All language subtitles for 72 - Allo Allo S8e00 - A Bun In The Oven

It is now September the 13th, 1943.

It is nearly two years since
I last spoke to you

and as you can see, I have
gotten a little thinner on top

and a little fatter down below.

But I am a happy man because
I have good news.

The British airmen are finally gone.

They escaped down the drain to the coast
and, disguised as a couple of squids,

...they were...

...they were netted by an English trawler.

The Italian Captain has also gone also
because Mussolini has thrown in the towel.

And for the Germans, well,
the war is not going well.

Here in Nouvion we are getting
quite cocky about it.

Rene.

Rene, I must speak to you.

Not now, Yvette.
I am not quite finished.

Soon the British will be here
and I will be wearing many medals

for my heroic exploits
as a hero of the Resistance.

In fact, for the first time, I can truthfully
say I have not a care in the world.

Yes, what is it?

I am pregnant.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Oh, hold me.
Tell me you love me.

Well, of course I do.
Who is the father?

Why, you!
Who else?

That was the next question
I was going to ask.

- Rene, it is your child.
- Keep your voice down.

- Oh my God, this is terrible.
- What?

I mean it's terrible
we cannot tell anybody.

I am a married man.

But you are not.
And as far as the town knows,

you are the twin brother
of the Rene who was shot,

who was the husband of Madame Edith, which
makes you your own brother-in-law by marriage.

Well, despite that comforting explanation,
for some reason my hands are still shaking.

Oh, Rene, hold me.

Kiss me.
Comfort me.

Should you not get a second opinion?

This was a second opinion.
The first said it was twins.

Oh my God.

Leave it to me.

I will try to find a way
to keep everyone happy.

Rene!

What are you doing holding
that servant girl in your arms?

You stupid woman!

Can you not see this poor girl is pregnant?

Oh, my poor child.

Who is the culprit?

It is the life she leads.

It is impossible to say.
Is that not so, Yvette?

Almost.

Tell me, and if he will not marry you,
I will slit his throat.

I hope it was an officer.
Think hard.

- I am.
- Oh, the shame.

A child out of wedlock.

I have an idea.

To prevent the shame falling
on this poor innocent girl,

who lives the life she does

only to keep her poor old mother
in firewood and paraffin,

I will...
I will sacrifice myself and marry her.

You will do nothing of the kind!

You are married to me!

I am officially dead.

You are not going to
get out of it that easily.

You could have it in secret
and I shall say it is mine.

I am used to shame.

I have a better idea.

Rene and I can say it is ours.

And we can hide Yvette away
in the attic until the baby is born.

But, Madame Edith, how are you
going to convince people

that a virtuous woman
like you is in the club?

I will put a cushion up my dress
and exude a youthful bloom.

And of course, bigger cushions
as the days go by.

You are so kind, Madame Edith.

But I could not let you bear
the shame of a child out of wedlock.

Or even a cushion.

As far as the villagers are concerned, you are
the wife of his dead twin brother, a single woman.

I will put up the cushion
and say the child is mine.

No, you will not.
They are my cushions.

And if Rene is so keen
to protect a woman's honor,

he can marry me officially
and say it is ours.

A little hero of the Resistance.

A thought to conjure with.

If only it were mine.

I can see it all now.

You have just woken up, little knowing
what a special day it is going to be.

Rene, darling, is it nearly 10:00.

Oh, how kind of you to let me sleep so late.

What a lucky man I am.

Dearest, I have a surprise for you.

Oh, tea and biscuits in bed.

What more could I want apart from a kiss
from the lips of the woman I love?

Brace yourself for some surprising news.

I am braced.
What can it be?

Have you not recently noticed
that I have a bloom in my cheeks?

Oh, yes, I have. And I thought to myself,
how lovely she looks and how young.

And have you not noticed that every day
I have been knitting little woolen garments?

Well, all knitting is little to start with.

Have you not noticed I have got
a little bigger around the middle?

So you have.

What can it mean?

- Oh, do not tell me that...
- Yes.

- You mean...
- Yes.

- You're not...
- Yes.

- A little?
- Yes. Yes!

I am so happy, I can hardly speak.

We are going to have
a little hero of the Resistance.

Or perhaps a little heroine.

I must marry you as soon as possible.

I knew you would say that.

I have someone standing by.

We are ready, your excellency.

Do you take this pregnant woman
to be your lawful wedded wife?

I do.

- And do you...
- Oh, yes, yes!

Then I pronounce you man and wife.

Excuse me.
I have to return to the Vatican.

Fancy the pope coming all this way.

A hero deserves nothing less.

And so much fog at the Vatican.

Edith?
Edith, are you paying attention?bbb

Oh, I'm sorry, Rene.
Yes, what is it?

We must find the father of this poor girl's child
and make him marry her, but not be hasty.

Give her time to remember.

And in the meantime, say nothing.

This secret must remain
within these four walls.

Good moaning.

Good moaning.

I have some bod nose for you.

There is a rumor going around the tune that
one of your wattresses has a bin in the oven.

Oh no, the shame!

- Whoever it is.
- Is it tree?

You can rely on moo to be discroot.

It is mine!

Three bins?

There's seems to have been quite
a lot of honky-ponky going on.

Nothing is certain.

And we would be obliged if you
would keep this rumor to yourself.

Until we know whose little cushion it is.

A nid is as good as a wonk to a blond herse.

My lips are soiled.

Even if they were not,
no one would be any the wiser.

Well, I must be about my bosiness.

Shame shame!

You've got to find out
whose cushion it is soon.

The rumor seems to be sprooding.

- Shame!
- No!

Shame!

They are all pointing at us.

I am not having this sort of shame.

I agree.
Now it is all over the town.

It is too late to have it in secret.

You had better find out who
the father is as quickly as possible.

I am thinking hard.

I am thinking even harder.

I wish you'd thought of this
six months ago, Gruber.

We'd no idea the war was going so badly.

It's all Goebbels's fault.

Lying to us with all that propaganda.

Trust me, Colonel, if we can get
to Spain before the British invade,

my friend at the monastery
will look after us.

Do we have to learn Spanish?

I have a smattering of it,
and it could be useful

if we could say a few words
when we get to the border.

Desertion's a risky business, Gruber.

Not as risky as being a prisoner of war
in a camp of rough fellows.

True. We must be prepared for the worst.

Now this is a very basic Spanish lesson.

So you want to speak Spanish.

Are you listening with
your translation booklets?

Yes, we have the booklet.

Lesson one.
Pay great attention to the accent.

Make your s's sound like t's and keep
the tongue behind the teeth.

Here are some useful tips
on finding somewhere to stay.

Repeat after me.

Where is the Hotel Saratoga in Seville?

Where is the Hotel Saratoga in...

In where?

Seville.

Please, can I have a single room with shower
and nice vista overlooking the sea?

Repeat.

Please, can I have a single room with shower
and nice vista overlooking the sea?

No!

It's too difficult.

It's a barbarous language.

It sounds...
It sounds nothing like German.

Well, that's because it's Spanish.

No, after a moment of token resistance,
I will surrender to the British when they arrive.

If only we still had the painting
of the Fallen Madonna to sell.

If we had, we could employ a Spanish
person to speak Spanish for us.

General Von Klinkerhoffen!

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

Gramophone records?

I hope you haven't been wasting
your time listening to popular music?

No, General, we were looking
for one of the Führer's speeches.

To boost our morale.

So you have been wasting your time.

Incidentally, I've heard a rumor
that certain generals are suspected

of being involved in a bomb plot
to blow up our beloved leader.

Outrageous!

You are still loyal despite
all the military blunders?

To the end.

Not even a teeny-weeny bit fed up
with his rantings and ravings?

He does go on a bit, but that's the Führer.

Be assured, we are loyal to the end.

Then I will drop the subject.

And as far as the end is concerned,
it may be nearer than we think.

The British and their yankee
allies could invade at any time.

We are ready to retreat the moment
you give the order, General.

There will be no retreat and no surrender.

This does lessen the options.

We're gonna fight to the last man,
and the last bullet.

And if this post is overrun, we will retreat
to the chateau and we will make a stand

which will add one final glorious chapter
to my family's military history!

If you have any useful suggestions
regarding this last stand, let me know.

I shall be in my quarters.

Would you like a girl of easy
virtue sent to your room?

Thanks for the thought, Gruber,
but I'll make my own arrangements.

Mamma, I have brought you some
chicken and leek broth and two straws.

Oh, how lovely you look.

I'm getting ready for the invasion.

The conquering soldiers expect it.

But last time you said
they raped and pillaged.

This time I shall be happy
to settle for pillage.

See how the years drop away.

It is incredible.

Ernest, soup.

For a moment, I thought it was a dream
and I was in bed with Louis XVI.

Mama is getting ready for the invasion.

She says she wants to welcome the troops.

If they see that, they may
turn around and go home.

Suck on your soup and shut up.

Soon the sun will shine on France
and a new world will dawn.

Can you not feel the wind
of freedom blowing already?

I am expecting it at any moment.

It is time to call London.

What indignity!

The soup is everywhere.

I have a leek in my pyjamas.

Will you remind Baron Frankenstein and
his latest creation that there is a war on?

Listen very carefully,

I shall say this only once:

I am the one who calls London and you are not
allowed to even press a button without me.

- You were late.
- I was having a facial.

We must all look good for the invasion.

By the way, there is a rumor
that someone in the cafe is...

Oh no, the shame!

So it is true.
And the father?

She is trying to remember.

- Is nothing secret?
- Who told her?

I may have mentioned it in passing,
but no one else knows.

This is London calling.

We are ready to receive you.

Hello, London. This is Blue Tit.
Have you a message for us?

Yes, we hear someone is in the pudding club.

Oh, the shame.

Do not worry.
It will go no further than England.

It is just a rumor.
Over.

We hoped it might be you, Blue Tit.

We hoped it might be a child of a heroine.

No, just a local tart.
Over.

How dare you!

We are sending a plane for Nighthawk.

Hello, this is Nighthawk.
I do not want to go to London.

I have been there once
and that is enough. Over.

Do not argue.
The plane will arrive tonight.

It will be in the long meadow
before the moon is full.

That is all.
Over and out.

Hello, do not out until I am over.

Hello? Well, I am not going,
so there you are.

But, Rene, you know the area from here
to the coast like the back of your hand.

It is a very important assignment.

You'll probably parachute down
with the first wave.

It is a great honor.

Oh, Rene, please stay.
Do not leave me now.

There, you see?

This girl does not want me to leave
until I find out the father of her child.

She is in my care.

I feel responsible... for her care, that is.

I know Monsieur Alfonse had a brief career
in his younger days as a stage hypnotist.

Maybe he could put her under
and get her to remember.

On second thought, it is a great honor
to be chosen to lead the invasion.

I have very many big decisions to make.

Money is the key.

We can't go on the run without money.

If only we hadn't lost the painting.

Who had it last?
I forget.

The General.
It was stolen from his chateau.

- Since then, nothing.
- Smells of the Gestapo.

If Rene had it, he'd have vanished by now.

I questioned him thoroughly, never taking
my eyes off his for an instant.

I'm sure he hasn't got it.

Although I must admit, he has got something.

My brain's been stagnating.

It needs this type
of emergency to get it going.

Helga's the key.

If Flick has the painting,
she will find out.

Tell her to come in.

Helga, a moment if you're not too busy.

I was just ordering some more
ammunition for the last great stand.

Are you all right for bullets
and hand grenades?

- Our drawers are full.
- So are mine.

Forget the heroics.

Gruber and I are thinking
of avoiding direct conflict.

You mean doing a runner?

Something along those lines.
Only we need money.

We need the painting.

For two years now it has been missing.

I suspect Herr Flick, but he will give
nothing away, despite my feminine wiles.

Well, if he does have it,
this is how we will find out.

You'll go to see him,
and while you are there,

Gruber will phone and pretend to be one
of Himmler's ruthless Gestapo men.

Will that be a deep voice?

Any voice except yours.

You will say that your men are in town and will call
any minute to collect the portrait for the Führer.

If Flick has it, he will panic
and he'll reveal its hiding place.

Wish me luck.

What excuse do we give for the visit?

I shall tell him I have a gift.

- Do you need some petty cash?
- No.

I am the gift.

Let's hope it works.

- If it doesn't, we've only one choice left.
- And that is?

The Hotel Saratoga at Seville.

By George, you've got it.

I do wish Yvette would remember who the swine
was so I could kill him with my bare hands.

I can think of nothing else.

Hold me, Rene.

Oh, how I wish it had been me.

If it had, Rene, would you have
offered to have married me?

Of course I would.

I can imagine breaking
the news to you gently.

You would be sitting at the table
writing out the menu.

In case you wondered where I was,
I've just been to see the doctor.

Has he given you some cream for those chapped
little hands that scrub and clean, day and night,

for a mere pittance so you can
be near the man you love?

Yes, but more importantly, he has confirmed
what I suspected for some time.

You have housemaid's knee.

I am in the pudding club.
Look.

Good heavens.
Almost a founding member.

- And it is yours.
- What a shock.

Will you marry me?

Would you expect anything less
from a man of honor?

But what about Edith?

Aren't you afraid of what she might do?

After all, she has set her heart
on marrying you again.

She would expect only the best from me.

- Edith.
- Yes, Rene.

I will break it gently to her.

I did not like to mention it before, but I have been
having an affair with Mimi, our trusted waitress

and she is slightly pregnant.

So I see.

Oh, I am so happy for you both.

You will marry her, of course.

You do not mind?

You have my blessing.

How could I deny a hero of
the Resistance his just reward?

And I promise not to shoot myself
until after the wedding

because I would not like to spoil anything.

Always a sport.

3:00 this afternoon.

- At the church.
- At the hospital.

Quick, I must get to the hospital.

What are you talking about, Mimi?

Sorry, Rene, I was daydreaming.

Oh, hold me!

For under this blouse, a little girl's heart is beating
and I would like it to beat in time with yours.

It will have to speed up a bit.

Now look, you go to the kitchen
and give that dough a good knead

so that the bread will rise properly.

I will think of you while I do it.

Good girl.

- Rene, back room. Quick.
- What is it?

Hold me.

Rene, what a tricky predicament.

Everyone knows, except they
do not know what you and I know.

They must never know what you and I know.

I know, but I want to shout it
from the rooftops.

Well, try to control yourself, Yvette.
That roof is dangerous.

Do you want to marry me or not?

Of course.
I will marry you after the invasion is over.

You promise, as soon as they invade?

Scout's honor.

If I still had my woggle
I would swear on it.

Rene, hold me.

Hold us.

Just for the record, was it
the bedroom or the broom cupboard?

The broom cupboard,
when you banged your head.

Oh yes, I remember.

It was one of those days.

Germany calling, Germany calling.

The glorious German air force continues
to shoot down hundreds of enemy planes.

Our defenses are secure and the Führer
has decreed from his bunker

that we shall be victorious.
The setbacks are minor

and the Third Reich will flourish
for 1000 years as promised.

I would tell you more,
but there's a minor air raid.

That was a near one.

Helga is here, Herr Flick.

Quite a stranger.

I was just listening to the radio.

Bad news I see.

We are failing to turn the tide.

As this being so, we may not
have long to say goodbye.

Surely we're not failing that fast.

No, but Von Smallhausen and I will not be
the most popular people in town

when the allies invade, and
we intend to make ourselves scarce.

What will you use for money?

Sell something?

We have nothing to sell.

I have here the Gestapo forgery kit,

which turns out not unreasonable
facsimiles of most currencies.

Unfortunately, we cannot
get the correct paper.

So we are practicing on
the rolls from the powder room.

It will not be easy passing escudos notes
stamped with the word "bogsan."

Nevertheless, I'm sure they will
come in handy for something.

Otto Flick, this is
Gestapo headquarters, Berlin.

Our best men are about to call on you to collect
the portrait of the Fallen Madonna for the Führer.

Hand it over or you will be shot!

Excellent.
It sent a shiver down my spine.

Mine too.

What is it, Herr Flick?
You have gone quite white.

Something that sent a shiver down my spine.

- Helga, you must help me.
- Of course.

Contrary to what I recently said, I do have
the portrait of the Fallen Madonna.

Rough Gestapo men will be here
any moment to collect it.

Mess up the office.

It will look as though the Resistance
have raided us and stolen the painting.

Now, Helga, you must handcuff Von Smallhausen
and me sitting at these chairs.

I will hide the key in my shoe.

- Where is the painting?
- It is in a safe place.

Would it not be better, Herr Flick,
if I took it for safekeeping?

No. Now take my truncheon from
the desk and gently knock me out.

It will add realism to our tale.

Can I take an aspirin first?

There is no time.

- I cannot do it.
- Hurry, it is an order.

Very well, Herr Flick.

- Von Smallhausen.
- Hurry!

How can I, when I love you?

What?

It has always been you.
What is your first name?

Engelbert.

It has always been you, Bertie.

Have you not noticed how I have
endured Herr Flick's embraces?

But who was I staring at over his shoulder?

- Who?
- You, you little fool.

How could any woman resist
those big liquid brown eyes?

Gray, they're gray.

Deep down you must have known.

Well, deep down I did.

But it was so deep,
I thought it was just a rumor.

Tell me, darling, where's the painting?

I'll hide it for us until after the war.

I'm sitting on it, darling.

Sit up, Albert.

Engelbert.

Where's the catch?

It's under the seat, between my legs.

I'll hide it until we meet again.

One kiss before you do what you must?

I can't.

Oh, what the hell!

I do not think this is a good idea.

Maybe we shall find out the truth.

Yes, and when we know who did the "dood",
he will marry you or face the "quincyquonces".

I'm sorry I'm late.

I've had a terrible shock.

A stiff climbed out
of his coffin and went home.

I was sure he was dead.

But I was sitting in the mortuary
working out the bill, talking out loud

and the final figure must
have jumpstarted his heart.

I need a drink.

Now, Monsieur Alfonse,
can you hypnotize this girl?

She has information locked
deep in her subconscious.

Oh, no!

Was this the result of one of your
frequent trips up the stairs, Mademoiselle?

I expect so.

When was the last time I was here at night?

Please get on with it. We have a plane
to catch and many preparations to make.

- Rene, do not leave.
- He must.

- Oh no, not now.
- Please concentrate.

Now you are going into a deep sleep.

Deeper, deeper.

You cannot resist my croaky voice.

You will be entirely under my control.

Nod if you understand.

Who is the man you last entertained...

How can I put this delicately?

In a naughty way?

- The butcher.
- The baker.

The candlestick maker.

Not all at once.

- Did I say something?
- Nothing we did not know.

- Is the butcher the father?
- No.

Can you describe him?

He wears a striped apron and a straw hat.

Not the butcher.

Who is the father of the little one?

It is...

I'm very very sorry.
It is the dust.

Please, Mademoiselle, think quickly
before you go too deep.

She has fainted.

My power is too great.

We will try again tomorrow.

Good idea.
Now let us clear up the cafe.

There are customers coming.
Come on.

We will take her to the kitchen
and put her head under the tap.

What about him?

Such great power.

Monsieur, wake up.

I have been in a deep "trence",
during which I had a deep "thunk".

Really? What did you "thunk"?

Nothing.

My mind was a "blink".

Be at the long meadow when the moon is full.

We need all the landing lights we can get.

So bring your policeman's bicycle.

What "bercycle"?

And why am I dressed as a poluceman?

And why am I spooking fluent Franch?

I will explain it all later.

Perhaps I'll feel bitter
if I lie down for a bot.

Well, Helga, did our plan work?

Perfectly, Colonel.
I stole it from his secret hiding place.

Better than we expected.

Hand it over.

What's this?
There's a booby missing.

- I have it safely hidden.
- What?

I'm not sure you will cut me in
on the proceeds of the sale.

So I am keeping the booby as security.

When you find a buyer, I will reunite
the booby with the rest of the painting.

Helga, surely you trust us.

Not on your Nellie.

How could they possibly have
known unless you I was out cold.

I do not believe you.

And to find out exactly what
happened, I propose to use this.

What is that, Herr Flick?

A new truth serum extracted from the female
Patagonian firefly at the height of the mating season.

Roll up your sleeve.

It is extremely effective
and has only slight side effects.

Now the secret of a successful
injection is surprise.

Hold out your arm.

- That was a surprise.
- Now tell me the truth.

Suddenly, I can hold nothing back.

Helga revealed that she loved me.
She always has.

She took the painting after
I told her where it was.

After the war, we are
to be together for always.

Dunderhead, you have been duped.

That phone call was a hoax.

She wanted only the painting.

Damn, now I will have to be
nice to her to get it back.

- I thought she loved me.
- What rubbish.

I feel giddy.

I must lie down.

Is that the side effect?

That is one of the side effects
of the serum extracted

from the Patagonian firefly at the height
of the mating season, but not the main one.

When is that due?

About now.

Rene, do you have to go to England?

I must.
It is my duty for France.

Now try to hold on and make sure that
Monsieur Alfonse does not hypnotize you again.

I had a tin tack pressed in my hand.

I was in control.

I will never reveal that you are the father
until you are safely on your way to England.

And then I shall proudly announce it
and our intended marriage.

Well, if you are going to jump the gun,
when I am in the air will be the best time.

Otherwise, I could be delayed
when my country needs me.

This is from Madame Edith.

She is ready for her cabaret.
This is her introduction.

Oh my God.

She's doing the Turkish number.

You must say farewell in the backroom.

- I will leave by the window during it.
- Right.

Ladies and Gentlemen and officers,

it is cabaret time at Cafe Rene.

And tonight, Madame Edith wishes
to give you all that you would expect.

And so may I ask for the warmest
of welcomes for the harlot of the harem,

the concubine of Constantinople,
the temptress from Turkey

with the emphasis on the turkey,
Madame Edith!

Quick, the cheese board!

* I'm your Turkish delight... *

* ...and I wait every night in my room. *

* They all knock on the door. *

* And should you appear? *

* You have no need to fear. *

* We'd be on our own, that's for sure. *

* If you're looking for trouble... *

* ...my big hubba-bubble... *

* ...will quickly put you in the mood. *

* It never fails. *

* When I take off my veils... *

* ...and offer some exotic food... *

That reminds me, did you order
those two extra barrage balloons?

Farewell, my love.

I must mount my bicycle
and join Michelle and the girls.

Have you any last words for me?

Oh yes, you can use
my bicycle while I am away.

* Now have a quick drink
and before you can blink *

* I am suddenly down to just two. *

* When the time's right,
you'll haveTurkish delight *

* in a manner that's daring and new. *

* With six veils gone
you can shout, "carry on". *

* With just one veil twixt me and a blush. *

* I think I'll retire now that I've lit your fire... *

* ...I'll be waiting upstairs... *

* ...for the rush! *

We must try not to get
killed in the stampede.

Where are they?

Oh yes, the secret signal.

What a rigmarole.

Damn, a real owl.

- You are late.
- I had a puncture.

What are you doing in those little shorts?

If we are stopped, my girls are I are practicing
for the Tour de France when the war is over.

And what is my excuse?

You are timing us.

Will I be timing you from
the front or the rear?

From the front with me.

Quick, to the field.
Officer Crabtree is waiting for us.

Mind my gearbox, Colonel.

It is not wise to try
for reverse at this speed.

Gruber, what's going on?

Just Rene pursuing girls again.

I do not know where he gets the energy.

Where is the plane?

I am sure Gruber knew it was me.

Don't panic.
We left that tank miles behind.

As soon as we hear the earcraft
engines, the girls will piddle.

This will make their lumps light up
and guide the earcraft to this fold.

We are listening intently.

I think I can hear it in the distance.

Attention, ludies.

Can you all see my titch?

Yes!

The piddle when I flash it.

Gruber, can you see into Helga's room?

Yes, the curtains are open.

She is preparing for bed.

Any sign of the missing booby?

Not the missing one, no.

Listen, an airplane.

Colonel, it is an old biplane
with British markings.

The invasion has started.
It's coming in to land.

Shoot it down with your big gun.

Hold my binoculars.

Hurry up, Gruber.

I'm trying to get one up the spout.

You're supposed to have one up the spout.

Damn it, you're too late!
He's gone past.

No no!

He's turning.
He's coming back.

Quick, take aim.

I am taking aim!

Well, take aim quicker.

You're putting me off.

Put your fingers in your
fat ears and be quiet.

Gruber, how dare you!

- It is hit!
- The wheel has come off.

We shall not be leaving tonight.

My God, I must get back to the cafe.

I hit it.

I hit it. I hit it!

It's still flying.

Oh, dear.

I hope the pilot did not get
the number of this little tank.

When they invade, they'll be very cross.

Do not worry, Madame Edith.

I will look after you while he is away, huh?

I might even take a room here.

That would be tempting fate.

On second thought, I could make up
the bed in the room next to mine.

You could stay over if you like.

My dicky ticker is racing at the thought.

I have an announcement to make.

In case anyone has not heard,
I am with child.

And the father is...

Well, yes yes, go on.

And the father is...

...unknown!

- Shame!
- Shame, shame!

Oh, the shame.

You have missed your plane?

A lot of the plane just missed me.

Do you mind?

My back has only been
turned for half an hour.

Rene, we were just about
to find out who the father was.

Maybe tomorrow, Edith,
but that is another day.

You are leading again.

Sorry, Rene.