[gentle music]
[woman speaking in foreign language]
[knocking at door]
[man speaking in foreign language]
[gentle music]
[pounding at door]
[man speaking in foreign language]
[speaking foreign language]
[dramatic music]
[little boy crying]
[soldiers speaking foreign language]
[tense music]
[keys jangling]
[soldier speaking foreign language]
[tense music]
[woman gasps]
[tense music]
[upbeat music]
♪ Do you remember the first time ♪
♪ That my eyes set on you
♪ Your smile came from nowhere
♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪
♪ The road is a long one
♪ I was only passing through
- Bonjour.
- Are you the landlord?
- I am, indeed.
- Miles.
- Niall.
- I wondered if I could put this up on your notice board.
- Oh, I love this show.
- Ah, thanks.
- The one where the bloke double-glazed
all the chateau windows
and then he had to change them back.
That's a brilliant tale.
- I'm glad you're a fan.
- And you're coming to Sainte Victoire?
- Uh, yeah.
We have, um, a couple of artists from Nice,
a couple of vineyard owners from Baldour,
and we thought we'd come to the antique capital of the south
to complete the set.
- When?
- Tomorrow.
Bit short notice, I know, but--
- No, not at all.
Word will get around town quick.
Especially when my wife hears.
Now, she was a pop star, you know?
- Wow!
Gosh, I thought I was coming here for the antiques.
Gosh, you never know who you're going to come across
in this job.
Hey, come along for casting.
- You try stopping me.
- Super.
Uh, right, is it okay if I plug in my laptop
while I do a bit of work?
- Yeah, sure it is.
And, er, what can I get you to drink?
- I'll have a glass of Pomerol.
- Excellent choice.
Er, on the house.
- Oh, thanks.
- So we just give up, then?
Let her admit to killing my husband and get away with it?
- It was not technically an admittance.
- Sorry, did you read the note?
"Smoking kills?"
My husband's lighter was filled with cyanide
and she posted me the missing valve.
What more admittance do you need?
- We called the florist.
The flowers were ordered online
under a temporary email address.
- Can we check how they were paid for or...
- We have.
There is no trace.
- So what do we do now?
- The ring and the note have both been sent off
to our Forensics.
As soon as we have the results,
you will be the first to know.
- And how long will that take?
- As long as it takes.
- Thanks, Andre.
- We are doing everything we can, Mrs. White.
- Thank you.
- Where are you going?
- "As long as it takes."
My husband gets murdered
and he says, "As long as it takes."
- What more can he do, Jean?
There just isn't enough to go on.
- Why are you all so calm 'round here?
What's it gonna take to get you worked up?
- Look, I understand that you're mad, but--
- But what?
- Andre is a good copper
and if he says he's doing everything he can,
then he is.
- Great!
A large G&T, please, Niall.
Do you want one?
- No, you're all right.
I'll just have a lemonade,
what with it still being morning, yeah?
I'll bring them over, then, shall I?
Yeah, okay.
Niall, can I...
- Oh, cheers, Niall.
- Your welcome, Miles.
- You being served, Dom?
- Yes.
Er, no, I was.
Oh, he's back now.
I'll have a large gin and tonic
and a lemonade, please, Celine.
- Bit early, isn't it?
- No, no.
- [Niall] What a lovely bloke.
- [Dom] Yeah?
- [Niall] He's a TV producer.
- Ooh, who's a TV producer?
- Miles.
He's in town casting for "A New Life in France."
The poster's on the notice board.
- Oh, I love that show!
- Me, too.
- Have you seen the one with the double glazing?
- [Niall] Oh!
- Jacob O!
- When's the castings?
- Excuse me, er, Mrs. White?
- Hello.
- My name is Adele.
I work for Judith and Jeremy.
- Oh, yes, erm,
I saw you over there
when I was looking at the fake cutlery, yeah.
- Yes.
Er, and I wondered if, er, you could use your expertise
to help me.
- Oh, erm, sit down.
Well, I'll, erm, I'll do my best.
- My mother is quite ill
and suffers from night terrors.
She has had them all her life,
ever since being a child of Nazis occupied France.
But, erm...
Recently they have got very, very much worse.
- Oh, that's awful.
- She treasures this old book left by her mother
and is convinced that the secrets of this book
will give her the answers she needs.
I want her to find peace.
I need your help.
- Darling, would you happen to have a couple of
spare Chateauneuf-du-Papes lying around?
Doesn't it always happen,
but we seem to have run out! [laughs]
Hello.
[snaps fingers]
Hello!
Earth calling Celine. [laughs]
- Can I help you, Judith?
- Is she all right?
- She's excited about Miles.
- Miles?
- TV producer in town looking for a couple
to appear on "A New Life in France."
- TV producer?
- I'll go and collect some empties.
- [Niall] Two bottles of Pape, was it, Judith?
- You better make it four.
- So, when can I come and look at this book, then?
Is this afternoon okay?
- Oh, that would be perfect, Thank you.
I'm going to slip away before I'm seen.
It's my day off.
- Yes, I hear you. [laughs]
- Uh, bonjour.
- Bonjour.
- Er, my husband tells me that you're in television.
- I am, indeed.
- Yes.
- Hang on, are you the landlady?
- Yes, Celine.
Bonjour.
- Miles.
Lovely to meet you.
Actually, Celine,
I wonder if you could answer a question for me.
That beautiful chateau I saw on the edge of town,
do you know who owns it?
- I think I might be able to answer that question for you.
Judith Lloyd James.
Me.
And my husband.
- Oh, delighted to meet you, Judith.
- Why don't you pop up to the chateau
and have a look 'round?
- Because he's finishing his drink here.
In my pub.
- Well, why don't you finish your drink here
and I'll get my husband to chauffeur us back for lunch
to my chateau.
- Oh, that would be great.
Thank you.
- [Judith] Lovely.
- [Jeremy] Might as well finish this one off.
- Oh, er, no more for me, please, Jeremy.
I shouldn't really drink on the job.
- Oh!
And what an interesting job it is, too.
How did you get into it?
- Well, I sort of fell into it, really.
Took a media course at uni and caught the bug.
- Oh, fabulous!
Oxford or Cambridge?
I'm an Oxford boy myself.
- Manchester Metropolitan.
- Oh.
How modern.
- Well, thanks again for the drinks,
but I really need to be--
- The silver screen is something
that has always beckoned me.
I was a child star, you know.
- Really?
- Oh, yes.
I was in
"Shirley's Shakers."
- [Miles] Sorry?
- Oh yes, we were very big in the East Midlands.
- Were you?
- I would've worked all 'round the world
if it wasn't for my dropped arches.
- You have a really beautiful home.
- Mm!
- Oh, it's been in the family for generations.
Father was a little hard up,
so we snapped it up, didn't we, darling?
- I mean, obviously, we do still have a place
back in Blighty, but it's so bloody gloomy there.
- [laughs] Overall, we absolutely love it here.
- I just wish more of them could speak English.
I mean, some of them don't even try.
- Er, would you two be interested in appearing in the show?
- I hadn't even thought about it.
- I always like to find the nucleus of the show.
- Darling, did you hear that?
We are the nucleus!
- Of course, I will need to see other couples, too.
If it was up to me...
- Of course.
Is there any way we can help?
- Do you know anywhere local
I can hold the auditions?
[Adele and mother speaking foreign language]
- Minecraft.
Coffee?
- Oh, lovely, thank you.
[Mother speaking foreign language]
- For medicinal purposes. [laughs]
Ah, Minecraft.
Have you heard of it?
- Is that the virtual LEGO game?
- Ah, yes, tres bien.
When arthritis took charge of my hands,
technology offered me an alternative.
It's a wonderful thing.
I am Eleanor.
- Jean.
[Eleanor speaks foreign language]
- Oh, thank you.
- And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?
- Jean is an expert on antiques.
I thought it might help if you let her look at the book.
- Ah.
In 1943,
my mother and brother were snatched by the Nazis
right in front of my eyes.
My mother hid me in a cupboard, gave me this box,
and told me to hide for as long as I could.
The last time I saw her face
was through a crack in the door
as the Nazis dragged her and Henri away.
I was found by our cleaner, Marie,
and I lived with that wonderful woman
for the rest of my childhood.
- Did they take your father as well?
- I can only assume so.
He vanished just before my mother and brother.
I suspect it had something to do with
the huge art collection he had accumulated.
- Ah.
That is horrific.
- I thought for so long
that she had abandoned me,
chosen my brother over me.
But then I realized
she had given me a chance to survive.
She had a better chance of saving one of us.
- Erm...
So how can I help?
- As I left with Marie,
I grabbed this book that had been left on the hall table.
"La Chanson de Roland."
One of the most popular chanson de geste.
Songs of deeds.
Popular from the beginning of the 12th Century,
typically about King Charlemagne.
There is an inscription in my mother's handwriting
that I have never been able to fathom.
[Eleanor reads in French]
Ah.
"Drink from the writer's water,
"close to where the brave have fallen.
"Where the traitor lies, you will find your fate."
I have been trying to work out for so many years
what that means.
My mother and father were very wealthy people.
I think they tried to hide some of their riches
from the Nazis.
I have always been convinced
this riddle will lead me to it.
- Oh.
- Now, I am nearing the end of my life.
I just need to know.
Can you help me?
- The end of your life?
- The...
They told me I had three months
a year ago.
I am living on borrowed time.
To put this to rest, before I die,
would be a wonderful thing.
- Mum.
- Cherie.
[Adele sniffles]
- I promise you
I will try my best.
Oh, your necklace, is it suffragettes?
- [laughs] Les Anglais.
You are not all bad.
[all laugh]
- Becky.
I found us a place to cast the show.
Yes, I know.
I am pretty amazing.
And it's for free.
Yeah, it'll save us three grand at least.
Oh, it's local.
Yeah, batty old couple offered us their place.
It's a chateau.
Well, they didn't mention payment,
so I certainly wasn't going to.
And, Becky,
next time try and answer in less than three rings.
Comprendre?
- Did you know if you stretched it out into a single strand,
there's enough DNA inside you to leave the solar system?
- That's fascinating.
Shall I book you a taxi?
- All right, smart mouth.
Just because you're jealous of my vast intellect.
- Can your vast intellect get me a coffee?
- It's your turn.
- [Claudette] [scoffs] No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is. - Dad.
- Ah, hello.
- Oh, hello.
- Erm, I'm so sorry to bother you.
I just wondered because you know the area so well.
Could you have a look at something for me?
- Er, yeah, sure.
- Oh, hello.
- Hi.
- Oh, good timing, actually.
Claudette was just about to make some coffee.
Weren't you, Claudette?
- I mean, she practically dragged him to the chateau.
- She must've been keen.
She forgot her wine.
- The woman must be desperate.
I mean, who wants to appear on a cheap TV show anyway?
- Hey, guys.
Erm, I'm going to be holding castings for the show
up at the chateau tomorrow.
Can I just put down the location?
- Of course.
- I'd love you to come along.
I've never had a landlord and landlady on the show before.
Always the linchpins of a community.
Give me a call.
I'm popping back up there now to set up.
- Will do.
Thanks, Miles.
- Pleasure.
- She seems to think this book
is the key to her inheritance.
- God.
She was only seven?
I can't imagine how terrifying that must have been.
- It's beyond comprehension.
- "Where the brave have fallen."
Hang on.
Now, I know this looks messy,
but I know exactly where everything is.
[Jean chuckles]
[map rustling]
- Hey.
Where did you get this?
I haven't seen one of these for years.
- Yeah, it was a wedding present.
Horrible, isn't it?
- You do know what this is?
- It's a paperweight with a dead lizard inside,
slightly buzz-eyed.
[Jean laughs]
- This is a Pantin salamander paperweight.
You see, the lampwork is so exquisite
that it looks like the salamander is real.
- Oh.
Blimey.
There you go.
- Mm.
And you know how much it's worth?
- No.
- [chuckles] This could be worth thousands.
- Really?
That thing?
- Really.
I can get rid of it for you, if you want,
I know loads of dealers.
- No, no, no, no.
Er...
Save that for a rainy day.
My!
Thank you, Auntie Flo.
[Jean laughs]
- Right, now.
We are looking for "the writer's water."
So, the original writer was a Normand poet called Turold.
Er, here in the last line.
- Is this what you used before technology?
- Well, technology was a little bit different in 1943.
- Oh, that's it!
We need a map from 1943.
- The library.
They've got a massive cartography section.
- Oh, brill!
- What's cartography?
- Well, it's the art of maps.
Well, more of a science, really.
I love a good map, me.
- Mm.
- I mean, SATNAVs are all very well,
but there's nothing like the romance
of a battered old road map, you know.
It's a dying art.
- [Jean] Yeah, I'm with you there.
Shall we go, then?
- Erm, why don't you just google it?
Or does that, like, spoil the romance?
Right, I'm off to meet Xav.
Laters.
- Maybe we should, er...
- Google it. - Google it, yeah.
- Let's see.
- Erm...
- [Dom] So, what was the name again?
- Turold.
[jazzy music]
- There it is.
It's a well.
Well, well, well.
- Stop being daft!
[He snorts]
[jazzy music]
- [Dom] Oh.
- What?
- It's in the chateau garden.
- Oh.
- So, I plan to start early,
so I'll be here around 9 AM.
- [chuckles] My pleasure.
Now, listen, we don't surface before midday,
so put us down for a late slot, okay?
- No problem.
- Oh!
Hello, you two!
What a delight to see you both.
Now...
This is Miles.
He's a TV producer.
- I like your suit.
Hi, I'm Dom.
- Miles.
- Hi, I'm Jean.
- Ah, hi, Jean.
All right, you're a day early.
The castings are tomorrow.
- Castings?
- Oh!
Oh, no, er, we're not a couple.
- What?
- Er, he's looking for couples for "A New Life in France."
- You two would be perfect for it.
- Erm, here to see Jeremy, actually.
Erm, there's a reference to a well
in a book that I'm reading
and we're led to believe that it's,
well, it's in your garden.
- The well?
Yes, yes!
Grandfather built it during the war.
Father had it filled in ages ago.
- So there was one here?
Erm, could you show us where it was?
[car horn honking]
- All right, that'll be my taxi.
Thanks again for the help, Jeremy.
And maybe I'll see you tomorrow.
- I don't think so.
- Yes, my father had it filled in
because Walter fell down it twice.
- Walter?
- Alsatian.
Ex-police dog, my childhood pet.
Lost an eye in the line of duty.
Lived till he was 18.
Ah, well, here we are.
- When was it filled in?
- Well, I can't really remember.
When I was a child.
- What are we looking for?
- Er...
I'm not sure, but
I don't think it's here.
Well, thanks for letting us have a look.
- My pleasure.
Why don't you go out the back gate?
It's nearer the road.
Are you sure you won't join us for a little aperitif?
- Oh, we've got a taxi run,
but thanks, anyway.
- [laughs] No problem.
Right, well, I'm gonna get back and sort out the old girl.
Toodle pip!
[birds chirping]
[door thuds shut]
- Where do we go now?
- I wonder when that wall was built.
- Hm.
- Come on.
- [Dom] I wish it was a little bit spookier.
- [Jean] Black cross!
- [Dom] Oh, yeah, that's done it.
- [Jean] That's interesting.
- [Dom] Is it?
- Well, historically, the black cross was a symbol
of the Prussian Army.
Maybe the Nazis buried their fallen here in plain sight.
- What, and Eleanor's mum thought this was
a good place to hide the treasure?
- Oh, right.
Okay.
In the poem,
the bloke who was the traitor was called Ganelon.
So I suppose that's the name we're looking for.
- What's a French bloke doing in a German burial ground?
[Jean sighs]
- "Drink from the writer's water,
"close to where the brave have fallen.
"There the traitor lies..."
The Resistance.
- Oh, Ganelon!
Found it!
- No!
[explosion blasts]
[ambulance siren blaring nearby]
- Here you go, lovely.
- Oh!
Oh, thank you, luv.
Mm.
Coffee's fantastic here.
[Gloria chuckles]
- How are you feeling?
- Me?
I'm fine.
Oh, thanks for coming, luv.
I didn't know Claudette's number and
I didn't know who else to ring.
- You did right, luv.
Me and Dom go back a long way.
Hey, have you heard about the castings?
- Castings?
- That telly program about living in France.
They're auditioning in Sainte Victoire.
- Yeah, we bumped into the producer just before
this happened.
- I think I might go for it.
- I thought they were looking for couples.
- They might not know what they want
until it's in front of them.
Anyhow, show business runs in the family.
My Auntie Joyce was a Phone-a-Friend on
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire."
- Oh?
Did she get it right?
- No.
[Jean sighs]
- He's a lovely bloke, isn't he?
- [chuckles] He certainly is.
- What happened with his wife?
[Dom groans]
- Hey, hello there.
- Oh...
What happened?
- It was booby trap.
- You were really lucky.
- Mm.
- I worked out that Eleanor's mum was in the Resistance.
Eleanor said that she picked up the book
on the way out of the house,
but her mum must have left it there for the Nazis to find.
- Sorry, I'm not following.
- Oh, sorry, I'll try and explain.
- Right.
Can you keep it simple?
Because my head is banging.
- In Occupied France, the Resistance used this
as a common tactic.
They would leave fake clues to lure the Nazis
to find supposed buried treasure.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, it was such a clever double bluff.
'Cause when the Nazis worked out the clues,
they got led to a place and then blown up.
- Blimey!
- Mm-hmm.
- Do I look as crusty as I feel?
- Crustier.
- Yeah.
[Gloria laughs]
- So we're back to square one, then?
- Looks like it.
Hey. - Hi.
- [Jean] Hi.
- How does the other fellow look?
- Well, not as good as you two.
- You look awful.
- Thank you very much.
- We've got a casting.
It's been suggested that we,
Niall and I, are going to be the leading characters.
- Oh, wow!
Are they doing a remake of "Misery?"
[both laughing]
- It's a high quality TV show, actually.
- Hey.
Dom has been blown up, if you haven't noticed.
He triggered a booby trap that was meant for the Nazis.
- Like you do.
- Anyway, I'd better be off.
See you later.
Glad you're here.
- Mm.
- Dad!
Are you okay?
- Ooh, not too hard, I'm still a little bit delicate.
- What's going on?
- We've got a casting.
- I mean with my dad.
- They uncovered a bomb meant for the Nazis.
- [Claudette] They?
- [Niall] Jean and Dom.
- I'm sorry, Claudette, it was all my fault.
- No, it was no one's fault.
We were just trying to help someone out.
- That's not much help, getting you blown up, is it?
- Erm, it's probably time I go.
- Oh!
Thanks for being here.
- Er, see you both soon.
- We'd better be off, too.
We need to warm up.
[gentle music]
[Gloria blubbering]
[gentle music]
- Hi.
- Take a seat.
- Right, thanks.
- Gloria.
- No worries.
- What part of the States are you from?
- New York.
- Ah, I love the city.
Walking the Highline in the spring?
There's nowhere quite like it.
- Oh, yeah, and the coffee is to die for.
- Are you really from New York?
- No.
- Where are you from?
- Manchester.
- Right.
- Actually, it's nearer Oldham.
Do you want to hear my song now?
- Uh, why not?
- Here we go.
♪ That's right
- And he will recover, yes?
- Yes, he's been very lucky.
The doctor said one step to the left and
it would've been a different story.
- Oh!
- So your mum was in the Resistance?
- Yes.
She was.
- Wow.
Quite the woman.
- Mm.
- Have you got anything else I can look at?
Maybe in the box?
- Have another look.
- Ah, right.
Do you know where this was taken?
- No.
Why?
- Well...
The picture in the background...
Well, it looks like a Cezanne.
But...
It's hard to tell whether it's a print or the original.
Can I take this?
- Yes, of course.
But, please,
bring it back to me.
- Oh, well, hopefully with your treasure.
[Eleanor laughs]
- Thank you so much for helping me.
And for not giving up.
You are truly a woman of your word.
- Well, deeds not words, eh?
[Eleanor laughs]
[nun playing sax solo]
- So what is it that makes Sainte Victoire
such a vital place for the antique collector?
- I think the geographical placing has a lot to do with it.
Don't you think, Celine?
- If you like a lot of old junk,
it's the only place to be.
- Okay, thanks.
That's great.
I think I've got all I need there.
- Really?
Don't you want to hear about the Eurovision Song Contest?
You know my monitors were sabotaged.
- Er, that sounds fantastic,
but that's all for today.
But you were brilliant.
Thank you both.
- Do you know when they'll be making any decisions?
- Yes.
Tomorrow evening, I'll pop in the pub
and let you know before I leave.
Thank you.
Okay.
Oh hi.
You've not seen Jean here today, by any chance?
- No, no, we're the last couple here.
Saved the best till last. [laughs]
- Darling, Judith! [laughs]
Erm, Judith...
- So, you bought the house from your own family, then?
- Yes, it's quite an interesting story--
- Oh, Miles, this is going to be so much fun!
The girls at the British Club are going to be so jealous.
Mind you, between ourselves,
they are quite jealous already.
I mean, I said, "It's not my fault I can eat what I want
"and stay so slim."
Beauty can be a curse, you know, Miles.
So...
When do we start?
- Darling.
We haven't been chosen yet.
- [laughs] Oh, come on, don't be silly.
Who else is going to come close in this village?
Will there be a wrap party?
- [Jeremy] A what?
- Oh, you know, that's the party they throw
after the production is finished
and it is always wild. [laughs]
Oh, how exciting!
- Er, Judith, let's not get carried away.
- Oh, Miles, darling, I think you can rely on us
to be the most gracious of celebrity couples.
It won't faze us.
You know, I was once in a lift with Terry Wogan
and I didn't bat an eyelid.
[bickering in foreign language]
- [Jean] Oh, hello!
[shop bell rings]
- Ah, Madame White.
To what do we owe the pleasure?
- Well, I wondered if you'd look at something for me.
Now, I've had a look, but I can't quite tell
if this Cezanne is a print or it's an original.
- Bien sur, it's highly likely to be an original,
since he used to live in the next village.
- Did he?
That's amazing.
- Mm.
Cezanne is...
He's one of my favorite artists.
His brushstrokes, his darkness.
- His depression.
- The father of us all.
- Pardon?
- That's what Picasso called Cezanne.
Tres bien.
- Ah, oui!
Bien sur. [laughs]
- Right, well, thank you, and, erm,
au revoir.
- Au revoir.
[shop bell dings]
[bickering in foreign language]
[gentle music]
- Bonjour.
I was wondering if you could help me.
Erm, I'm looking, erm,
for any information on, erm,
on this.
[woman speaking foreign language]
- Oh, merci.
[woman speaking foreign language]
[man singing lullaby]
- Voila, madame.
- Ah!
She received a Citizen of Merit.
[woman speaking foreign language]
- Oh.
[gentle music]
- [Docent] Voila.
- Ah!
[gentle music]
Ah!
I'm so sorry.
I thought we had a breakthrough with the Cezanne,
but it looks like it belonged to the museum the whole time.
- Oh.
It's all right.
- I don't think there's anything your mother couldn't do.
- How wonderful it would have been to have known her
when I was a young woman.
What a force she would have been now.
She would have loved all the opportunities,
the way technology lays the world at your fingertips.
[Jean laughs]
- I used to have one of these. [laughs]
[music box plays]
[Eleanor sings lullaby]
- What did you just sing?
- My personal lullaby.
My mother rewrote the words for me.
[Jean quotes in French]
- Oui.
- Does that mean "Ellie in her nightie?"
- Oui.
Erm, Eleanor, this is going to sound really strange.
But could I have a look at your walking stick, please?
- Eh, bien sur.
- Thank you.
Erm, do you mind?
- Be my guest.
Where did you find this?
- In my mother's box. [laughs]
Adele thought it would be fun to make it into
a topper for my walking stick.
[device beeping]
[device bleeps]
- This is gold.
24 carat.
[Eleanor speaks foreign language]
- I have never really paid it any attention.
- "Ellie in her nightie."
- My personal lullaby.
- Yes.
But also a term for the Rolls Royce Spirit of Ecstasy.
You know those little angels
on the front of a Rolls Royce car?
- Yes.
- Well, they were inspired by an actress called
Eleanor Thornton
and they've been called all different names like, erm,
flying lady and silver lady and, erm,
"Ellie in her nightie."
- My father had a very big car.
The Nazis seized it when they took my mother and brother.
She kept her word.
Maman was trying to tell me
she was beside me all this time.
[Eleanor singing in French]
- Eleanor...
What was your brother called again?
- If walls could talk, eh?
Like time travelers in paintings.
- What?
- Look at any old painting,
there's always one face that shouldn't be there.
One face that's just out of sync with everybody else.
Time travelers.
- Sorry about that.
Some people have too many questions. [laughs]
- No problem.
Hi, I'm Jean White.
- And I'm Dom.
- Hello.
- I was here the other day
and you were singing a funny song to a little boy.
- Oh, I hope your ears have recovered.
[both laugh]
Yes, silly, really.
I always sing it to children to make them laugh.
My mother used to sing it to me and my sister
when we were children.
- Have you always been called Victor?
- Oh, er, actually, it's my middle name.
It seemed appropriate after we won the war. [laughs]
[Bal-musette music]
[Jean laughs]
[Bal-musette music]
[Judith starts]
[Bal-musette music]
- Your face looks so much better.
- It couldn't look much worse.
- [Gloria] Oh! [laughs]
Oh, here she comes.
- Dominic!
I am so relieved you are alive.
It must have been really terrifying.
- Thank you, Judith, but I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.
- You are my utter pleasure, Dominic.
My pleasure-treasure. [laughs]
[mobile chimes]
- Jean.
- Adele, where are you going?
- Eleanor,
there's someone here that we'd like you to meet.
- Ellie!
- Er, do I know you?
- We haven't seen each other for such a long time.
[Eleanor chuckles]
- Pardon?
[Victor sings lullaby]
- Henri?
- Oui.
[gentle music]
- Your face!
I never thought I would see that face again.
- Nor I yours.
- I searched for you for so long.
- Mother and I were separated on the transport.
I was rescued by the Sisters of Sienne.
- Oh!
You grew up a Catholic.
- Oui.
[Eleanor laughs]
- And you?
Did they find you?
- Yes, Marie found me.
And I grew up a Catholic, too.
- The sisters took me to New York,
where I lived with an American family.
I came back home when I married.
- You have been in France all this time?
- Oui.
The nuns changed my name when they falsified my documents.
- Ah.
It's why I could not find you.
- Oui.
I looked for you, too.
But the records were destroyed during the War.
- Et Maman?
What happened to Maman?
- Maman.
Excuse.
- I'll get some cognacs.
- Hey, Dom.
Jean's quite the character, isn't she?
- Yeah.
Yeah, she certainly is.
- Yeah, I couldn't help overhear.
But can you tell me what all that was about?
- Well, er,
it all started with this book.
[gentle music]
- [Miles] Thanks, Dom.
- Er, Miles?
Did you, er--
- Ah, Judith!
Now, I'm glad I caught you.
I've just spoken to a colleague of mine
and he thinks you'd be perfect
for the next series of "Nightmare Brits Abroad."
Here's his card, give him a ring.
- Bravo, darling!
- Can I settle my tab, please, Celine?
- Of course, let's call it, er, 40 euros.
Can I ask if we...
- Oh, I'm afraid it didn't go your way.
1990s are a bit done, I'm afraid.
15 minutes of fame and all that.
Thanks, anyway.
Jean, I am absolutely fascinated by what I've just seen
and I think you'd be perfect for the show.
So, here's my card.
Give Becky a call and she'll get the ball rolling.
- Oh, er, sorry, erm, Miles,
er, I don't want to be on television.
[Miles laughs]
- This opportunity would be great exposure, Jean.
Like, at least have a think about it.
- I don't need to think about it
and I certainly don't want exposure.
- Hm, well, what possibly could you be doing
that is more important than being on my show?
- Well, you see, the thing is,
I've got this big pile of emergency ironing to do.
- All right, Jean Kardashian.
- [laughs] Shut it.
How did he know about me anyway?
- Sorry.
- Oh.
- No, it was a lovely thing that you did.
- Thank you.
I was really worried about you, you know.
- Oh?
Were you, now?
How worried?
- What?
- Well, on a scale of one to ten.
- Really?
- Yeah, go on.
- Six and a half.
- Six and a half?
I nearly get blown up and you're giving it six and a half?
- All right, all right.
Erm, seven?
- Oh, no.
You're all right mate.
Forget it.
Unbelievable.
- [Jean] Seven and a half?
[dramatic music]