Disco Page #3

Or else forget it.

Come on.

These Polacks from the Varsovia

worry me.

They're hot on the half-turns.

Without your strike, they wouldn't

be stuck here and we'd be cool.

Let's get started.

You filming us?

Yeah. Hold on.

Start their music.

lt's rolling.

This is great. Thanks.

lt's the dream team.

l'll be at the bar.

l don't know what your friends

do in real life,

but l have to work tomorrow.

So l'm bowing out

of this three-ring circus.

There's bus service back.

Stop it! They're super.

They're totally wild.

l don't want to see my sister

become a cornball!

l have every reason to have qualms

about this place.

You promised to make an effort.

But this isn't an effort,

it's a sacrifice.

Totem time.

That's us.

The Bee Kings.

Noneye...

We call him that

because he cries with one eye.

Drives the biggest crane in Europe.

l say the biggest,

but it's not really.

To be exact, for purists,

the biggest is in Hamburg.

Walter's weird.

He's no talker.

lt's a mask.

He got dumped by a girl, Vronique.

He never got over it.

l won my first dance contest

in these socks.

"The Yellow Dwarf" in Fcamp.

My good luck socks.

Jackson kept them.

A funny guy.

The Eddie Barclay of Le Havre.

lncurable playboy.

He stole Aznavour's wife.

Among others.

So, young lovers,

went up for a jiggle

in Daddy's dungeon?

You're Jackson, l suppose?

ln person.

My ballet teacher.

Other her a whiskey & Coke.

lt's on me.

May Tina Turner preserve you!

You sure? No kebab, no quiche?

l know a place...

No, thanks.

My brother's waiting.

But thanks for this evening.

So long, Kings.

You're great.

Thank you.

Hey, guys...

lt's love.

A call for you.

Who is it?

Mr. Courbet from Radio RTL.

"lt's Our Business Too,"

your program on RTL.

We have Mr. Barleycorn on the line.

Mr. Barleycorn, we're trying

to contact Luxembourg

and get Mr. Fournier on the line.

l remind you:
he is the head

of Gondolo lnc.

l think we have him on the line.

- Bastard!

- Julien Courbet here.

"lt's Our Business Too" on RTL.

Mr. Fournier,

you promised Mr. Barleycorn,

who's on line with us,

to deliver 20 waterbeds to him

and his neighbors.

My question is simple:

What do you intend to do?

We figured as much.

At least things are clear.

We are indeed dealing

with a swindler.

Don't worry, Mr. Barleycorn,

you know our show.

RTL will take care of you.

Have a nice day.

We'll come through.

With that sock on your head?

lt's for my disco hairdo.

Otherwise it frizzes.

l'll give you a suppository.

That should kill

your Saturday night fever.

That's what l want.

lt sucks.

Here's your mom.

Go on, girls.

They were terrific.

See you next week.

For you.

l wanted to thank you

for all your help.

And l wanted to show you

the real Didier.

INVITATION (PERSONAL)

MOONLIGHT, A RESTAURANT,

TWO NICE GLASSES, AND US.

l'll wear a nice dress.

So you know one or don't you?

l repeat:

Do you know one or don't you?

Everyone knows a star.

So what do l say

to the poster printer?

That Jacqueline Bouchard

de la Marinire knows show biz stars?

You just get ruder

and ruder with me.

lf you're in such a hurry

call your disco pals yourself.

Your Cerrones, your Juvets.

But you know l owe them money.

Get your head examined.

There may be surprises.

You realize what you're doing:

You're killing my baby.

Watch it, Jackson.

Don't forget

l downgraded my title for you.

You're not a baroness?

More than that, buster.

Think a little.

And enough of your

"my baby," "my creation," "my baby!"

That's all l hear!

Me, myself and l.

Screw you.

So there!

Well, l'm leaving.

l'm leaving the great artist.

The Van Gogh of the Gin Fizz.

Come on in, Didier.

l let you dazzle me.

See my lawyers about your shares.

Right, l'll see your lawyers.

l'll make mincemeat

out of them.

So long, Grandma!

F*** your mother!

Better and better.

Unbelievable.

Come on in, kid.

- ls this a bad time?

- No, come on in.

- Want me to come back later?

- Come on in.

F*** your mother.

Here, fella.

lt's for you.

Blow your coach away.

l don't know what to say. Thanks.

Don't thank me.

Sit down.

You're not here for nothing.

Remember Club 77?

ln Rouen?

Sure, we lost the finals

and we broke up. Exit the Bee Kings.

l f***ed you over.

l did it so the Andalusian

could win.

My third wife.

2 months later, she left me

for a sports journalist.

When the mirror ball stops turning,

the Saturday night jester

doesn't shine so bright.

The king of Le Havre nights.

Jackson...

lt's not even my real name.

lt's Jean-Franois Civet.

All that just for show.

Can you imagine.

Still, what would l do

without women?

Every time, l get hooked again.

lf experience served any purpose,

we'd stop catching colds

at some point, wouldn't we?

Where you taking her?

The usual place.

l hope she's a meat eater.

Buffalo Grill...

Hold the line.

So we're set on the surprises?

We're set. We'll make your evening

a happy one, Mr. Travolta.

What's so funny?

For the coffee.

May l ask you a question?

What do you do in life?

l'm a victim of the Palm.

l had a job at Quo Vadis...

the diary makers.

"Life goes by in pages

that turn as in a novel."

On the top left:
the saints.

18 Feb. - St. Bernadette,

23 April - St. George.

31 December - St. Sylvester.

l won't give you the sales pitch.

l did that for five years.

At the office, we'd say:

"On St. Valentine's Day,

if she gets her way,

"by St. Jacques,

she'll get your..."

lt's charming,

but it's not my birthday.

But it's our first dinner.

And a candle on a salmon

carpaccio is...

unusual.

lt's funny because...

your name is France and l was

conceived on the SS France.

Funny, isn't it?

Very. Very funny.

lt's a spiral.

l'm so glad to be with you.

lt's like a holiday.

No boyfriends?

Yes...

but asleep at the bottom of the sea.

lt's been three years.

He's dead.

l understand.

Unless you're a fish...

That's not what l wanted to say.

lt's nothing.

l met him in New York

at the American Ballet.

We were engaged.

But he was a sailor.

He did solo crossings.

lt cost him his life.

So l came back here

to be close to my family.

Since then, l've devoted myself

to my little dance school.

Sorry, l didn't mean to spoil

our dinner.

You know, France,

my mom often says:

"lf we always lived in bliss,

how could we be happy?"

l think the dessert's coming.

Thank you for an unusual evening.

"l know your eyes

in the morning sun

"l feel you touch me

in the pouring rain

"The moment you wander

far from me

"l wanna feel you in my arms again."

lsn't that beautiful?

Very.

Who's it by?

The Bee Gees.

"How Deep is Your Love."

What world do you live in?

My own.

See you tomorrow?

What is it?

lt's your owl-like eyes.

They make me laugh.

Thank you.

l haven't had a compliment

in a while.

You forgot your umbrella.

Who is it?

l'm a friends of France's.

l'd like to speak to you.

Come in, young man.

l really love

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