Mr. Bean's Holiday Page #2

who hunger for truth.

For all of us who cry out in pain.

For those whose souls yearn to sing.

He says it's a very good film.

As pictures were released of the Englishman

believed to have abducted the son

of Cannes film festival jury member

Emil Dachevsky,

a positive ID of the boy was made

at a service station yesterday.

The police now believe the man is travelling

with a female accomplice.

A national manhunt has been launched

and stop-and-search procedures

have been instigated right across France.

You are not Russian?

No.

You are not this boy's father?

No.

You are English?

Do you know the whole of France

is looking for you?

Now they look for me, too.

Who are you? Where are you going?

To the beach.

This boy's father is a judge at the premiere

of my film. We take him there.

And the beach?

Forget the beach.

I have only one scene in this movie.

I am not going to miss this premiere.

Not for you, not for the police. Okay?

Now, do as I say.

My daughter.

My mother.

She's Spanish,

and very deaf.

Sir, we're in a great hurry.

I don't want to miss my premiere.

No problem. Leave it to us.

Come on, we'll find Papa.

Here you are, sir.

It's for one person only.

No, she's my daughter! Please!

Leave her with Grandma.

Damn!

What is life

but a teardrop in the eye of infinity?

Together we lived, we laughed, we loved.

But you left me.

And now, I walk this wilderness alone.

What use is a cop with a broken heart?

Without you, I'm nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

Stop!

Your pass, please, madam.

The Romans lit fires in the skulls

of their dead so they might forget their past.

Wherever I look,

I'm reminded our relationship is dead.

- You stay.

- You okay?

Me, Papa.

On the outside, yeah.

But inside?

Nothing.

DeBrock is making the drop.

Boss...

It's going down, boss.

It's me.

Boss?

Do we go?

He's cornered, boss.

We know he's in there.

Let's do it.

Okay, boss.

Nothing.

Hey.

The little boy?

Oh, look, this is my scene.

It's winter now.

And the seeds of love lie deep within me.

Will spring ever come?

I thought by now I'd have met another,

- but...

- Hi...

It was not to be.

They cut my scene.

But I can show the world

that you were once mine.

I can relive our time together.

Those precious memories

that I yearn to forget.

Time slips through my fingers like sand.

The fires of our love have burned out,

and now there is nothing.

Nothing but a sky black with ashes.

I won't forget you, your kisses like soft fruit.

Your laughter bursting into daylight

like silver.

Your smile like the curl of the sickle moon

in the night sky.

Your luminous beauty, your goodness,

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