All language subtitles for Man.Woman.And.Child

(INAUDIBLE)

(BICYCLE BELL RINGING)

ROBERT: "Something there is
in the float of
the sight of things

"That provokes it
out of the soul

"Now I re-examine
philosophies and religions

"They may prove well in
lecture-rooms

"yet not prove at all
under the spacious clouds
and along the landscape

"and flowing currents."

I think Walt Whitman's trying
to tell us something here,
like maybe we should hold our

class outdoors, or maybe we
shouldn't hold it at all.
(CLASS LAUGHING)

Now before we get into
the elegy on Lincoln,

I thought it might be a good
idea for us to first review

a little bit of the activity
that Mr. Whitman was up to
during the Civil War.

Yeah.
Professor Beckwith, didn't he
try to buy his brother out

of serving in the army?

Yeah, and wasn't his older
brother, George, wounded
during the war?

Yeah, George was wounded at
Fredericksburg, that's why he
went to Washington...

I think that might be
a little bit of
a cop-out then...

He's obviously an egomaniac.
He wrote his own reviews
for crying out loud.

(EVERYONE CLAMORING)

Wait a minute, calm down.
Just a minute.

Now, I find this really
fascinating,

that here we are,
fighting amongst ourselves,

and defending
one position and another

on the man's personal life!

And not a word, not one
phrase, not one reference,

to any individual work
that he did.

The important thing is what
the man stood for, and that's
reflected in his work.

Daddy!
Hello, darling.

Climb up here and give
Daddy a kiss.

That a girl. Boy, you're
getting heavy.

You make your dentist
appointment today?

Yep.
Let's have a look.

Very good, then.
Guess what?

What?
Jessica kissed
a boy today.

Uh-oh.

Really? All of them are?
Everyone?
I just hate them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello, darling.
Hello, sweetheart.

How are you, Jess?
Hi, Dad, I'm fine.

What are you guys talking about?

Oh, Jessie was lamenting
the quality of
the opposite sex at school.

Well, lack of it, actually.
Oh, yeah? That's not
what I heard, red.

Oh, and by the way,
I found this bag of trash
in the living room.

Where should I put it?
Down the drain.
Like that one.

(GROANING)
What's for supper?

We are having hamburger
with blue cheese from
The New York Times.

Mom, it's a 60-minute gourmet...

Where's Paula?
What are you doing
under there?

Daddy. (GIGGLING)

SHEILA: ...two tablespoons,
you need to chop this...

Do you want
a glass of wine?
I would love that.

Okay, I need...
PAULA: I'll have
what I want.

SHEILA: How'd it go
with Larry, honey?

Well, the university board
is determined to cut down
my Humanities department.

What does that mean?

It means they wanna drop
nine of our people.

What? You're kidding.
Nine? Oh, for God's sake.

That's what I said.
What are you going to do?

Try and set up a meeting
tomorrow night with
some of the other chairmen.

You know who could help you?
Steve Nichols.
I already thought of that.

His wife is one of the trustees.

We'll need all the help
we can get.

I'm sorry. God.

Oh, no, it's not me,
it's our friends.

I know, but it's awful.

(CHILDREN BICKERING)
Come on, guys, cut it out,
will you, please?

It's not fair, Mom!
Oh, shut up...
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Now, listen, I've got some
good news for you, at least.

What's up?

We nailed Gavin Wilson's
new book for
the university press!

Hey! Congratulations.

That's a real coup, isn't it?

Oh, God, was I relieved.
Good for you.

Butter, please.

(THANKS IN FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Did Mom tell you about my plan?

What plan?

About Europe.
What about it?

I'd like to go.
I'm sure you would someday.

I mean this summer.
You know, one of
Garber's teenage tours.

She's not a teenager yet.

Oh, Daddy,
don't be punctilious.
I'm old enough to go.

You're only 12 and a half.

Shut up, birdbrain.

ROBERT: Come on, you guys.

What's your rush, Jessica?
Why can't you wait
another year?

I refuse to spend
another boring summer
with Grandma in her...

(STAMMERS)
...Cape Cod.

Bourgeois Cape Cod?

Yeah. So what if there's
nuclear war?

I could die without ever
seeing the Louvre.

Why don't you write a letter
to the President
and the politburo,

and maybe they'll make
an extra effort to keep things
quiet for another year.

Daddy, you're not
taking me seriously.

Daddy's saying no.

No, he isn't.

He hasn't said yes.

He's saying maybe.
Meaning?

Meaning I'll discuss it
with your mother.

I forgot to tell you
Louis Montcourage called
today from France.

Really, what did he want?
Should I call him back?

No, no, he's on his way
to the country,

but he says he will call you
tomorrow at 4:00.

I said at school.
Our time.

Remember, you promised
no lectures this summer.
Huh? Didn't he?

Yeah, you promised.

You promised.

I know that. Maybe I'm up
for a Legion of Honor.

If she goes to Europe,
can I go to Asia?

You're not going to
go to Asia, 'cause you
pick your nose.

What's wrong with that,
you never pick your nose?

No! That's a disgusting thing.
I do not pick my nose.

You mean you don't
get caught at it.

I think the picking of one's
nose is a good and healthy
thing, don't you?

Would you like some cake?

(KIDS GROANING)
(LAUGHING)

Here you go, kid, take a break.

Oh, thanks, honey.

I got us all set up at Doug's
for tomorrow night at 6:30.

Yeah? 6:30,
what about dinner?

Cathy's going to make a buffet.

Oh, that's nice,
it'll be like
a little party.

Let's hope it's not
a going-away party.
Nah, come on.

How does Wilson read?
God, he is a good writer,
you know,

but some of this prose
has got more starch in it
than our laundry.

Well, if all those guys
wrote like Adlai Stevenson,

you'd be
unemployed right now.
(LAUGHING) True.

Okay, just a minute. Look,
I've got one more paragraph,
I've got to get...

Oh, what is she...
...finished. Oh, boy.

You know, I missed you today.

Did you?
What a coincidence.

I'm gonna have to drop the
Shakespeare course next term,
Professor Beckwith.

Yeah, Professor Curtis told
me that, that's why I wanted
to see you.

What is there,
a scheduling problem?

No, I'm a physics major.

Yeah, I know, but you were
a physics major

when you registered
for the course, right?

Yeah. To tell you the truth,

I don't want to have
to compete with
mostly English majors.

Compete for what?

Grades. I've got
to be realistic.

If I'm going to land a job
in nuclear research,

I've got to have
a straight-A average.

Is there no other reason?

Look, I've always enjoyed the
little Shakespeare I've read,

that's why I considered
taking the course,

but I just afford to risk
a below-A grade.

Yeah, I understand.

Now tell me, just how much
Shakespeare have you read?

A little.

I played Horatio
in Hamlet in high school.

Did you?
Yes.

Did you retain any of the lines?

Yeah. No.

"In the most high and palmy
state of Rome, a little ere
the mightiest Julius fell,

"the graves stood tenantless

"and the sheeted dead did
squeak and gibber in the Roman
streets as stars with

"trains of fire and dews
of blood."

That's all I can remember.

That's marvelous.

It's embarrassing I can't
remember anymore.

Not at all. You know what
I'm going to do, Mr. Ryan?

I'm going to guarantee you
an A in this course right now

if you'll simply promise to
attend it, relax and enjoy.
How'd that be?

Are you serious?

I'm very serious.

What about Professor Curtis?

I'm just going to tell him
to give you an A.

Well, what excuse
would you make?

That I will personally feel
a hell of a lot safer knowing
there's a physicist out there

who's read some Shakespeare.

(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me. And I think
you'll be happier, too.

Hello.
WOMAN: Professor Beckwith?

Yes, speaking.
WOMAN: You have
a call from Paris.

All right, I'll hang on.

Simply the thing I am
shall make me live.

Shakespeare.
Congratulations, you've just
got an A on your first test.

Thanks.

If I knew I was going to
perform Shakespeare, I would
have worn my tights.

I'll tell Professor Curtis
to expect you.

Thanks. Thank you.
Good luck!

LOUIS: Hello?
Yes, hello!

Is that you, Bob?
Louis! Ca va?

Fine.

Good, good.
How is Simone?

Simone is well, thank you.

Louis?

I'm here.

Oh! I thought
we got cut off.

No.

Bob, do you remember
Nicole Guerin?

SHEILA: Hi, honey.

Hi.

Gosh, we're late, you know.

We're running behind.
I got behind.

How'd it go today?

Hmm?

Where are the kids?

They're having dinner with
Stephanie. Nora's going to
bring them home later on.

You gonna change? Hmm?

No.

What's the matter?

Are you sick?
No.

A problem at school?

No.

Well, will you tell me?
You're scaring me,
for God's sake.

Okay, relax.
What's the matter?

Please sit down.

What?
Um...

Do you remember the first time
I went to France alone?

You know, that time
I went to lecture
on Baudelaire and Poe.

Well sort of.
That's a very long
time ago...

It was 10 years ago.
You were pregnant
with Paula.

Yeah, right, I remember.

I had an affair.

In France, 10 years ago?

Why are you telling me now?

Is this some sort of
a joke or something?

No, it's not joke.
It's the truth.

Is this somebody I know?

No.

Well, who was it?

Her name was Nicole Guerin.

She was the doctor
that looked after me.

Um, well, how long did it last?

I don't remember.
Two or three days.

Well, which was it,
two or three days?

Does it matter?

Yeah, actually,
everything matters.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

Because I didn't want
to hurt you.

You want to hurt me now?

Good God, no, Sheila.

I mean...

Are you gonna run away
with this woman, is that
what you're telling me?

No, I haven't seen her
in 10 years.

She was killed
in an accident
a few days ago.

That's why Louis was calling.

I don't get this.

What...

You must have a reason
for telling me this now.

Yes, I do.

Darling, she had a son.

Yeah?

My son.

I'm the boy's father, Sheila.

Oh, Jesus.

(SIGHS)

(STAMMERS) What makes you
think that it's your son?

Louis was her closest friend.
He's absolutely certain.

I know that you're angry
and you have every
right to be,

but it doesn't change the fact.

Why didn't he tell you before?

Because she made him
promise not to.

She knew I was married
and had kids.

Listen, Sheila,

if it's any consolation
to you, I swear to God,

it's the only time
I've ever been unfaithful.

I haven't seen her
in 10 years. I never
wrote her or called her.

Had no contact whatsoever.

What else did Louis tell you?

That the boy has no other
family, and that he and Simone
would look after him.

Good, they'll make
great parents.

Let's get out of here,
I'm getting out of here.

I'm the boy's father!
I don't want to hear
about it!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I hope you started without us.

Did you think we'd
start without our best
and our brightest?

Go on in.
Sheila!

Hello! Hi!
Nice to see you!

Could you help me with this?
Hello, Betty.
How you doing?

Hi, Betty. How are you?

Robinson? Hi.
Hi.

What do you got?
I need a drink.
I'd like a vodka, straight.

Please.

I don't think you've met
the Dolans.

Listen, I really appreciate
your help on this.

You got a problem?
We'll stick together.

Glass of wine?
No.

What's she having?
Vodka straight.

I'll have the same, please.
Okay.

You know, I feel awful
that we haven't gotten
together before this.

Oh, don't.

Maybe just not interested
in history.

Oh, no, no. I am.
Especially, uh, French.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, we have some distant
relatives in France.

Thanks.

MARCIA: Sheila!

Marsh! Marsh!

Congratulations!
Oh, thank you.

I hear you're editing
Gavin Wilson's new book.

Yes.

Hello, Bob!

This is our friend,
Marcia Whorl.

The Dolans.
Hi.

We played tennis
two years ago.
Yeah.

Doubles, right? You lost.
Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

The way I understand,
what you're looking for
is a consensus, right?

Yeah, that's about it.

I'll tell you, if this
were Cambridge rather
than here in Los Angeles,

we wouldn't be
having this problem.

Don't kid yourself, Richard,
they got the same problems
at Cambridge.

They got the same problems
in every institute
of higher learning

in this country, I promise you.

The way I see it,
we have two alternatives.

We're gonna have to capitulate

or we can threaten to resign.

MAN 1: I thought we were
here to save others' jobs,
not to lose ours.

MAN 2: He's right.
Then I suggest
we all leave.

Are you serious?

I'm very serious.

Because if we cave in now,
we're finished anyway.

They'll keep hacking away
at our departments

until this university
won't have a Humanities
left in the end.

Gentlemen, couldn't we eat now
and save the Humanities
after dinner?

Hear, hear!

What's his name?

Who?

Your son.

Jean-Claude.

I just wish I could
make this up to you.

I don't think you can.

Hey, come on, hon.

You're not gonna let this
shatter our whole
relationship, are you?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

Christ, I wish
I hadn't told you.

Why did you tell me, Robert?

(SIGHS) I don't know.

You do, God damn it, you do.
It's the child.

You didn't want it.

You certainly
didn't plan for it,

but now that you've got it,
you feel responsible,
don't you?

I just feel I ought
to do something.

You're not his parent
because you screwed
his mother.

I know that, Sheila.

I just think I should go
over there and see him.
Talk to him.

And say what?

I don't know.

Let him know there's somebody
else in the world that cares
about him, I guess.

I don't want you going.
I don't want you going back
to France now.

I've gotta go, Sheila.
There's no other way.

Yes, there is.
You could bring him here.

What do you mean?

Let him spend
Easter vacation with us.

Do you know what you're saying?

It isn't generosity, Robert.

It's self-defense.

If I don't let you get this
out of your system
sooner or later,

you'll blame me
for something or other
having to do with your son.

I wouldn't do that, Sheila.

Oh, yes, you would.
You would.

(SIGHS)

Maybe you're right.

I'll bring him over, then.

It's an extraordinary offer.
I really appreciate it,
Sheila.

I'd appreciate it
if you didn't
talk about it anymore.

We're going to have to
manufacture something
to tell the girls.

I don't like the idea
of lying to them.

Should have thought of that
10 years ago.

You look awful, Daddy.

Yeah, well, I just found out
a friend of mine died.

What friend?

Oh, you never met her.

How come?
If she's a friend...

Well, she lived in France.

I didn't know her either, honey.

Daddy meets
a lot of people
when he lectures.

I'm sorry she died.

I am, too.

(CLEARS THROAT)
She had a son.

How old?

Roughly about Paula's age,
I guess.

And, now he's an orphan.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Your mother and I
were thinking that

it'd be a good idea for us
to invite him over here to
spend Easter vacation with us.

What do you think?

Sure, it's fine with me.

Good idea.

What's his name?

Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude Guerin.

Does he speak English?

I don't know.

I hope so.

Sounds like
I'll be able to...
(SPEAKS FRENCH)

To prepare for the summer.

We haven't decided
on that yet, young lady.

Take your vitamins. Come on.

Is he cute, Daddy?

I don't know that either,
I've never seen him.

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Hi, could you tell me
what time Flight 891 gets in
from Paris, please?

891 from Paris?

891 will arrive
on time at 4:15.

4:15?
Yes, sir.

So I'm an hour early.
Mmm-hmm.

And where will it come in?

You can meet the passengers
in the customs area upstairs.

Oh, okay. Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.
Thank you.

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

(LOUIS SPEAKING FRENCH)

What could be more appropriate?

Baudelaire knew France
and the French character
better than most of our poets.

Your lecture was magnifique.

A day the Sorbonne
will never forget.

I wish you'd gone on
for another hour.

The faculty loved it.

Boy, I'll tell you, Louis,
you are one charming
Gallic bullshitter.

No, I'm serious.

Watch out, Louis!
(HONKING)

Oh, my God!

Are you all right, Bobby?

Oh, my God, you're hurt.

I must get you to a doctor.

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Look up, please.

May I ask what you're doing now?

Just checking
your pupillary reflexes.

It's good of you to see
my colleague, Nicole.

No thanks are necessary.

It's my job.

Am I gonna live, doctor?

A rule about accident victims is

if they can ask
silly questions,
then it's not too serious.

Thank God, I can take him home.

Simone will be delighted.

Louis, I think
Professor Beckwith

should stay a while so that
I can take some X-rays.

X-rays? Oh, my God.

He wouldn't be here
if I hadn't persuaded him
to come and lecture.

Louis, one patient
at a time is enough.

Now, you go home

and I'll bring him
when we have finished,
all right?

Maybe I should stay.

No, no, no.
Don't keep Simone waiting.

I'll be all right.

Look, Bobby, you don't have
to worry about a thing.

You couldn't be in better hands.

Nicole is the best doctor
in all of Normandy.

Don't forget, he has to be
in shape for my seminar

at the Sorbonne on Tuesday.

No problems.

If necessary,
I will give him
a brain transplant.

Hey, it's your jacket.

Oh...

See you later, Bobby.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Poor guy is a nervous wreck.

He's a very special person.

Yes, he is.

Take this, please.

What are they?

Aspirin.

Oh, yes. Now I know
you're a real doctor.

Are my brains still intact?

I'm not a psychiatrist.

But I don't see
any signs of fracture.

As you say in America,
you just shook up.

Where did you learn
your English?

I did a year internship
at Boston General.

I almost stayed on.

What brought you back?

Honfleur.

Do you know it?

No.

All I've seen in France
so far is the inside
of a lecture hall.

Then you'll go back
to Los Angeles without

experiencing the lovely village

where Baudelaire
wrote Le Voyage?

I'm afraid so.

I can't allow that.

Now I understand why
so many impressionists
came here to paint.

Yes.

It took only one year
working in a Paris clinic

to convince me that
this is where I belong.

You seem very happy here.

Since I live
by my own definitions,

I can say
I'm a very happy woman.

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

What is that song?

It's called Plaisirs d'Amour.

It's a lovely old song.

Maybe as old as this village.

It's about the joy
and sorrow of love.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What is your
favorite poem
by Baudelaire?

Les Fleurs du Mal.

What do you like most
about Baudelaire's work?

Love.
Mmm.

Ah, oui.
The hopeless romantic.

But he never surrendered to it.

He believed that
no human relations

are adequate to human desires.

You ever been married?

No.

I don't think marriage
is for everyone.

I enjoy being independent
too much.

That doesn't mean
necessarily being lonely.

What about your family?

I lost my family
when I was little.

Louis and Simone
practically raised me.

Now I can understand
the importance
of your independence.

Now who's playing doctor?

(APOLOGIZES IN FRENCH)

(LAUGHS)

Actually, you may be right.

I have a tendency
to use my studies
and my patients as...

As a shield against
personal relationships?

Perhaps.

That could change.

I mean, someday you
might even want children.

Oh, but I've thought of it.

And I will.

If I find somebody I like
enough to make a child with.

Come on, come on, quick.

Oh!

(SIGHS)

God, the water looks inviting.

It does.

Why don't we go for a swim?

You mean now?

Yes.

(PLAISIRS D'AMOUR PLAYING)

WOMAN: (ON PA)
Flight 891 from Paris
is now arriving at Gate 35.

Incoming passengers may be
met at the customs area.

WOMAN: Mr. Collins?

Mr. Collins, Mr. Collins?
Excuse me, pardon me.

Tommy, how are ya?

How was he?
He's a wonderful boy.

Was he?
Good, thank you
very much.

MAN: (ON PA) Joanne Hall,
please pick up the white
courtesy phone. Joanne Hall.

Professor Beckwith?

Professor Beckwith?

Professor Beckwith?
Here.

Here's your little passenger.

Bonjour, Jean-Claude,
je suis Bob Beckwith.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Au revoir.
(THANKS IN FRENCH)

He was a very good passenger.

Merci, Madame,
merci beaucoup.
You are very welcome.

Au revoir, Madame.
Au revoir.

Do you prefer parler
francais ou anglais?

Whatever you like.

Well, I'm sure you speak
English better than
I speak French,

so we'll speak
English, okay?
All right.

I'm very sorry to hear
about your mother.

Thank you.

Is this all your luggage?

Yes.

Should we go?

So, welcome to America.
Thank you.

How are Louis and Simone?

Very well, Monsieur Beckwith.
Why don't you just
call me Bob?

All right, Bob.

You take this.
You take Fuzzy Wuzzy.

I'm not taking the rat!
Fuzzy Wuzzy's
not a rat,

he's a hamster!

Well, whatever he is,
he's sleeping by your
side of the bed.

Why do I have to move,
and not Jessie?

Well, Mom, I don't
want her in my room.

Will you stop being
so selfish?
It's for two weeks.

Come on, remember,
he's an orphan.

Is he gonna feel better in my
room than Jessie's?

It's easier to move you.

Yeah, because I have less
things, because Jessie gets
everything...

Come on...
(ALL CLAMORING)

Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude.

We're here.

ROBERT: Ladies, may I
present Jean-Claude Guerin.

Jean-Claude,
this is my wife, Sheila.

My daughters, Jessica and Paula.

Hi.

Hello.
(SHEILA WELCOMES IN FRENCH)

Jean-Claude,
we're very happy
to have you with us.

I'm happy to be here.

Good.

Jean-Claude, je suis Jessica.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What?
I think he said you're
blue in the face.

Your French is excellent.

Really, vraiment?
Absolument.

How long did it take from Paris?

JEAN-CLAUDE: It was 10 hours.

Wow.
Oh, I have something.

Ah! Thank you!

Oh, look girls. See?
That's hand written.

JEAN-CLAUDE: It was given
to my mother by a patient.

That's very kind of you,
Jean-Claude.
You must be very tired.

Yeah, he fell asleep in the car.

Come on, Jean-Claude.
I'll take you to your room.

Good night.
I'll do it. Huh?

Okay?

GIRLS: Goodnight

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

He's cute.
You think?

Why's his English so good?
He told me he had
a private tutor.

Why, is he noble or something?

No. In fact, his mother
was a country doctor.

Wow.

What was his father?

I don't know,
but I know he
wasn't noble.

Now, if you'll
give me your key,
I'll unpack for you.

No, thank you,
I can do it myself.

Well, um...

All of these drawers
are empty here.

This is the bathroom.
You'll have to share that
with the girls.

Thank you.

PAULA: I can't sleep
without Hippo.

Do you like him?
Yes, I have a whale
like that.

I'll show you later.
That's neat.

Come, Jean-Claude is tired.

If you need anything else,
we'll be downstairs,
all right?

Goodnight.
Goodnight.

Who's there?

Jean-Claude, what are you
doing down here?

Couldn't sleep, huh?
No.

May I join you?
That's fine.

Are you cold?
No.

You want a glass of milk
or something?

You're very homesick,
aren't you?

You come from a lovely
village, you know.

Do you know it?
Yes.

I was there once,
many years ago.

Is that where you
met my mother?
Yes.

She was a very nice lady.

She was
a very good doctor.
Yes, I know that.

Did you know my father?

Did you, Bob?

What did your mother
tell you about him?

That he was married
to someone else.

And?

They loved each other

and decided to have me.

But of course,
he could not stay
in France.

Did, uh, your mother ever
tell you who he was?

No,

but I think perhaps
it was an Englishman.

Why do you think that?

Because if he was Italian,

I think she would have
made me learn Italian.

I think you're right.

Jean-Claude...

You just suffered
a very great loss,

and you have
a very, very deep pain.

But I want you to know
you're not alone.

You have Louis and Simone
in France,

and you have me, here.

I want you to know that
you can always count on me,

and I want us to be friends.

I think I'm sleepy now.

Magnifique, very good.

(ALL CHATTER HAPPILY)

Pardon, I prefer coffee.

Really?

Oh, of course.
I should have asked.

I'll have
some coffee, too.
Me, too.

No, you won't.
Why not?

Because I don't approve
of children having coffee.

But his mother
was a doctor.
I know.

It's an honest
difference of opinion.

Why don't you just give
him some coffee, Sheila?

That's why I stood up,
Robert, to get him a cup.

I still don't know why
I can't have any coffee.

Because I said no.

And he can
because his mother
said yes.

What would you like in it,
Jean-Claude?

It's all right,
I'll have the milk.

Okay,

okay, okay, okay.

You're gonna like
our friend Bernie.
He's a lot of fun.

Bernie Edwards
is a crashing bore.

Come on, Jessica.
He's my oldest friend.

All he ever talks about is
sports, and how great his son
Davey is.

So he's a sports man?

No, no, he's a lawyer,
but most of his clients
are big-league athletes.

You know, like baseball,
basketball, football.

Football?

The American version
of breaking empty heads.

Anyway, he has this big
barbeque every year around
Easter time.

That's where we're going.

One on one, Richard.
George, let me see your dunk.

Let me see your dunk.

Okay, let him shoot,
let him shoot.

All right, that's it, that's it.

Hey, Barbara.
Hey, Barbara.

(DOG BARKING)

Come on, Christians,
let's meet the gladiators.

Hey, hey, hey, Bernie!
Let's see that ball.

Hey, right here! Whoa.

Homer! Try and stop this.
Are you ready?

Get in there.
Whoo!

Give up?
Homer, you might make
the team this year.

How are ya, Bernie?
Hey, Bob. How are ya?

Happy Easter.
Hey, same to you.

Hey, Uncle Bob!
Hey, Davey!

Oh, this is Jean-Claude Guerin.

Hey, the French kid you've
been talking about, right?

Yeah. Jean-Claude,
this is Bernie
and his son, David.

Does he play any
touch football, Bob?

Oh, uh, no, I'm sorry Bernie,

but, you know,
in some areas, the French
are culturally deprived.

BERNIE: Oh, yeah,
I understand that.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

ROBERT: Hey, Homer,
teach Jean-Claude
how to play.

Hey, Ned.
See you later,
Jean-Claude.

Easy.

I'm telling you, there are
some All-Americans down there.
Did you see Davey?

I mean, he was
playing with them, Bob.

Yeah, I saw him.
Did you see that
20-footer he made?

Uh-huh.
Huh?

So you've been giving
the dean a little trouble here
this week, haven't you?

I'm doing my best.

Yeah, I know, Bob,
but I think you
gotta understand,

see, this is recruiting
week now. We got some
kids coming in here

that can pay your salary
for the next four years, okay?

I'm not worried about
my salary, I'm worried
about what I teach.

Bob,

the university needs
a seven-foot center.

Well, with all
this room, Bernie,
maybe you can grow one.

SHEILA: Hey, Nance.

Hi, can I
steal her away?
Yeah, sure.

Champagne?
Yes, yes, I...

You know, you look terrific,
you lucky thing.
Do I?

Yes, you do.
Is it overwork
or the Scarsdale?

Honey, I keep telling ya,
it's in the genes.
This I know.

Oh...

Sheila, do not leave without
signing that petition.

It's on Bernie's desk
in his study.

Okay, all right,
now what am I signing?

The seals again, they're being
butchered in Canada.
It's easy to remember.

Easter time, it's the seals.
Right, right, Easter,
the seals, okay.

Okay. I'm going to
say hello to Lorraine, honey.

See you later. Bye.
Have fun.

Lorraine!
Oh, hello, Sheila.

Oh, I got lipstick
on you, sorry.
Oh, that's all right.

What are you two talking about?

Well, I've been
practicing my French.

This is an absolutely
charming child.

Isn't he?
I know, I know, but...

You know, actually, Lorraine,

I think Jean-Claude
should practice
his English, don't you?

Jessie, so do you want
to go to the movies
some day this week?

The name is Jessica
and I don't go out
with juveniles.

(SCOFFS) I'm 14 months
older than you are.

Anyway, I'm just gonna be
a superstar athlete.

I couldn't care less.

What sport?
Soccer.

My dad says it's gonna be real
big in the '80s, and I can
kick with both feet.

Not at the same time, I assume.

Very funny.
So, uh, who's that
shrimp with you?

He's not a shrimp.
His name is Jean-Claude.
Guest from France.

He comes from
a very important family.
Big deal.

And I plan to return
the visit when I go
to Europe this summer.

Are you really going?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What?
Look it up, stupid.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD GROANS)

Dad. Daddy,
are you all right?
Sorry, Mr. Beckwith.

Oh, Daddy.
Bob, are you okay?

Yeah, I twisted my knee.
You'd better bring in
another guy, Bernie.

All right. Bob,
ain't that kid something,
though, huh?

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine, love.

Why don't you get me some ice?

Okay.

Is he allowed
to do that, Bob?
No.

Oh, Dad.
Daddy's all right,
sweetheart.

Aren't you glad I'm a professor

and not a professional
football player?

Down six points, let's go.

How's your knee?
ROBERT: Not bad.
In here, anyway.

Serves me right.
I'm not in shape.

Nobody's in shape
for an insanely competitive
15-year-old.

Do you think anybody
suspected today?

I don't know.

You know, people sense things.
I know I do.

I really couldn't care less.

Oh, you wouldn't have
minded telling everybody
today, would you?

Why not?
I'm not ashamed of it.
Hmm.

Tell me about her, Robert.

Come on, Sheila,
she's dead and gone,
what's the point?

I wanna know.
I wanna hear about her.

I do, really, listen,
I can handle it. Trust me.

Just tell me about her.

I don't want
to hurt you, Sheila.

Oh, honey, you can't
hurt me. It's me.

It's Sheila. I'm a big girl.

Just tell me.

Why do you wanna know?

If I had an affair with
someone and had a child with
them, wouldn't you wanna know?

Hmm?

Yeah, I guess I would.

Yeah, of course you would.

Come on, sweetheart,
just feel loose,
get comfortable. Tell me.

Tell me about her. Trust me.

(SIGHS) Well...

She was, uh... You know...

Very independent.

I would say
uniquely independent.
Uh-huh. Yeah.

She lived
by her own rules.
Yeah?

She had integrity.
Great integrity.
Uh-huh. Integrity.

I was alone in France.
It was a beautiful summer.

Beaches were gorgeous.

I wanna hear about her,
not a damn travelogue.

Just tell me, will you,
please? Come on.

I mean, what was
she like physically?

She was very attractive, Sheila.

Yeah?

Exciting?

Yes, she was beautiful, Sheila.

And a good body?

Yes, she was beautiful, Sheila.

Yeah? It was inferred.

She was fantastic, she was
the most incredible, gorgeous,
voluptuous creature

I've ever seen in my life.

God damn it!

Yeah, that's why I went to
France and divorced you

10 years ago,
so I could be with her!

Well, she was
uniquely independent.

Yes. she was uniquely
independent!

And don't forget about
her wonderful integrity.

Uniquely independent!
Great integrity!

Oh, shush. Be quiet.
The children,
you'll wake them up.

"Trust me."

Shit.

He didn't tell me, Margo.
I mean what is that?

A marriage that has been
open and honest,

people who have been
as close as we are,

I really thought we had
the best marriage
of anybody I knew.

You do.
Oh, yeah, we do, huh?

Look, I've been married
and divorced three times.

Nowadays, one affair
in 10 years? Why,
that's absolute celibacy.

You know what I found out?
I'm not a nowadays person,
Margo. I thought that I was.

You know what goes on out there?

I mean, I was a 22-year-old
virgin when I got married,
for God's sake.

I was too, I think.

What do you mean,
you think?
Well, all my sex has blurred.

I mean, I must have been
a virgin at some time.
Why not when I got married?

I know I was a virgin
for practically a year
before I got divorced,

that I know for sure!

Did I really think that we
would go through 40 or 50
years of being completely

faithful to each other?
What's the matter with me?

I mean what a really modern
woman would say is this is
none of my business...

I mean, it really has to...

Don't do this to yourself...
Or the marriage!

It was a funny time.
You were pregnant,
he was away.

He was in France,
for heaven's sake.

I mean, the wine, the romance.

I know, the beaches,
the moon, don't give me
a travelogue, please.

All he did was have an affair.
That's all that
happened, right?

It's not all that happened,
Margo, he had a son with her.
What?

Yes, he had a son.
I couldn't even bring myself
to tell you before...

He's here with us.
We brought him here
for Easter vacation.

Their child...
Yes, their child.

...is in your home?
Yes.

Oh, come on!

I mean, what are you,
a candidate for sainthood?

Look, I'm not a saint,
I'm scared.

You know, I'm afraid
of losing what I have.

If I didn't let him bring him
here, it would be a cloud
over us forever, you know?

What do the girls think?
I don't know,
they think he's cute.

They don't know who he is.

Is he?

I don't know.

Well, don't you look at him?

As little as possible.

When I do, all I see is her
and the son I could
never give him.

I think I'd kill Bob
if I were you.

You know, I would like to
kill him sometimes,
I really would.

The rest of the time I feel
I need him more than ever.
I don't know. I don't know.

I think what you need now
is a drink.

I know I need one.
Let's get out of here.
I would love a drink.

I have to meet
Gavin Wilson. I'm late.

You need some company?

Since when are you
interested in detente?

I never stop thinking
about it.
Another time.

I envy you.
Why?

I wish I could love any man
as much as you love Bob.

See ya.

Oh, yeah.

Bob, I can't believe this,
I mean you and Sheila,
like the perfect couple,

like those figures
on a wedding cake.
What made you do it?

I wanted to talk to you
about what's
happening now, Bernie,

not what happened 10 years ago.

Well, she must have been
something for you to...
I mean, Sheila, my God.

I mean, were you
in love with her?

I don't know.

Maybe I was at the time.

Got a picture of her?

Oh, for Christ sake, Bernie,
look at the boy,
she looked a lot like him.

Oh... I, I couldn't do it.
Something like
that with Nancy.

God forbid, know what I mean?

She'd get me in court,
I'd get on the stand.

She'd talk about my income tax.

That tax shelter in Colorado.

God forbid.

Now, Bo Derek,
if Bo Derek liked me,
then I'd maybe consider...

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, the knee's better,
huh, Bob?
Yeah, a whole lot, Bernie!

GAVIN: Yeah, it's good.
It's good.

I very much like your
suggestion of changing the
order of some of the chapters.

I think that's excellent.
Oh, good.

So, we've agreed that you'll
rewrite the material which you
printed as conjecture

when you started the book
three years ago, now that it's
an indisputable fact, huh?

Yeah, did you make any
particular notes on that?
I did, here and here...

You really did do your
homework, didn't you?
(SCOFFS)

Uh, and you'll rewrite the new
introduction taking the new
facts into account, will you?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
I'll do an exchange with you.

Why don't you
have a look at that?

Well, you've started
this already!

Why did you make me go
through my song and dance?
Because I like the music.

(LAUGHS)

Are there any other problems
you gonna throw at me here?
I have very little.

Just one general impression.

I think in the section on arms
limitation, you're a bit on
shaky ground when you use

the word ideology.

You think it's a bit too
Marxist for the university
press, do you?

Well, I don't know.

I don't mind.
It's only a sub heading.
You got any ideas?

Well, I was thinking something
like "The Spirit of Salt One"

or "The Spirit
of Vladivostok."

Perhaps.

Okay. Fine.

All right.

Would you like a drink?
I have a long drive.

Uh, a soft drink?
Really, I'd better
get going.

I am trying to delay
your departure.
You do realize that, I hope.

Is that what you're doing?

Well in that case,
I'll, um,
I'll have a Perrier.

Excellent.

By the way, I really like that
stuff you did on the Donnelly
book, you know.

I read the original.
I thought you did some
very sophisticated

and intelligent work in it.

Well, thank you, but he
did all the work on that.

Max Perkins said,

"An editor can only
release energy, he cannot
be creative himself."

Is that what he said?

Here's to.

And when are you gonna start
releasing my energy?

(CHORTLES)

Why don't we both do our
reading and meet tomorrow?

I'd like that.

(SCREAMING)

May I buy a postcard
for Louis and Simone?
Sure, pick one out.

Can I have
a Magic Mountain T-shirt?

Oh, Daddy, let's go
to the rollercoaster!
Wait a minute.

Yes, the rollercoaster, please!

No, no, wait...
Please! Please!
Rollercoaster! Rollercoaster!

That rollercoaster?
Yeah!

No way, you're talking
to the wrong man.
What do you think?

Not me.
All right. Is this
the one you want?

Yes.
Okay, how much is that?

25 cents.
You got a deal.

Hey, guys, come with me.
I got a better idea.
Okay.

(EXCITED SHRIEKS)

ROBERT: Here we go!
(SCREAMING)

Woah!

Oh!

Let's start with a cap.
Everybody in America has
a baseball cap, and so do you.

Uh, what is "La"?
No, it's not "La,"
that's L.A.

That stands for
the Los Angeles Dodgers,
the best team in baseball.

Here you go.
And this is a baseball.
Hang onto that.

And this is a bat. Two bats.

There's one for you,
it's a Louisville Slugger.
Best bat made.

Now, the object of the game is
the pitcher stands on the
mound and he throws the ball

to the batter,
and the batter hits the ball.

Now, if the ball goes in
the outfield, the batter

run, run, runs
to first base!
What is a base?

The base. The bag.

Uh, all right.
Tell you what.

You like the hat?
That's all you need to know
about baseball. Come on.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Daddy, you're not
supposed to look!

I'm not looking.
Am I looking?
Did anyone see me look?

Yeah!
Yeah!

(LAUGHS)

Hello! What are you
guys up to?
Mommy!

Hello, Mrs. Beckwith!
Hi. Hi. Hello, Jean-Claude.

How did it go, huh?
Real good, we missed you.
Welcome home.

Wash up, everybody!
Oh, Mom, we were just gonna
show you and Dad something!

They were rehearsing
a dance recital, they were
trying to teach Jean-Claude

the stank and the pogo.
Oh, yes? Well, what were
they just doing?

Was that the stank
or the pogo?
You're asking me?

Don't look, Mommy!
I never got beyond
the bossa nova.

I won't look. I won't look.

Starving!
Kids are getting along
great together, aren't they?

Looks that way, yeah.

Did you happen to see
Margo when you were
down there?

Oh, yeah, she's great.
Doing well.

What kind of a guy
is Gavin Wilson?

Um... Charming.

You were always a sucker
for a British accent.

Oh, this stuff must have one
moment when it tastes right.

Well, yeah,
when you're desperate.

When are you going down
to work with him again?
Tomorrow.

That soon?
I have to take advantage
of his being here.

He's called away often to,
um, testify in lecture places,
you know.

How would it be
if I came down to Newport
to see you tomorrow?

With the children?
No, alone.
I can get a sitter.

Pick you up after you
finish work and take you out
to a gourmet dinner.

Maybe catch a show
down at the Old Globe
in San Diego.

You're catching me at a time
when I'm very vulnerable

to the idea of
a good dinner, you know.

Robert.
Hmm?

About Newport tomorrow.
Yes?

No.

Just when I thought
everything was coming
together for all of us,

she left this morning
without a word.

Well, Bob, you went to France,
you had an affair that
resulted in a child and then

you bring the child home...
What do you expect?

I don't know,
it was her idea
to bring him here.

No, I don't think so.

I think she was
just testing you, I think
she wanted you to say no.

No, no, that's not true, Bernie.

She knew I'd go
to France to see him.

That's why she made the deal.

Ah, come on, if people
honored their deals,
I'd be out of business, huh?

I wanna tell you something.
You know the best thing
you can do is?

You can send that kid home
as soon as possible.

Today wouldn't be bad.
Oh, come on, Bernie.

Do you know what
that would do to that boy?

Hey, my friend, do you know
what this is gonna do
to your marriage?

(SIGHS)

I mean, you're real close
to being a free agent, Bob.

Another thing. What if Sheila
wanted to get even.
Have you thought about that?

No, I haven't.

(SIGHS)
Would you blame her?

I don't know.

You know something?
These things get real vicious.

And I can only
represent one of you.

That's real comforting, Bernie.

Hey, Frenchie.
How come you're always
playing with the girls?

My name is Jean-Claude.

His name is Jean-Claude.
Well, excuse us!

I thought it was Jeanie.
Yeah, with the light
brown hair.

He speaks French, and you don't.

You, you... You dope!
Come on, Jean-Claude.

Hey, Jessica.
Why don't you take Jeanie
and get him a dress?

BOY: Hey, all right!
Come on.

Yay, all right!

Look at this.
He can really play!

Come on, Jean-Claude!

All right. Come on,
block that ball!

(KIDS CHEERING)

Wait a minute.
Is that Jean-Claude?

That can't be Davey.

He's baiting him. I didn't
know he could play soccer.
Yeah, I see.

Look at that!
Did you see that?
Over the head.

My God.
Yeah. It wasn't quite
over his head.

(MEN CHEERING)

Davey, you're not trying.
It's just not fair.
Did you see that?

He's still at it.
Bob, you'd better get rid of
that kid before it's too late,

you know that?
What do you mean
"too late"?

Before you fall
in love with him.

I already have, Bernie.

Wasn't he incredible? Huh?

Magnifique. But of course.
Daddy, I want to get one.

I think I'll have one myself.
What will it be, gang?

May I have those chips?
Yeah, sure, which one do you
want, this one? This one?

Doritos, here you go.
What do you say, gang?

Yep. What will you have,
Jean-Claude?
I'll have a Coke.

One Coke.
You want any chips?
No, thanks.

No, nothing else?
Okay, I'll be right with you.

Let's see, we got four drinks
and two chips.

Three bucks.
$3, there you go, sir.

You see that kid play soccer?
What a miracle, you really
missed something. (LAUGHING)

How we doing, gang?

Oh, boy, how about
that kid, huh?

Jean-Claude, don't you feel
good about what you just did?
I feel good.

Then why don't you smile?

I can feel good without smiling.

You can, huh?

I bet I can
make you smile.
I don't believe you can.

(LAUGHS) I'll go you
one better, pal.

I'll bet you
I can make you laugh.

I'll bet you a dollar
I can make you laugh
before they count to 10.

10 francs.

10 francs?
That's worth about a dollar
and a half, isn't it?

All right, Frenchie,
you're on,
but you're gonna laugh.

Right, you guys count.
Okay. One!

No, no, no, not yet.
Wait a minute!

I got it. Okay,
now start counting.
GIRLS: One!

Jean-Claude, this is my
impersonation of an Olympic
swimming champion. Here we go.

Two!

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Hello! And it's grandpa
in the lead, huh?

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Oh, don't like
horse racing, huh?

Five!
Oh, okay, fine. One of the
great jugglers of our time.

Here we go.
Six!

Ah, Dad!
Oh, no. I'm gonna lose.
I'm desperate!

Seven!
Oh, is he laughing?
Is he laughing?

Put it over
his head, Daddy.
Nine!

(LAUGHING)

He's laughing!
I did it! I did it!
(ALL LAUGHING)

All right go, Daddy!
All right, Daddy!

Come on, gang.
Let's clean up this mess.

Yeah, I know, it's okay.
We bought everything, right?

There you go.
Get all this cleaned up.
There we go.

Hey, you know what?
I got a great idea,
listen to this, gang.

What do you say we head home
now, and all of us chip in
and make a nice, special,

gourmet dinner for Mom
as a big surprise?
All right!

Is it a deal?
You hold this.
Can I help?

Only if you smile.
All right.

Good. All right, gang,
finish cleaning up here.

I peeled all the onions.
Good.

When are we gonna
start cooking this?

As soon as I finish
with the ingredients.

What's this called anyhow?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Grandma's chicken.

You're very easy to work
with, Gavi, not at all
what I expected.

I'm not sure whether
that's a compliment or not.
Formidable, really you are.

Well, I tell you this, this is
definitely going to be the
hardest part of every day,

saying goodnight. To you.

Can I tempt you to dinner?

I... I don't think so.

Look...

You're a very attractive woman.

Am I?
You are.

You know, I actually needed
that today, Gavin, thank you.

Here you are, then.
Sometimes to break out
is good therapy, no?

Are you making a pass at me?

I'm not sure.
(SCOFFS)

(STAMMERING)
Look, I really am...

I'm just not good
at this, you know.

I do not approach women well.
I mean, I don't.
Seems I'm too direct.

Maybe that's why I
write non-fiction.

Look, I may be wrong,
but it doesn't seem
as if you want to rush home.

One drink, then.

One brandy.
Just one brandy.

Brandy.

(LAUGHING) Hi.
Hello!

Wow, I didn't realize
editing was
a 12 hour a day job.

No, it isn't.
I finished a couple
of hours ago.

Really?
Where have you been?
Hmm, wandering around.

Put these down.
Oh, I love that picture
of you and Frank.

(LAUGHING) It's Ted.
Is it?

Oh, was he number
two or three?
Oh, will you stop? Come on.

And what were you doing?
Thinking, mostly.

Uh-huh. And when you
weren't thinking?

Well, I had a bacon and tomato
sandwich and a chance to sleep
with Gavin Wilson.

I thought so.
I hope they were
both delicious.

I finished the sandwich.
Yeah? What about Gavin?

I only went as far as
a brandy at his house.

Well, why didn't you stay
for a second one?
Oh, come on, I couldn't.

Weren't you, uh, flattered
that a man like Gavin Wilson
wanted you?

I certainly was.

Well, then, what are
you doing here?

Bob went to bed with
somebody he barely knew.

I found out I couldn't.

Margo, could we have some wine?

What do you want?
Red or white?

Red. I'll make a quick call
and see how the kids are.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Hello.
Robert, it's Sheila.

Sheila!
Where the hell are you?

I'm down at Margo's.
How are the kids doing?

They're fine, love.
They made a very
special meal for you,

and we're all
sitting here waiting.

Is there any chance
you can come home?

Oh, I don't know.
I mean, I don't think I can.

You know, I'm down here
working very hard.

I've been, uh,
preoccupied with things.

Look, Robert, I know,
but I've been busy.

I'm sorry I didn't call,
you know. I'm not perfect.

Huh. I just did something
I never did before.
I hung up on Robert.

Your role as the perfect wife
is hardly rewarding, is it?
Perfect?

(SIGHS)
I certainly wasn't prepared
for all the surprises.

It's a long way from
Vassar, isn't it?

Hmm.

I want you guys
to clear the table.

Your favorite.

What is this, one of
those new light wines
with very little alcohol?

No!

It's a regular bottle
of cheap Italian.

The kind that used to make us
feel so good in college.

Mmm-hmm. Has our metabolism
changed that much?

Well, I think we just felt
pretty good to begin with
in those days.

(DOORBELL RINGING)
A gentleman caller?

Hmm, I hope so.

It's Bob, what do you
want me to do?

Ah, let him in.

Hi, Bob.
Margo. Sorry to barge
in so late.

Oh, it's no problem.
What are you doing
here, Robert?

Who's with the children?
Don't worry about the kids.

Since when do you hang up on me?

Don't start this
in front of Margo.

It's already started.
I asked you a question!

Since when do you
hang up on me, Sheila?

Why don't I make us
all some coffee?

Good idea, Margo.
Why did you hang up on me?

I didn't have anything else
to say to you.

I got some things
to say to you.
What do you have to say?

What the hell are you
really doing down here?
I'm working!

What's the urgency?
I told you, Gavin is a...

Ah, to hell with him.
He's not Henry Kissinger,
for Christ sake,

and you're not working
for Simon and Schuster!

He is a serious writer.
I'm a serious editor.

What are you serious
about, Robert?

I'm serious about
our marriage, God damn it!

That's why I came down here.

The hell you are.
You know what you're
serious about? Your son.

All right, what if I am?
What is so wrong
about that?

Your son.
To hell with our marriage!

The only thing you've been
concerned about since
that boy came to the house

is that somebody would
find out he was my son.

Yeah, well that is right.
That is right. I admit it.
I can't deal with it.

Obviously, you can't deal...
So what does that make me?
I'm sorry.

I... I'm angry.

I have every right
to be angry. You lied to me.

You never did that
to me before.
I'm jealous.

I'm jealous when I see you
look at him the way you do,

with pride in your eyes.
You don't look
at the girls that way.

You don't look
at me that way.
You don't care.

Oh, Jesus!
Where have you been?

You have never
said to me just once,

"Sheila, can you
handle this?"

You just never reached out
to me emotionally at all.

All right. But it was your
idea to bring him here
in the first place.

All right.
That was intellectual.
I did it in my head.

But my heart is here.
And I can't make
the connection.

All right. It's true!

I had an image of you
and an image of our marriage.
And both are shot to hell.

So where do we go from here?

In a funny way, maybe it's
the best thing that could
have happened to us.

You know. I mean, everybody
has always treated us as
a perfect, perfect couple.

And we find out, don't we?

We're just like
everybody else, aren't we?

We can start from scratch,
if there is any love left.

Well, I'm not everybody else's
husband and you're not
everybody else's wife.

And whatever is wrong between
us shouldn't affect the child.
He's an innocent bystander.

He is my son, and he's going
be my son all my life.

And I am going to be his father.

You want him to stay here
forever, don't you?

Confess it, Robert.

You know that's what
you've been driving at
since he's been here.

It's true. I can't deny it.
That's what I want.

Yeah, I don't know
if I can handle it.
You know. I can't.

Love, there are problems
between us, but look,

he is only going to be here
for, what, almost a week.
Can't you...

Give a little bit.
Can't you...

I mean...

Listen, I need you, Robert.
I need you.
I still love you, and...

I'm lost without you.
Oh, God, I love you, darling.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Can I talk to you for
a minute, Jessie? Hi.

So talk.
Not here, outside.
In private.

Come on, Jessie, it's important.

Such an adolescent.
(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT)

I heard my parents talking
last night...

(INAUDIBLE)

ROBERT: This is the finest
medical school in California.

What would you think
about going to school
here in America?

I'd have to think about it.

My mother wanted me
to go to school in France.

I'm sure she wouldn't have
minded if she knew you were
going to be with friends.

Does that mean I would go to
school with Jessica and Paula?
Sure.

I would like that.

You'll just have to
give that some thought.

You know, I thought Mr. Wilson
was going to be conceited,

but he wasn't.
Here, let me that for you.

We missed you.
Good. I missed you.
Where is everybody anyway?

Mom. Mom!
Yes, sweetheart,
we're in here.

What? What's the matter?

Is it true?
Is what true?

Is it true about Daddy
and Jean-Claude?

Did something happen?
What are you talking about?

Who told you?
It is.

I can see it in your face.

What's going on?
David just told me
that Jean-Claude

is Daddy's son.

Let me explain it to you.
No! First admit it.

Tell her that Dad
is really his father.

Yes, it's true.
He's our Dad! He's ours.

Don't you understand,
you little idiot?

He had an affair with
Jean-Claude's mother.

What's an affair?

He went to bed with her
and made a baby.

Is Daddy going to leave us?

No, he's not going to leave us.

Look, will you let me
explain it, please?

You ruined our whole family.

It's going
to be all right.
Let me explain.

Hey. Hello, everybody.
Guess what?

I took Jean-Claude on
a tour of the university,

and he's decided to enter
medical school tomorrow.
Isn't that right?

(CHUCKLING)

What...

You. You little bastard!

Jessica!

He's our Daddy,
not yours. He's ours!

Paula.

What the hell is going on here?

Ask your friend Bernie.
Why didn't you put an ad
in The Times?

Girls.

Jean-Claude, wait a minute.
Jean-Claude!

Jean-Claude!

Hey, Jean-Claude, wait up.

Hey!

Hey, you forgot something.
I forgot nothing.

Jean-Claude, listen to me.
I'm sorry about what
Jessica did you.

Listen to me, will you?

Look, she's upset
with me, not you.

Jessica would never
do anything to harm you.
You know that, don't you?

I want to go home tomorrow.
I don't want you to go home.

I should never have come here.

My mother wanted me to
go to school at La Roche,
and that is where I'm going.

Is that what you really
want to do?

I belong in France, not here.
You belong here with me.
I'm your father.

I... I don't believe you.

Well, it's true, God damn it.
It's true.

Louis knows all about it.

I didn't even know you existed
until a few days ago.

Your mother never
wanted me to know.

(SIGHS) I'm sorry. I...

I should have told you
when you first got here.

But I was afraid.

I was trying to protect Sheila
and the girls and myself.

I'm really sorry, Jean-Claude.

I hope you can forgive me
for causing you so much
misery and unhappiness.

But I'm happy, Bob.

What?

I'm happy you're my father.

Really?

My mother used to
talk about my father.

What did she tell you?

She said

that he was good,

and kind and funny.

And even when I first saw you,

I hoped that maybe

my father could be
someone like you.

Come on. Take me home,
will you?

My home is in France.

And that's where I feel
I must live now.

I understand.

Jean-Claude.

You okay?

I'm fine, Bob.

You want some dinner?

No, thank you.

I'm going to go upstairs now
and pack.

Okay.

A demain, Jean-Claude.

A demain, Bob.

Did you tell him?

I didn't have any choice.

How is he?

He went upstairs to pack.
He wants to go home tomorrow.

Where are the girls?

In their room.

Bob.

(KNOCKING)

All right, let's have this out.

I want to discuss
things with you.

There's nothing to discuss.

Look, I know how you feel.
No, you don't.

Look, this has been a real big
shock for both of you.
And I want to apologize.

I don't want your apology.
Me neither.

I'm apologizing for lying
about Jean-Claude.

And what about your
affair with his mother?

I don't have to apologize
about that to you, young lady.

That's between
your mother and me.

Don't you love us anymore?

Of course I love you, darling.
I love you very much.

Why did you bring him here?

Because I had to see him.

Why?

Because he's my son, Paula.

Look, I did something
about 10 years ago.

(SIGHS) Something I
shouldn't have done.

I am not very proud of it.
But I am very proud of him.

And up until a few minutes
ago, before you guys
found out he was my son,

you thought he was hot stuff,
didn't you?

Come on, admit it. You did.

In your own words, Jessica,
you said he was magnifique.

And he is magnifique.

As long as we're being honest
about it, let's be honest
about something else.

You guys have had it
pretty good growing up.

You've have both parents,
your own home
and a lot of love.

And all he's had is a mother.
Now she's gone.

Put yourself in my shoes.
What would you do?

What would you do if you
heard about somebody
out there all by themselves,

somebody who wasn't
even related to you?

Wouldn't you go out to them?

Sure you would.
I know you would.

(SIGHS) Jean-Claude's
going home tomorrow.

I don't know if we'll
ever see him again.

And whether or not you guys
decide to talk to him
is up to you,

but I think you owe him
an apology.

Both of you.

You think about it.

I love you both very, very much.

And I know that you love me.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I hope that's the way
you like it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry this has been
such a hard time for you.

No. It is I who should
apologize.

I think I have brought you
much sadness.

It was not my wish.

It's not your fault.
You must never think that.

When I came here,
I did not know.

I know.

We should have told you.

That Bob is my father?

Yes, Jean-Claude.
Bob is your father.

That is why you are
angry with him?

Yes.

So you must also have been
angry with me.

I suppose so, at first.

But then you came.

We got to know each other.

And I hope now
we can be friends.

Can we be friends, Jean-Claude?

Thank you very much
for the coffee, madame.

It was very good.

We have to go now, Jean-Claude.

Please say goodbye
to Jessica and Paula for me.

Goodbye, madame.

Many thanks for everything.

Goodbye, Jean-Claude.

(ENGINE STARTING)

What's going to happen
now, Mommy?
I don't know, sweetie.

How can you even talk to
Daddy after what he's done?
Jessica.

Do you know the most painful
part of growing up?
No.

Discovering nobody is perfect.

Not even your parents.

I called Louis last night.
He's going to pick you up
at the airport in Paris.

All right.

(SIGHS)

Bob, I bet you 10 francs that
I can make you laugh before
you count to 10.

I bet you a dollar you can't.

No, no! (LAUGHING)
It's okay.

MAN: Can I see
your ticket please?

This is an excursion fare.
You have to stay
at least 10 days.

I know. I'm going to pay
the difference.

That's $225.

WOMAN: (ON PA) TWA announces
the departure of Flight 890,
non-stop service to Paris,

now boarding at Gate 35.
Passengers please have your
boarding passes ready.

You sure you've got
enough in here to read
for the flight?

Yes.

(MAN CHATTERING OVER PA)

WOMAN: (ON PA)
Will those passengers holding
green boarding passes,

rows 49 through 65,
kindly board now?

Well, your seat number
is 24, but...

You can board last. We...

We have a few minutes.
Let's sit down over here.

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: (ON PA)
Will those passengers holding
green boarding passes,

rows 48 through 30,
please board now?

So...

Maybe you'll visit us
again at Christmas time.

Or even this summer.
I mean, any time you want.

Thank you.

So, you'll come again
this summer?

SHEILA: Oh, thank God.
We thought we'd missed you.

Jessica and Paula wanted to
say goodbye, Jean-Claude.

I'm really sorry
about what I did.

So am I.

JESSICA: We want you
to come back
and see us, Jean-Claude.

JEAN-CLAUDE:
Yes, I would like that.

PAULA: Bye, Jean-Claude.

JEAN-CLAUDE: Goodbye.
Excuse me, are you
going on this flight?

Um, no. He is.
Well, I will take
his ticket, then.

And you have to board
right away, okay?

Goodbye, Mrs. Beckwith.

Goodbye, Jean-Claude.

I'm sorry, sir.
He has to board
right now.

Sir, he has to board
the flight now,
or he will not make it.

Go on.

Au revoir, Papa.

Au revoir, mon fils.

Je t'aime.

I love you, too.