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Hurry up,
we are leaving soon.

Helen.

Off to a premiere, are we?

Come on,
we haven't got all day.

Suit yourself.

This might be worth
something one day.

Aren't they pretty?

It's George's birthday.

He would have been 40
today.

Take them away.

Anyway, you shouldn't
pick wildflowers.

Spoils it
for everyone else.

Happy birthday,
sweetheart.

- Come along.
- Careful on the coach now, please.

Be careful,
watch your step, all right?

Oh.

Directly this way.

And where do you think
you are going?

Get back here!
Hey!

Hello.
Can I drive?

BY THE 100th TIME,
NO, REG.

Just get on, and sit
down like everyone else.

- Well, what about on the way...
- reg...

What are these?

Biscuits? I thought we'd
try something different.

Well, put them back. I don't want
them, they're far too expensive.

I said put them back.

Apparently,
we don't want these.

Don't you worry. Some people
don't know what they're missing.

Would you like a bag?

Hurry up, you are
keeping everyone waiting.

Oh, excuse me.
Hello. Oh.

You dropped your purse.

There's nothing in it.

Do you need a hand?

Oh. I thought you'd
never ask. Here. There.

Put it out.

We will have to have
at least one toilet stop.

- Uh.
- Probably two.

And please
drive safely, yes?

What?

Shut the door.
Let's start.

- Can I drive?
- No, reg.

Thanks.

- Oh.
- What the...

excuse me? Excuse me? Can
you stop the bus, please?

- What?
- What about on the way back?

This is a mistake.
I need to get off.

So do I!

Sit down!
Sit down.

Why on earth
did you get on?

I was helping you.

Oh, see where that
got you.

Where are we going?

A day at the seaside.

But I can't.

Well, you are now.

I'm gonna drown myself
when I get there.

- I need the loo.
- So do I.

Don't argue,
don't eat any sweets.

- Out, out, out, out. Thank you.
- Your mother's disappeared.

- Where is she?
- She went up on a coach.

- Why?
- How should I know?

I've got to get to work.

And what am I supposed
to do with these two?

Think of something. She'll
be back soon. I've got to go.

Ugh!

- Hello?
- Polly?

I'm in a service station.
Will you get me grandad?

He's very cross.
When are you coming back?

Soon, soon. Hold on. I've
got to go now. Oh, god, oh.

You idiot!
Where are you?

There's ham in the fridge,
frank.

Stop! Stop!
It's me!

Stop!
It's me!

Come on!

Oh.

Hurry up!

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry.

I got on your coach
earlier by mistake,

and I was wondering
if I could stay with you today

and then come back with you,
if that's all right.

Yes,
of course it's all right.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Come on.

Let's go!

- Can I drive?
- No, reg.

I can see the sea.

I told you
it'd be worth it.

I haven't been
to the seaside for years.

Why not?

Oh, you know, long way.

Your husband doesn't like
to travel?

Not anymore.
He's dead.

Really?

Yes.

I'm sorry to see him go.

Helen. The only sane one on the
bus, apart from you, hopefully.

Priscilla.
Nice to meet you.

Smile, everybody.
You're on holiday.

Uh, it's beautiful.

The weather is good, no?

There's something awfully familiar
about you. Have we met before?

I doubt it.

Come on, keep up.

I need a drink.
Come on, let's go.

Oh. No, no, no. Not in the sea. Uh!

Oh.

- I'm afraid I'm a little short.
- Oh.

Of course.

There we are.

I don't normally drink
in the day.

This isn't normally.

- To us.
- To us.

I'll give ya five seconds
to get out of my sight

otherwise I'm gonna put a
bullet where the sun don't shine.

What?

I've got Morty
just where I want him

and I am not about
to let him off the hook.

What do you mean?

Yes.

Oh, my god.

You're Helen Shelley.

Guilty.

I'm so excited, I... I... I've
never met a real film star before.

I thought you were
wonderful.

I'm your biggest fan.

Oh, well,
that's wonderful,

because I really need you
to help me, Priscilla.

My help?

Yes.
Take a look at this.

"Jerry standing, celebrated
British film director

died peacefully on
the fifth of July." Oh.

"- At home in France.
- Funeral, tenth of July at

...ile de ré, France.

Aww.
He was such a great friend,

and a wonderful,
wonderful director.

And I really need to say
goodbye to him properly.

Of course you do.

Yes.

Well, I can't go
on my own, can I?

No?
Why not?

Well, I'd never make it.

I need you to help me.

- I can't go to France.
- Why not?

- You've come this far.
- Yeah, but that was by mistake.

That's how the best
things happen.

Listen,
can you keep a secret?

I am not that famous
anymore.

You thought I was dead,
didn't you?

No.

Uh, listen, Priscilla.
I'm broke.

I have nothing,

and actresses cannot
get old in Hollywood.

You see,
this funeral is my last chance.

Everybody in Hollywood
is going to be there,

heads of studios, agents,
producers, directors.

It'll be... it'll be
like the academy awards.

- Mm-hmm. - A little
sadder, but not much.

I'm going
to re-invent myself.

Out of the ashes. I am not
going to go back to that home.

I would rather sleep rough.

You and I,
we could have an adventure.

I know, but, I can't.

Of course you can't.

If you could wait another few
days while I organize myself,

then maybe I could
come then.

Yeah, too late. Be in
the ground in three days.

It's just
such short notice.

Yeah, well, unlike you,
I have not yet given up.

Oh well,
go back to your husband then.

Oh, I forgot,
he's dead.

Have a nice life,
what's left of it.

Helen.

Um, excuse me. I wonder
could I borrow a phone?

I seem to have lost my purse
with all my money in it.

Thanks.

- Press zero first.
- Yeah.

- Hello?
- Frank, you'll never guess who I just met.

- Where the hell are you?
- Helen Shelley.

She wanted me to go
to a funeral in France.

- France?
- - All of Hollywood will be there.

Frank, would you have minded
if I'd have gone?

Are you becoming senile?

- No.
- Then come home.

Yes, of course.
I'll be home soon.

Sorry.

Get on and sit down.

Stop the bus!

Come on, help me get her.

- Helen, where are you going?
- You're hurting me!

- Get on the bus! Helen!
- Get off me!

I am not going back in there!
You cannot make me!

This is kidnapping! Ah!

- Get on and shut up!
- Ah! Get off me!

She doesn't want
to come back.

- Reg!
- You're hurting me!

Get back to your seat, reg!
Get back to your seat!

Leave her alone.

Come on,
you're okay.

Stop that.

What?
No, no, no, no, no!

Where are we going?

- You can do it!
- Reg! Open the door!

The ferry!

- Open the door!
- Righty-oh.

- Reg! Reg!
- Ha!

Hold on to your hats!

- Stop!
- Stop, stop!

- Stop what you're doing.
- He's stolen my bus! Call the police!

Reg!

Oh my god, we're gonna
be in terrible trouble.

Of course we are.

Remind me where we're going.

- The ferry terminal.
- Hold on tight!

Reg!

This one, reg!
This one!

Whoa!

Reg!

Sorry, one more time.

I'm gonna be sick.

- You're coming with me?
- Yes.

I knew you would.

- Slow down, reg.
- I'm trying.

Reg.

For god's sakes, we're going
too fast, reg! Slow down!

- My foot's stuck!
- Well, get it off.

I can't,
it's gone to sleep.

- Oh, my god.
- What are you doing?

I've got to get it off.
Let me get it off.

- Watch out!
- Come on!

- Oh, come on, quick!
- Oh, my, my.

Let's get out of here
before they stop us.

- Come on, move it!
- I am.

Good luck.
That was fun.

Yes.

- We need to get tickets.
- No, we haven't got time.

Just keep moving.
Act old.

Move it.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Sorry,
are you part of the group?

- Oh, yes, yes.
- Are you sure?

Is just that everyone
has gone through now.

Well, I thought I was.

Now, what are we going to do?

You don't know me.

- Whatever happens, just keep moving, okay?
- Yes.

Oh, Helen.

Oh, my god.
Are you all right?

Get off.

Oh,
sorry, sorry, sorry.

Um, I think she fainted.
I have no idea who she is,

but she does look familiar.

Madam. Madam?

Can you hear me?

Of course I can hear you. You're
screaming in my bloody ear.

Here.

Help me up.

We did it.
I can't believe it.

- No thanks to you.
- What do you mean?

- Where's the bar?
- I'm doing my best.

So, when did
your husband pass away?

Sorry?

When did he die?

- Oh. Long time ago.
- Hm.

What was he like?

- Quite nice.
- Really?

Well...

What's the matter?

Cheer up.

Um, I think I need a bit
of fresh air. I'm gonna...

Watch us leave.

It's fine.
I'm not going anywhere.

I don't understand, dad.
Where is she?

I've told you,
she's gone to France.

She must have said
more than that.

Well, to help Helen Shelley.

They're going to a funeral,
apparently.

Who's Helen Shelley?

DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING? SHE
WAS A FILM STAR IN THE '60s,

and went off the rails,
was a drunk.

I'm sure she's dead.

Uh, this doesn't
making any sense.

Yeah,
that's your mother.

I'm calling the police.

- There's no need for that.
- Yes, there is.

You're slower than me and
I'm a cripple. Come on.

We'll be in the ground
soon enough.

- Come on.
- I'd like my purse back, please.

I saw it in your handbag and
I'd like it back, please. Now.

So I can go home.

Don't be stupid,
you can't go home...

Eric!

Eric!

- Oh!
- Eric!

Oh, my god!

- Eric!
- Oh, god!

Priscilla, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

I've got you.

Oh, my god.

You'll be okay.

Priscilla,
wake up.

We are going to be on TV.

You are a hero but we've
got to leave right now.

Who are you?

Well, I'm Helen Shelley
for god's sakes.

Is the little boy
all right?

Yes, he's fine.

He won't be going swimming
again in a hurry.

- Oh, dear.
- What is it?

It's just...
it was a shock.

Oh, yes, of course.
But cheer up.

I mean, you saved his life.
You deserve to be celebrated.

- Do I?
- Yes, and so do I.

You will stay,
won't you?

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

And I've got another bit of good
news for you. I found your purse.

It was just caught up in the
lining of your jacket pocket.

Do try to be more
careful.

This is all so exciting.
Now come on.

Madame...

What a brave thing to do,
for anyone, but uh,

if you forgive me, at your age, you
must be a very confident swimmer.

No, not really.

Oh, such a pleasure
to be here in France

and oh, you boys have been
so loyal to me.

What made you do it?

- I...
- Well, it's so lovely to be back

and so glad to see
that I haven't been forgotten.

She's better at this
than I am.

I don't understand.
Who rescued the little boy?

I did.

But this
is Helen Shelley.

She's a film star. "Morty
and me," she played "me."

Not me, me. But, um,
the character "me."

- Stop.
- She's the one you should be talking to.

She's back, she's ready for
work, she's looking for a job.

She's got a bad hip,
but she's a fantastic actress.

Hmm.
They're not interested in me.

It's you
they want to talk to.

She's the real film star.

Thank you.

Oh, it was lovely
to meet you all

but we must be going. We don't want to
tire her out after her dip in the channel.

You are humiliating me.
Let's be going.

They're not interested
in me at all.

Wait!

I wanted to thank you
so much.

Oh, it doesn't matter he... he
doesn't have to say anything.

It's your fault!
Your fault.

You... you should
be more careful.

You must never
take your eyes off him.

But it was an accident.

No such thing as an accident.

I should know.
No accident, madame.

Ooh, j'ai... suis désolées,

mais... on y vas.

- Priscilla, wait for me.
- I'm going home.

Scurrying back
to your husband?

Why did you lie?

- How dare you presume
to know about me.

Because I watched you both
in the supermarket.

Oh, the happy couple.

You let him walk all over you
for a packet of biscuits.

Your precious husband
is just a nasty bully.

- And you wish he was dead.
- And what are you?

How did you lose your child?

He drowned, Helen.
That's how I lost him.

You see, I knew it.

We are the same, you and I.
We are the same.

We are not the same.

We are, Priscilla.
We are.

I'm going home.

Reclusive, disgraced,
former Hollywood bad girl,

Helen Shelley, has emerged
from hiding in France

after hijacking a coach...

- grandma.
- Grandma.

On disembarking from the ferry
in Cannes,

Helen helped save a french
toddler from drowning

along with her friend, a British
pensioner, Priscilla Williams.

Mrs. Williams jumped into
the sea to rescue the toddler

who had fallen in.

Then, in a reunion with
the child and his parents,

started to blame them
for the accident.

No, it's not an accident.
No such thing.

I should know.
No such thing.

A strange
and remarkable story

that has captured
the hearts of France.

Now back to the studio
with the latest news.

Oh, god.

Hello.

Uh, one foot passenger
to England, please.

Hello? Stop.

Hello?

Merci, beaucoup.
Merci.

Monsieur, uh... Je veux
un lift, uh, ile de ré?

S'il vous plait?
Ile de ré?

A lift for moi.

Je suis grand movie star.

All I want is a fucking lift.

- Hi, you want
to stop for me?

Kids! Fuck off!

Um, ile de ré, c'est far?
Uh, lift for moi.

Arrête!
Please. S'il vous plait.

For Christ's sakes.

Taxi. Taxi.

Oh, merci.
Merci, taxi.

- You didn't get very far.
- Neither did you.

Where are we going?

I don't know about you,
but I'm starving.

Let's go, monsieur.

Why'd you come back?

'Cause you were right.

I do wish sometimes
frank were dead.

Why?

Because he blames me
for George's death.

He's never forgiven me.

He was only four, George. And
we used to picnic by the river.

He loved it.

Frank never came,
he was always too busy.

And, uh, I...

I only turned my back
for one second.

The baby was crying, Sarah.
And he was gone.

He jumped in.

He thought he could swim.

I went in after him,
of course, but it was too late.

Frank refuses
to talk about it.

Maybe that's why
I came back.

I needed a break.
And then carry on.

It's important to keep
carrying on, isn't it?

I did not come all this way just
to carry on and neither did you.

I want another chance
at it... at life.

Don't you?

Right.

Let's go and get you
a job, then.

Can you drive?

Yes,
but I haven't for years.

Anyway, it's closed.

This is a really bad idea.

Oh, it's not a problem.

It's just a car rental.
We'll pay them later.

Where are
your balls, woman?

Oh, my god.
They're going to stop us.

Nah, they won't.

We're just two old ladies
going for a drive.

A very slow drive.

Bonjour, big boy! Hello.

There are some benefits
to being a senior citizen.

Now step on it, baby.

Ile de ré, here we come.

You'll need to get out
of second gear

if we're gonna get
to this funeral on time.

- What's he doing?
- We're on the wrong side of the road!

Should be back
in the home.

- When did you last take a driving lesson?
- - Don't ask.

Don't ask?

Don't talk to me.

I'm just going to turn
in a minute.

Ooh, well done.

You're in charge
of the sat nav.

God, this thing
is so fiddly.

There.

Au rond-point, prenez
la deuxième sortie.

- Well, it's in french!
- Can you change it into English?

No!

Prenez la deuxième sortie.

No, no, no, no, no!

- You're going the wrong way!
- Right, stay on the right!

I am right now. I'm right. I did it.

Prenez la deuxième sortie.

- Se... second exit.
- You just missed it.

- Okay.
- Oh, god.

I like roundabouts.

Prenez la sortie.

- Keep right.
- I am!

Think I'm getting
the hang of it now.

Oh, thank god for that.

Oh, six hours.
That's not too bad.

- Are we there yet?
- Nope.

I've no idea where we are.

Why have we stopped?

I think we've
run out of petrol.

I don't believe it.

Isn't that
an elementary mistake?

And what was I
supposed to do?

Stop and buy some?

In a stolen car, and I
haven't driven for 20 years?

Oh, I forgot.
You fell asleep.

- Yeah, well, I was tired.
- I'm tired!

I'm so exhausted
I could barely drive.

I'm trying to get you
to this funeral.

Yeah, well, it will be
my funeral at this rate.

Ugh.
What do we do now?

How should I know?

I don't have
all the answers.

So now might be a good time for
you to start thinking for yourself.

- What are you doing?
- I'm thinking for myself.

We need help.

Well, I can't walk anywhere!

Well, you stay there,
and I will go!

Oh, don't worry about me!

I'll be just fine!

Hey, hold your horses!

Don't forget
I'm disabled here!

Priscilla!
I was just joking.

Come on. Come on,
let's be friends again!

Come on.

I've lost my stick.
This is cruelty!

Oh...

God.

Priscilla...

Oh, god, which way
has she gone?

Priscilla, where are you?

Priscilla!

Oh, god.

All right,
back to the fucking car.

Where is she?

What have I done?

Helen!

- Helen!
- I'm over here, for Christ's sakes.

- What are you doing?
- You locked the car, you idiot.

- Well, you were the last one out.
- You took the keys!

There's a car.

There's a car coming.

Help!
Please stop!

Stop...

Who the hell is this?

He's going to help us.

To an early grave.

- He's wearing pajamas.
- I know, but at the moment,

he's the only option we've got.
Now come on.

Thank you so much
for this.

W... where are we going?

Um, perhaps we could
get out now, please?

Could you stop
the car now, please?

We'd like to get out now,
please.

Charming.

Oh! Well, voulez-vous
attendez là..

Do you know who I am?

I am a very famous actress
who's about to die from exposure,

so get out of my way.

- We're together.
- No, écoute-moi.

- J'appelle la police.
- No, no, madame!

- What's she saying?
- She's calling the police.

No, don't you dare!

Allô?

You have to change
for dinner.

There are clothes
in the wardrobes.

- Merci.
- Oh.

Well, he's obviously loaded.

- Do you think he's single?
- Shh.

Is he your boss,
or your husband or what?

Oh, my god.

I'm so sorry.
I'll go and change.

Please don't.

It's lovely to see it
worn again.

That's your wife.

Yes.

Are we ready?

Let's eat.

- So, you're rich.
- A little.

- And famous.
- Unfortunately.

For what, exactly?

Wow.

Huh...

So, now you're a recluse,
locked away in this big old house

with nurse ratched.
How utterly miserable.

Is that why you drive around
at night in your pajamas?

Well, I know that fame
can make you crazy.

We're similar, you know?

Except that you have a lot
of money and are still famous.

Oh, I do like a man
with a good head of hair.

So, is your wife dead
or just gone shopping?

Helen.

Dead.

Oh.

Well, there's no point
in beating about the bush.

I mean, at our time of life, I think
we all need a little companionship,

and a little love.
Well, I know I do.

I don't think you get
much of that, do you?

Although I'm not sure that love
is all that it's cracked up to be.

Have you ever been in love?

Yes.

Oh, good for you.

I don't think Priscilla has,
have you?

And you know, up until now,
neither had I.

Frenchmen are so romantic.

- I am Italian.
- Well, that's even better.

Italians are the best lovers.

Oh.

Gosh, you almost gave me
a heart attack.

I'm so sorry. It's my
hands. I've got arthritis

and I haven't got
my tablets, sorry.

- You need a drink.
- No, I...

It's been rather a long day.
I think I'll go to bed.

- I will come with you.
- Oh.

I've got just what you need.

Easy, tiger.

Have another drink.
I won't be long.

Hm. Okay.

Hello.

Oh, I'm afraid I don't smoke.

Neither do I. But I make
an exception for drugs.

Medicinal purposes
only, of course.

It will help your hands,
I promise.

Whoo.

What's so funny?
Priscilla!

What's so funny?
Are you laughing about me?

No!

Shh.

In case she told you that
her husband's dead, he's not.

He's very much alive.

I'm sorry.

He's a very lucky man.

I suppose he is.

What are you whispering
about now?

Mm.

- Good morning
- hello.

That looks inviting.

I was preparing myself
psychologically to go in.

Oh.

It takes me ages.

I swim every day.

- You do?
- Yes.

Are you crazy?

Probably.

Well, you can help me
to go in.

I'd love to
but I haven't got a costume.

Neither have I.

Oh.

Come in as you are.

Ready?

- One, two, three.
- Oh!

- Uh.
- Oh, my god.

Mm. It is
a little bit chilly.

Stop, you should not
be swimming.

Some of us have
a funeral to get to tomorrow,

unless you've forgotten
why we're here, Priscilla.

Sorry.

- You must get out.
- Okay.

Monsieur.

Brr!

Hurry up, Priscilla!

I'll sit in front.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Anyone fancy a little walk?

Yes.

Great.

Uh, I actually...
um, no, you go.

I feel a bit tired.

- Oh, really?
- Hm.

- You do look a bit tired.
- Do I?

Oh, for god sakes.
Yes, you do.

Well,
you just said you did.

Oh.

Okay.

Ciao.

Do you know I feel ten years
younger being with you?

All my aches and pains,
they've gone away.

- Regardez-moi!
- Alberto!

Oh, merci, Alberto.

Thank you very much.

Hello? Hello?
I'm stuck in the car.

With somebody like to get
me out of this car, please?

Oh, thank you so much.

- This is a circus.
- I thought you'd enjoy it.

You have no idea.
Oh, pardonnez-moi.

Excusez-moi.

Don't mind me.

- Come on, dad,
let's go, let's go!

Come on!

Okay.

Stop. Don't.

Why?

Can I buy you dinner?

Yes, but...

Just the two of us.

Isn't that a bit rude?

No. Quick.

- Lovely.
- Beautiful.

It suits you.
The same color of your blouse

and the same color
of your eyes.

Shall I buy it?

I will buy it for you.

Beautiful.
Wonderful.

Wait here.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Qui êtes-vous?

Que voulez-vous?

Oh, nothing.
I'm so sorry.

Wait, are you English?
I can speak English.

- I'm half English.
- Really?

What's your name?

Elena.
Well, what's yours?

- Els, what you doing?
- Out here, mummy.

Oh, come inside,
sweetheart, it's late.

This lady's from England.
I was practicing my English.

Hello. Um, how kind. Darling,
we've got a big day tomorrow.

Um, I'm sorry, I hope
she wasn't bothering you.

Oh, no, no,
not at all.

Do I know you?

Well...
No, I don't think so.

Oh, my god.

I do know you.

You're Helen Shelley,
aren't you?

Oh, my god.
My dad would be so pleased.

I doubt that.

Please, will you come
inside a moment?

Oh, no, no.
I really...

I just want to show you
something, please.

Oh, all right.

What a beautiful,
beautiful house.

You haven't changed at all.

- It's amazing.
- Well, thank you.

- This way.
- Thank you.

Look what I found
going through his archive.

Is that you?

Yes, it is.

And that was your
first film, wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- Dad's first big hit.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Um, I really...

I just got a bit overexcited
at seeing you here.

Oh, it's all right.
I'm sorry, I'm being stupid.

Not at all. Um, it's been a
very sad time for all of us.

God, do you think that I met
you when I was a little girl?

I don't think so.

I've got to go.

We're having drinks after the
funeral so please come and join us.

Was... was Jerry
a good father?

Yes. He was.
He was the best.

You know, you are
the image of your father.

I know.
That's what everyone says.

Did you ever think about
finding your real mother?

No, uh... we're very happy.
I didn't want to spoil that.

Of course.

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

You did the right thing,
you know.

Not looking
for your mother.

Drive.

- Monsieur Rosetti! Comment
allez-vous? Bonsoir. - Bonsoir, madame.

- Madame.
- Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

Beautiful.

I'm glad you accepted
my invitation.

So am I.

I used to be much braver
when I was a child.

I came here for love.

Anyway...

Thank you.

To you,
my English rose.

- I shouldn't be here.
- Hmm?

I'm too old for all this.

Ah, you're never too old.

But I have a family
and they need me.

They will have you
back soon.

- Unless...
- Unless?

Uh, stupid idea.

What?

No, nothing.

Tell me.

Unless you stay with me.

Stupid idea, I know.

It wouldn't be that bad,
would it?

Oh, Alberto, I...

I'm so sorry.

I have to go.

Merci.

I would like to sing
a song, please.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Tu es d'accord?
- Oui, d'accord.

Okay, so, what would you
like to sing?

Oh, you'll see.

- Madame.
- Thank you.

Well, good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Um, sorry to interrupt
your evening.

I'm Helen Shelly.

Uh, some of you may have
heard of me.

Some of you may not.

Um, I would like
to sing a song

that was very
famous a long time ago,

like me.

Excuse me.

I can't believe it's you.
I'm a huge fan.

- Oh, thanks.
- No, really.

I have to have a picture
with you.

Smile.

You are still so sexy.

Sorry,
I'm a bit drunk.

Hm, well, so am I.

Well, why don't you
help me to my room?

Of course.

- This way.
- This way?

It's not a stupid idea.

You haven't told me
what you're doing here.

Oh, making a movie.

- Really?
- Hm.

I didn't know anything
was going on here.

What is it?

It's comedy.

Well, you can do comedy.

- You think so?
- Of course.

40 years too late.
No offense.

None taken.

Um, well, nice to meet you,
and good luck with your film.

Likewise.

You have a lovely smile.

I feel
like a teenager again.

That's good.

Maybe I should go back
to my room now.

If you want.

Would you mind turning
the lights out?

Alberto?

Alberto?

Alberto. Oh, my god.

Oh, please, god.
Please, god.

Helen.

Oh.

Helen?

Go away.

Helen, it's me.
I need you.

I'm not going,
I've changed my mind.

Please, it's urgent.

What do you want?

He's dead.

- Who's dead?
- Shh. Alberto's dead.

Come quickly.

- Oh, god.
- Come on.

Oh, my god.
What have you done?

Nothing.

That's a pretty big nothing.

We went to sleep last night
and I didn't hear anything

and when I woke up he
was like this. It's awful.

- What are we going to do?
- We?

Well, at least
he died happy.

Oh, god.

There but for the grace
of god go I.

- We have to tell someone.
- No.

No, it's half past ten. The
funeral's at 12. We're okay.

I don't care.
This is more important.

Will you pull yourself
together? Look, he's dead,

and he wouldn't want us
to make a fuss.

I have to.

I'm getting dressed.

It's Helen Shelly, actually.

He's just sleeping.
Leave him alone.

Don't exaggerate.

Hmm, well, he had
to go sometime.

We all do, my dear,

but not just yet.

Hello!

Yes, I'm really...
I'm terribly sorry.

I think he must
have had a heart attack.

Yes. I know.
It's a terrible shock.

Police?

Is that necessary?

See what've you done?

There's nothing we can do
about it now.

Come on, I've got
to get to this funeral.

This is not all about you
and your career.

I didn't!

Mum! I don't believe it,
we found you.

Christ,
this is all we need.

Stand your ground.

What a nice surprise.

- You've led us on a merry dance.
- Where've you been, mum?

She's been on holiday,
with me.

Excuse me?
Who are you?

Her friend.

This is Helen Shelly.

Remember, frank,
the film "Morty and me?"

Mom, are you ill?

I'm really worried
about you.

- Can we go home now?
- Yes, dad.

I know.
We're gonna go right now.

- Right now?
- Mum, let's go.

- I need the lavatory first.
- Right. Fine.

Mum, get in the car, please.
We'll be out in a minute.

Come on,
get out of here right now!

Quick, we've got to get
out of here.

- I've got the car keys.
- What?

Yeah, listen, I have got
to get to this funeral

and I cannot go without you.

But I can't leave, Helen.

But surely you don't want to have to
explain all of this to frank. Look.

Listen to me, Prissie.
I am begging you.

You promised me.
You promised that you'd help.

I... I have to tell them
what happened to Alberto.

You did not kill Alberto.

He was a sick old man
and he died very happy.

Now frank is not
gonna go away.

You can explain everything
to him next time you see him,

but right now I need you
to get in this car and drive.

Go on.

I think I was falling
in love with him.

He'd asked me to come
and live with him.

That would have
gone down well.

Come on.

Harry?
Harry?

Harry Schneider,
are you deaf?

Yes?
Do we know each other?

I'll forget you said that.

I'm so sorry.
I have no idea who you are.

Are you senile?

I don't think so.

She's Helen Shelly.

Helen. My god.

What the hell are you
doing here?

I need a job, harry.
You owe me.

Of course.
Come round to the hotel after.

- And then I'll see what I can do for you.
- Yeah.

- You'll set that up, right?
- Sure.

- Oh, what hotel?
- Le Bereni.

- Off the main square.
- Okay. Thanks.

Welcome.
Uh...

it's lovely
to see you all here.

I had planned
to read a poem.

Well, dad had planned
for me to read it,

but this morning somehow
it just didn't feel right.

So, um, I'm going a bit
off piece, I'm afraid.

Sorry, dad.

Growing up with a famous
director was an adventure.

We all know that he could be
a bit of a control freak,

but we also know how funny
and how loving he was,

how loyal.

The most important thing
to dad was the story.

How to tell a story that people would
believe in, and would identify with.

Him leaving us, has, um,

prompted me to reflect
on my own story,

and how it could have been
so different.

But dad took hold of it
and he made it something

that I could believe in,

into a very happy story
and for that I am so grateful.

So I just want to say,
thank you, dad.

Thank you for giving me
a happy story, and um...

Well, uh, that's it.

Love you, dad.

Lucy, I'm here for you.

I'm your mother.

Excuse me, madame,
but you must leave.

No.

Yes, you must.

I would like you
to leave, please.

I've come all this way
just to see you.

I just want to be here
with you and Elena,

if you let me.

You're not my mother.

Helen, she wants you to go.
Come on.

I am!

How dare you?

Go.

Please leave.

- I am.
- Shh.

- Cette dame-là.
- Madame, madame!

- We need you to come to police station.
- Why?

Were you with Alberto Rosetti
in his hotel last night?

- Uh...
- mum, what have you done?

Uh, no. Don't be ridiculous. It was me.

Since when was sleeping
with a man a crime?

Since he died.
Come with us, please.

Don't worry,
we'll find you!

Come on,
let's get in the car.

So it was you who was
with Alberto.

Yes.

And you had been
with him all night.

And he was fine
when you went to bed.

But when you
woke up in the morning,

he was on the floor, dead.

Yes.

That must have been
a nasty shock.

Okay,
that is all for now.

Thank you.

Merci.

I had nothing to do with this,
you've got to let me go.

I have a very, very
important meeting to get to.

Wait here, please.

I've got to get
a message to harry.

I can't believe
you lied to me.

Oh yeah, well, okay,
get over it.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, please,
give me a break.

But you might
have had a chance

if you hadn't gate crashed
her father's funeral.

I didn't plan
on standing up there.

But unlike you, I was
actually moved to do something.

If she doesn't want to know,
I get that.

I can see that she's
better off without me,

but at least I tried.

- What do you mean?
- Oh, "I think I love him,

he's asked me
to live with him."

Oh, really pathetic.

I've never heard
anything so deluded.

Thank god the old man
snuffed it

before you had a chance to make
even more of a fool of yourself.

Stop it! Please!

I'm just telling you the truth,
but you can't take it.

The truth is that you are a
deeply unpleasant and selfish woman

who cares for nobody
except herself.

Oh, god, if only I had
another chance with George.

You had yours with your child
and you blew it.

Hm. Fine friend
you turned out to be.

I'm not your friend.

What the hell
is going on, mum?

Where is madame Shelly?

Uh, dans la toilette.

Oh, okay, well,
you can both go.

- Really?
- Yes.

He had a heart attack,
as we thought.

His assistant called me.

He was very ill.
I think you made him happy.

He was a great man.
You will tell your friend.

- Yes.
- Good luck.

Hello.

Is harry Schneider here?

Mm, he's checked out.

Oh. Thank you.

Hey, hey! You!
Where's harry?

I'm afraid he had to leave
on urgent business.

Don't lie to me.

We're so sorry not
to be able to meet up.

Here's our card.

He said, make sure you come
visit in L. A.

Come by. Have a cup
of tea. He's a big fan.

Why did you come here?

To meet you.

Not to get a job?

I wanted to see
if you were okay.

And you are, you're...
you're wonderful.

Oh, you did so much
better without me.

I knew that Jerry
would look after you.

But I just want you
to know that...

Well, that there hasn't
been a single day

that I haven't
thought about you.

And I... and I just
want to say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't feel well.

- Do you need a doctor?
- No.

I need to go home,
with my wife.

Frank, I'm... I'm sorry
I've caused all this fuss.

We'll be home soon.

What's wrong with you, then?
Huh?

Get off,
you're squashing me.

Why did you have to make such a spectacle
of yourself jumping into the sea?

You could have killed
yourself.

I had to.

It doesn't bring George back,
though, does it?

- No, but...
- but nothing.

Pass me my shoes.

My shoes.

Where are you going now?

I'll see you downstairs.

What's this?

You guys can
talk to the writer.

I think at this point we
gotta sit down with the writer.

Otherwise it's not
gonna work out.

- No...
- Mr. Schneider.

Mr. Schneider, I'm sorry
to bother you like this.

Hold on a minute.
Yes, hello. Do I know you?

Who is she talking to?

I'm a friend of Helen Shelly.

Did she manage
to make contact with you?

Thank god, no. Frankly, I hope
she does us all a big favor

and disappears back
where she came from.

- Oh.
- Drive.

The sooner we get you home,
the better.

Mum?

What... what are you doing?
Get back in.

I need to find my friend.

- Don't be ridiculous. Get back here.
- Frank.

There's something I want
to say to you.

I'm sorry George died
when he was with me,

but it wasn't my fault.

And I don't want to try
and bring him back,

I know that's not possible.

I just want to remember him for
the beautiful boy that he was.

And over these past few days,
I've realized how...

how miserable
my life has been

and I want to enjoy
the rest of it,

so I intend to do that,

starting right now.

No, no, stay there,
sweetheart.

I'm fine.

I love you very much and
you'll always be my best girl.

I'll be all right.

Wait.

Oh, frank.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Will you come home now?

No.

Helen?

Helen?

I saw her again
at the hotel.

I said I was sorry
but she...

she didn't want...
she didn't want to know.

I just wanted to see her
again before...

Before it's too late.

I've left frank.

What now?

Well, I don't know
about you,

but I fancy a little drive.

- Come on, my friend.
- Yeah.

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