?

As everyone.

- When were they going to get married? - Soon.

And did you leave it lying?

Yes, in an insensitive way.

Oh, boss! I would never have imagined it from you.

Don't worry, Marinette. I'll take her place.

- I'll stay with you and the baby. - What?

- I am in love with you. - Mr. Antoine!

- Hyde Park? - Yes, it is in London, England.

I already knew, thank you.

Remember that I insisted on staying home. You got mad and everything.

No, but it didn't seem normal to me for a girl to spend so much time

at her parents' house. And he was right.

You always said that young people must travel.

Now I regret it.

Hyde Park.

Are you not ashamed? A Chatenay-Maillard?

I don't believe a single word. Come home right now.

Now go up to the room and don't move from there.

- Don't tell anyone. - It's a secret between us.

Baptistain!

I have found this child and he took it to his babysitter.

Thanks for your kindness. But what has been believed?

If the breeze

suddenly intoxicates me,

it's because I love you.

If you think

that my hand is shaking,

it's because I love you.

Your caresses seem to me

the supreme joy.

In your lips, relentlessly, I see

the very love.

I love you.

As it clears

the trace of the days,

every time I adore you more.

Our tenderness is always reborn

like the dawn.

Only you have all the charms.

Only you understand my tears.

What do I care about the world

and the storm that echoes?

What does it matter?

I still love you.

If the breeze intoxicates me suddenly,

it's because I love you.

If you think that my hand is shaking,

it's because I love you.

What does it matter?

I still love you.

Thanks a lot. The concert is over.

For your next bout of melancholy, call us again.

Gentlemen.

You are sick!

- Are you having fun in Monte Carlo? - Yes, thank you ...

I was looking for him. There's no sign of Mrs. Farrell.

Won't you tell me that the child has come alone?

Nerd. But i can assure you that his wife is not in Monte Carlo.

- Are you sure? - Totally.

She there she has it. From now on, I dispense with her services.

- Where's Johnny? - I'll have you arrested.

- Kidnapper! - Give me back my son!

Melissa! Please, sir.

You trickster peddler of sonatas!

There are no clinics mental for yours.

It's Melissa Farrell, the '' star '' of the cinema.

Very funny!

One more word and I assure you that

I will tell your audience what it is to be married to a man like you.

Darling!

- Do you want a personal dedication? - Yes.

What if I put: '' From her friend, Melissa Farrell ''?

What happens?

They are Melissa Farrell and Rudy Walters. They are signing autographs.

Come on, little one, let's ask you for one.

- Take the key. - Thanks.

- In order, please. - Excuse me, excuse me.

For my little Nicholas, by the time I am 20 years old.

- Get out of the way, will you? - Do you want to shut up?

Yeah, I'm coming, boss.

There, he called me. What a story!

- Ahead. I wait for you in the garden. - But what am I going to tell your father?

- The same as me. - It might kill me.

-No, you're the father of his grandson. - Well, if you say so, I'll go.

Farewell, mother of my son!

Farewell, father of my baby!

I'm not so sure about that.

Believe me, if that boy has committed a foolish thing,

I'll be the first to try to repair it.

- I don't want any repairs! - So what do you want?

I know what!

Ahead.

Philippe, I think it's time to introduce you to Mr. Chatenay-Maillard.

He has told me things that I don't even want to believe.

- You and your daughter have ... - Yes, boss.

- So, the boy is ...? - Yes, boss.

How could you lie like that?

I couldn't leave him alone. And I was scared ...

that you hire to another singer.

Do you understand me?

He allows Me to interrupt this little family scene?

Tell me about his family, young man.

- I'm an orphan. - Not bad.

�Has at least acceptable ancestors?

There is only actors in your family?

No, but i have an uncle who is a prison director.

Enough! Shut up when I speak!

When someone looks up before a Chatenay-Maillard,

see someone exploring virgin territories.

We jump from the stratosphere We climb inaccessible peaks, whatever,

but at least once a month they talk of you in '' Le Figaro '' or '' Mode ''.

Oh, in '' Cinemode '' I was highly praised.

Shut up! �''Cinemode ''?

Let's imagine that you are my son-in-law.

Let's imagine that you are my son-in-law. Where am I going to seat you when you dine with

the pasha of Marrakech or the governor of the Bank of France?

Does he want to tell me? Where?

Sir, I'm not asking for anything!

Yeah, sure. I didn't know who my daughter was. This was not planned, was it?

No, sir, no. That would be too easy.

- He will marry Jacqueline. - It is the only thing I ask of you.

- Really? - Of course.

May I know who will be your witness?

Since my daughter will be accompanied no doubt the mayor of London and ...

Me.

Perfect.

Perfect, I see that everything was planned.

I prefer to retire. Will let you know my decision very soon, young man.

In the meantime, I ask that does not leave the Principality

and keep it available of "my justice".

Wow, you made it good.

- He's a very pretty boy, isn't he? - I know, I'm his grandfather.

- Oh yeah? Me too. - Which side?

-For her mother's. - Impossible, that square is mine.

If you pretend to be grandpa, it can only be on the father's side.

On that side, Grandpa is dead.

Oh, excuse me.

- That's right. - No, sir, I think you're wrong ...

Not at all, he clearly has the features that characterize our family.

- I'll take it. - Sir, leave the child, it's mine!

- No! It belongs to my daughter. - No, it's mine!

Mr. Agent!

- What is it? - This man wants to take my boy.

It's not yours, it's mine!

I know him. I wanted to hire my wife as a babysitter.

He said he didn't know his father.

Roland Chatenay-Maillard, Honorary President of the Shooting Club,

commissioner of the Monte Carlo Rally and benefactor member

of the Principality Police Corps.

The papers.

Antoine? Antoine?

Antoine, gather your companions.

We already know who it is the child's father.

That's great, boss. What a detail.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing. Nothing.

- Why are you looking at me like that? - I'm happy, very happy.

Chief!

- Boss, they took it from me. - What do you say?

A certain Chatenay-Maillard has taken to the boy, saying that she was his grandfather.

- So what? - So what?

- It's the truth. - What?

She is his grandfather.

Obviously. He is Jacqueline's father.

And Jacqueline has confessed to being the child's mother.

Jacqueline?

Please gather all his toys and take them to Philippe's room.

- Why Philippe? - Why? Because he is the father!

It is impossible! This is a joke!

- Let me tell you ... - No, no, don't complicate everything.

And Marinette?

- Have you lied to me? - Marinette?

Marinette confessed to me last night that she was the child's mother.

It is impossible! This is a joke! I will tell you everything ...

She closes her beak.

- Marinette laughed at you. - Do not.

- Of course I do. Now you will see. - What are we going to see?

- Philippe! - Yes?

- What is it? - Philippe, my little Philippe.

Your friends doubt your word. Tell them the truth.

Come on.

The truth.

Well ... it was a lie.

Yes, it was Jacqueline's thing, to advance our marriage.

I apologize, Mr. Ventura.

I already told you that the mother is Marinette!

It's a lie! They are idiots.

There is only one mother.

And I know her well her because she is my daughter.

Yeah, yeah, he's the drummer's grandson.

- She is my daughter! -This is Marinette!

- My daughter! -Okay, she's your daughter, we already know.

Listen, Max, you're tired. It will be good for you to rest for a while.

Do you think I'm going to leave Nicol�s in the hands of that Chatenay-Maillard?

- You are wrong! I'll go get it! - Calm down!

- The mother is my daughter! - Okay, it's your daughter.

Poor Max. Now it occurs to him that he is Baptistain's grandfather.

Well the topic begins to get tired.

- I heard the child was stolen. - He's just in time.

- Explain yourself. - Explain to me?

Yes, Marinette, tell Mr. Ventura what you confessed to me last night.

Mr. Ventura, I am the mother.

And surely Mr. Ventura knows better than anyone who is the father.

- What? Me? - I'd better leave them alone.

Discretion.

- But what does this mystery mean? - I'll tell you everything.

- The father of my child is ... - Come on, say it!

- It's Antoine. - Antoine?

He doesn't get mad at him. Did not want say anything before we get married.

-He was so embarrassed. "Well, he made fun of me!"

Forgive him, Mr. Ventura.

He did not know that I would leave the baby in his compartment.

- But now, it's all settled. - Do you think so?

I don't want to bother you anymore. If you want,

- I will return to Paris with my son. - An excellent idea.

- Antoine? - Boss?

- Do not worry. I will be the best man. - Just that?

Marinette has decided to return to Paris with your Baptistain.

Reserve a compartment for tomorrow.

But she can't get lost the first day of the festival.

- It's not important. - Yes, so they can work in peace.

If they ask for me, I'll be with the Party Committee.

- Is he the one who wants to send you to Paris? - Yes, he prefers it.

- Given the situation ... - I understand.

But why did she say '' you '' Baptistain?

Because I told him that you loved me. That is why she sacrifices herself.

How brave!

But I will never tell the little one.

Me neither, Antoine. I swear to you!

- Stay here. - Why don't you want me to go?

- I want him to believe that I am the father. - I'll tell you it's mine.

I am his grandfather, because he is my daughter's son.

- Yes, yes, from your daughter. - You don't believe me? I don't think so!

Yes, she is Marinette's daughter and you are Marinette's father.

Don't move from here. I'll bring the little one to you in a bit.

And to think that you have left your son in the middle of all those acrobats.

- You could have told your mother. - No more reproaches. What's done is done.

- And what is it called? - Baptistain Nicol�s.

Nothing about that! It will be called Coentrain Seraphin Bernad.

I will ask my brother Olivier that he baptize in secret

to this little one who has arrived too soon.

She didn't expect to be a grandmother so soon.

The same happened to our ancestors in the Hundred Years War.

Ahead.

Mr. Philippe Versaine he wants you to receive it.

- Cheel it up! - Oh no.

Let him in.

Ma'am, I apologize with all my heart,

- but when they know what happened. - We don't want details.

Because of him, there is no one distinguished next to this child's crib.

Neither does the president of the Municipal Council.

I'm so sorry.

Regarding the 130 gifts what could I expect to receive

of my 130 distinguished friends, it has also run out of them.

My family is more austere.

That's it, joke, young man!

- What are you doing here? - Get my son back.

His son? Not for now the child has no father.

Luckily, he has a grandfather, I will take care of him.

- But. - In this family we do not admit "buts".

Let Coentrain sleep in peace.

- Follow me to the living room. - Coentrain?

Don't anger my father. The child must stay here.

It is not possible, we have found to the mother. She takes him to Paris.

Listen, in five minutes I'll be on the terrace. I'll give you the baby.

- Is it coming or what? - Yes, sir, I'm coming!

Let's put our feet on the ground and let's talk about practical things.

She must be wondering: When are we going to talk about the dowry?

- Not at all, sir. - I know what I say and I say it clearly.

- But sir. - Stop.

If we want to do this according to the rules of the norm and decorum.

I repeat that I do not ask for anything.

And you plan to marry my daughter with the 18,000 francs that she earns per month?

But if I win 150,000.

- �150,000? - Well yes!

150,000 francs? For singing nonsense?

It is well paid.

- Mr. Ventura is generous. - Oh yeah?

Well then, I'll live in our house. And at the beginning of each month,

I will pay one hundred thousand francs for household expenses.

Delighted, but I can't ...

- Goodbye, Philippe. - Goodbye, sir.

- Goodbye, Philippe. - Goodbye, Jacqueline.

In our world, the hand of a young woman is not kissed.

Oh yeah, it's true. She can kiss him.

Accompany the sir.

- Goodbye, Jacqueline. Goodbye, sir. - Bye.

150,000 francs.

- Are you not bringing the child? - He's going to throw it out the window at us.

- Through the window? - Come run.

Jacqueline!

Jacqueline! Jacqueline!

Slowly, carefully.

My little Nicholas ...

Come on, let's go.

It's cold. Help! Help!

Thanks. He is sure that Can you give me the child?

Consider it done. But you have to hurry.

In a few hours, I'll be away.

I thought it worked for Rudy Walters.

Yes, but since he doesn't know recognize my professional quality,

- I'd rather help Mrs. Farrell. - I understand. How much?

- One million. -550,000.

- Agree. - But I'll hand it over to me.

- Tomorrow morning at the latest. - Perfect.

Melissa? Melissa, make that face happy. You can never reproach me for anything.

- Why? Are you going to slit your throat? - Oh, sir!

Your husband's helper is going to give me your son.

- My son? - Yes.

Is Rudy going to give it to us? But where? When?

In a few hours, I will be in your arms again.

You are a sweetheart.

- But you must finish the movie. - Yes.

I could not contradict him.

By the way, the guy that I bribed ask for a lot of money.

- How much? -1,550,000.

- What? - It's about your son's life ...

You've crossed the line.

Yes, a little. She was exaggerating.

You already know me. It is my southern side.

When it comes to numbers, I have a bit of an accent.

- How much, without an accent? -1,250,000.

- Excuse me, Mr. Ventura, will you sign it? - Sure, miss. Do you have a pen?

- Here. - Thanks.

- You are next. - Agree.

- But I don't see your musicians. - It won't take long.

Take the ticket.

My God, this is robbery!

Nobody wants to believe me!

Here it is. I have reserved you a luxury compartment.

And you, Baptistain, be nice. Let your mom sleep.

Your mom? But if you're going to marry her.

- Bye, Marinette. - Goodbye, Philippe.

Good trip. Hurry up, the boss is waiting for us.

Do not worry. We will get to the festival on time.

This is a shame!

Your address in Paris?

I work near the Central Office.

- You don't have your own house? - Yes, but I have already warned that I am leaving her.

Don't worry, as soon as you come back to Paris, you can settle in with me.

You have no right!

- Come on, Antoine! - I'm coming, I'm coming!

I would like to travel with you, but I must go to the festival.

- Good trip. - Yes, thank you.

Antoine! Antoine!

Yes, I'm coming!

Okay...

- Goodbye! - Bye, Marinette.

Goodbye, Marinette.

Goodbye, friends!

Listen You, you and you, Go tell Ventura.

Pierre, Paul and you, we'll catch the car to reach the train in Nice.

What headaches you have given me, little one.

But now we are going home.

- Here it is, thief. - Mr. Max?

I thought I was going to leave that she take my child?

It's not yours, you idiot. Now I can't explain why.

Lie My grandfather heart knows which is my little Nicol�s.

- You are an idiot! - And you are an impostor!

Release the child or yell!

Help! Help!

- You want to steal my son! - Aren't you ashamed?

- Stay out of this. -Don't you see that he's going to make me cry?

I'll keep it for you, ma'am.

She is crazy! What the hell is he doing?

- What a disaster! - What disaster?

Max Elloy has uploaded to the train with the child.

- What about the others? - They came looking for him.

But do not worry, here I am.

Excuse me, sir. He has seen a man with a raincoat that he was wearing to a child?

No, ma'am.

Look what he has achieved.

- There it is! - The thief!

- The thief! - What is it?

Max!

- What is it? - They have stolen our child!

- What? - They have stolen our child!

To the thief! To the thief!

Quick, quick. It is his turn. They should be on stage by now.

What do you want me to do with 3 musicians? instead of 20?

Are they not going to participate? Then I'll go announce it.

No, no!

Yes, we will participate.

Chief? Boys? I have a great idea.

We put the record and we pretend to touch

I'll start with the battery.

- Luckily you have arrived by car. - Because of you, Ventura is going to kill us.

- Ah, it's not so bad. - No? We won't make it to the festival.

Here Radio Montecarlo. We connect live with the Jazz Festival.

We listen to Ray Ventura and his quartet.

Your foursome of him?

It seems there are forty.

- This quartet is formidable. - What sound!

If the breeze suddenly intoxicates me,

it's because I love you.

I did not know that Ventura he had such a pretty voice.

If you think that my hand is shaking,

it's because I love you.

Am I singing? Or?

the supreme joy.

In your lips, relentlessly, I see

the very love.

I love you.

Finally, man! You're late!

- Hurry up. Do you have the money? - Yes, here it is.

I think they followed me.

- What is this? We agreed 550,000. - Confirm with 35,000.

Give thanks that do not report it to the police.

- What orchestra are you from? - The Ventura Orchestra.

No, no, stop joking.

The Ventura Orchestra has just finished. They are still applauding.

Ah, here they are. Thank you very much, gentlemen.

- Boss, we have an excuse. - Yes, the boy.

- Again? - It was stolen from us!

- Finally. - Listen, we must notify the police.

Hi, Marinette.

- But what is it? - It's a crazy story.

Silence! The show is on going. Don't stay there.

Mr. Ventura, they want to leave from here, please?

Boss, you have to notify immediately to the police.

Max is right. We will go to the police station. You go back to the '' Hotel de Paris ''.

- Who took the child to Paris? -The his mother.

His mother from him? Jacqueline would not leave without warning me.

-His daughter from him? - No, forget it. I'll talk to the police.

- I can explain. - Silence!

This baby is from Melissa Farrell, the '' star '' of the cinema.

- Silence! - This is the check I confiscated.

-35,000 francs. - The mother was fine with it.

A mother who buys to hers own son hers?

Do you take us for idiots?

Madame Louise? Can she take care of this child?

- Be careful with him. - Calm Calm.

- Sir Sergeant! - What do you want?

- Yes, it's about ... - Look, boss! Nicol�s!

- Baptistain! - My little Nicolas.

It's my baby it was stolen on the train.

It's him, I admit it! He is the thief!

Shut up!

We come to report the theft of a child. This is the mother.

Are you her husband?

Hush, hush!

- Jacqueline! - Dad?

- What are you doing here? - Well, you see, the boy ...

Coentrain! But it is Coentrain!

What is this child doing in a police station?

- They said his name is Nicol�s! - Baptistain!

- Johnny! - Silence!

Silence, here I am! Who are you, sir?

Mr. Chatenay-Maillard. I came to file a complaint for

the disappearance of my grandson and my daughter.

I have found them both here.

Let's not complicate things.

If I understand correctly, He claims to be the child's grandfather.

- Naturally. It's obvious. - They're crazy! The only grandfather is me!

- And it was he who stole my little boy! - Silence!

- According to you, this person is your daughter. - No, sergeant. My daughter is her.

But supposedly she was the mother.

Listen to me As embarrassed as She sits me down, I'm forced to say

that the child's mother she is none other than my daughter.

-Her daughter of hers? But is she crazy? - Silence!

- Then, ma'am, recognize ... - No, sorry! '' Miss. ''

Do you recognize, miss, be the mother of that child.

No, I am not the mother of the baby.

I beg your pardon, dad, but I have never had children.

Listen, sergeant. There is only one mother and she is Marinette.

Come on, Marinette! Marinette!

Tell the sergeant you're the mother.

Go ahead, boss. Say you are the father.

What do you say, asshole?

- Here it is. You can question her. - I know what I do.

You declare under oath be the child's mother?

Listen well: under oath! You risk going to prison.

Yes, yes, yes. Come on, Marinette.

But well ...?

Okay...

No, I'm not his mother!

This is a madhouse!

I already told you that it belongs to me! He's my daughter's son!

Come with me, my little Nicholas.

-He's Melissa Faller's son. -No, he's my grandson!

That's the story, boss.

If I didn't tell him, it was out of fear to lose my place.

-Does he believe me now? - Do not.

- No? What do you need? - A test.

Go do a blood test. Meanwhile, I'll take your place.

- Yes, what grace! - Mr. Max Elloy?

A lady is waiting for you in the living room.

- A lady? - Madame Dubois, from Paris.

Oh my daughter. Boss, my daughter is here. Would you like a test? Now I will see.

- Dad ... - Germaine?

- We haven't seen each other for a long time. - Yes, a long time.

Don't you give your son a kiss?

Listen, dad. We received your letter when you return to Paris,

but emil and me we did not understand anything.

As your son-in-law had 10 days of vacation,

we went to see the babysitter and we came here in the van.

Are you better?

Emil! Emil!

Don't you give your grandson a kiss?

- Look, dad, it's Nicol�s. - You know him perfectly.

Nicolás?

But then ...?

So whose is this?

A child has been found! Whoever recognizes it will be rewarded!

Whose creature is this? Whose creature is this?

Is the question that we do on television.

If your parents acknowledge to this poor lost child,

give us the address ... and we will send it to you.

When people are negligent and you forget things.

But a little boy it is not like an umbrella.

How could they do to lose the child?

For me, it is a mystery.

Shouldn't you go to school?

It appeared in a cabbage. Fashionable, fashionable!

It appeared in a cabbage. Following our fashion!

But for the girls, the good Lord has found something else.

Since they open their eyes, they see life in the color of rose.

I have the impression that this learning is very superficial.

I will give you some notions of sex education.

Everything but that. Everything, everything but that.

I will not pretend to teach us how to become parents?

- With hairs and signs. - And the points on the ies.

Everything but that.

Besides, the question is not that.

- There's something we don't know. - Let's find out who his dad is.

Maybe that boy was born in Scotland.

It sure will be precocious to drink whiskey.

We would like your dad to be a citizen of Spain.

The first word from him in that case It would be: '' Wow! '!

Under the sky of Pamplona,

We kiss in the moonlight

There is a clock in the stomach so his father is Swiss.

Then we will find it, because the mountain people are here.

What a diplomatic incident if the father were Russian!

What is going to be done if those rustic want it back.

Russia!

Always with snow.

Snow.

The precious snow.

The snow!

What if he were Neapolitan? There would be no more mystery.

That's how it was, one good morning, I lost his father.

Yes, my love.

Speak, my love, because anyway,

it's always you who is right.

Melissa.

- You didn't steal Johnny from me. - Neither are you.

So I'm an '' angel aged '', huh?

No, not anymore.

Not for this '' scammer sonata seller. ''

Oh dear.

Johnny!

Let's not lose it again!

Little thing, tell me how much do you love me ...

- I haven't been a grandmother long. - It surprises me too.

He does not sing badly, your Philippe ...