La folle histoire de Cloclo Page #3
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I'm a failure.
I want to be France's top star.
You can be.
It takes work.
More than you think.
Johnny Hallyday
is up for military service.
So we work harder,
double the gigs.
Everybody clap with me!
Louder!
I can't hear you up there!
Louder!
If I had a hammer
And if I had a bell
And if I had a song to sing
I'd be the happiest of men
But a hammer,
A bell and a song
For the love of my father,
my mother, my brothers and sisters
That would be true happiness
It's the hammer of justice
It's the bell of freedom
It's the song for my father,
my mother, my brothers and sisters
I'd be the happiest of men
That's true happiness
If I had a hammer!
Cloclo! Cloclo!
- What's he run on?
- Water.
Almost.
Chivas and a Coke before curtain.
What a bunch of bunglers!
Give the wire some slack!
This guy!
For Chantal...
Dry this, quick.
And the dryer, not too close!
France Gall is back.
Get moving, now.
You'll tire of me.
No, I'll come back tomorrow.
And the next day.
What do your parents say?
They don't know I'm here.
And when can I applaud you
on stage?
Please, don't come.
Belle, belle, belle,
You were made to love
I'm a Miss France Gall fan, too.
I'm sure you do fine.
Lovely as you are.
Everyone will be charmed.
Sorry!
Beat it!
Sicko!
Mama.
See?
Less than an hour from Paris.
There, we'll have a pool put in.
A huge one.
For the yard,
I found a Paris landscape gardener.
I'll get animals,
maybe African cranes.
But with the Paris apartment,
that's a lot of expense.
With me,
it's better than a casino jackpot.
I'll be boss. I'll plan it all,
like in Ismailia.
Meals, receptions...
What'll I do, the ironing?
No, Jojo.
You'll hold the purse strings.
Mama, you'll have hired help.
I'll take good care of you.
And my grandchildren.
First I have to find their mother.
If Dad had seen this...
Another little step.
Careful.
There're more stairs to the left.
Your foot, there.
If Madame would kindly sit down.
For you.
Like it?
It's beautiful.
Leave the girls alone
Leave the girls alone
Or else they'll be leaving you
Leave the girls alone
Or else you'll be crying too
Look out.
Watch the bodywork!
Please, move back!
No time! Please!
Go on, Claude.
- I see you here often. Your name?
- Josette.
Like my sister.
Don't cry. Give her that.
- Let's go.
- See you later.
Everybody will get a chance.
- Tell him to remember this time.
- Trust me.
Thursday, Bordeaux.
Friday, Mont-de-Marsan.
That brass! I want it.
You listening?
Saturday, Biarritz, and Tuesday...
Tuesday:
Vegas for a photo shoot.Can't wait.
You're taking the girl, right?
France Gall. Yes, I know about her.
Ticky...
- It wasn't me.
- No, it wasn't.
So, what're you doing?
She's not coming.
But I'm mad about her.
I never thought
I'd fall in love again.
But as soon as I see her...
She's so fresh, so cheerful,
she fills me...
That's all very moving, but...
A youth idol has to be
discreet and unattached.
So keep it quiet.
All right, already!
My prince.
Wake up, Cinderella.
I have to take you back
to your parents'.
I'm hurting so bad
Knowing somebody else
Is holding you
You see who he means?
Janet, his ex...
Gilbert Becaud...
I'm hurting so bad
And yet, since then
I've long known it
I know
Nice jacket!
Straight from Vegas.
A gift from the boss.
Nope. And I'm scared stiff.
You're right to be.
Hello, Claude. And congrats.
Sweet of you to come.
Doesn't only Johnny Hallyday
have the privilege?
Don't be silly.
I hope that after his next record
there will be money left for mine.
You know that...
Philips is Johnny's territory?
I know.
Ticky!
Am I imagining it?
Why only give me adaptations
he turns down?
You have no lack of fans.
Congrats on your fan club.
50,000 members...
And still growing!
You're the first.
That's the treatment I want.
As No. 1. Like Johnny!
I said, in line with my bedroom
windows. Is that in line?
I can see you can't see.
I have to do everything!
Mr. Francois, I thought...
Don't think, check!
- It doesn't matter.
- Sure it does!
Flowers are a detail.
God is in the details.
Don't you know?
Claude, Christian is here.
Send him down.
- Write everything down.
- Okay.
Read it 20 times a day if you must.
Okay.
And cross things off as you go.
Okay.
Stop saying okay. It's annoying.
Sorry.
Always be nearby. Not too close,
Here.
Come on.
My sunglasses. Very important.
Always clean.
The case always in the bag.
Got it.
Lunch is ready.
Come to the table.
And bring your new idiot.
You made moussaka!
We'll continue later.
You must taste my mother's moussaka.
About my mother:
Never lend her money, ever.
mum's the word. Got that?
No one knows. It's better like that.
Look.
This is great!
I'll record everything
on British radio. Everything.
And you,
stay with me every minute.
I can't, you know that.
It's up to you.
Why bother with pointless stuff?
Like what?
Eurovision.
Just to lose. It's idiotic.
Eurovision, I swear...
In a few minutes we'll hear
Serge Gainsbourg's excellent song,
performed by France Gall,
watched by 150 million TV viewers.
I'm a doll made of...
France, come quick, it's Claude!
Claude, darling, did you see?
I won!
Listen to me:
You won, great.
But you lost me.
France, a smile.
What do you think of the chorus?
The chorus is fine, but it's...
Open up, Claude.
Open up, please.
My winning doesn't hurt you.
You should be glad.
Darling, open up!
Open up, Claude!
I love you so.
Why are you doing this to me?
My love!
This is too hard to understand.
Cut the false poetry.
Let her in.
Screw her and her Eurovision!
Open up, Claude!
I'm letting her in.
If you do,
you'll never write for me again.
Keep out of this.
Sit down. Let's go on.
Leave her!
I'll call the elevator.
Come on.
Simple like hello
Sad as a goodbye
That's what love is like
You have to suffer
To find happiness
I hold out my arms
But you leave
That's what love is like
Who wants a photo?
Move back. Take it easy.
I wrote you a love letter.
How sweet. I promise to read it.
Didn't you write anything?
Dannemois. One year later.
Papa is with us now.
As if he were at the Mill.
Thank you, my Claudio.
To the newlyweds!
The same pool as Elvis has.
Wrong:
He has the same as me.Taha,
champagne, make it fast.
Think we'll marry someday
and have children?
- Like Johnny Hallyday and Sylvie?
- I'm talking about us, not them.
Don't you want some
little blond-haired darlings?
As pretty as you?
I can't leave my husband's
coffin in Monaco.
Didn't you bring it here?
I couldn't.
Think how much it costs.
Did you ask Claude?
I already ask too much of him.
He's so generous.
For my husband,
I'll manage alone.
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