La folle histoire de Cloclo Page #4

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We need to have him with us.

I might be able to help.

How much do you need?

Thank you so much!

An hour and a half late!

You're right, son. Warm them up.

Until they burn the house down!

- This jerk forgot the cookies.

- You did?

Why do I get the worst assistants!

Where's my trailer?

Show him his dressing room.

Hurry.

Claude, please!

Step on it.

I'm full throttle.

Every minute of the day.

What incompetents!

Look at him. Jeez!

What're you doing here?

Sorry, they said I could change

my bandage here.

What happened?

I twisted my ankle.

I dance in the first part.

- I'll leave you.

- Don't go.

- What's your name?

- Isabelle.

I'm Claude Francois.

Like the singer.

Sorry.

Walk right in,

Don't look around

Don't give that girl a grin

Walk right in,

Sit right down

That will put her in a spin

She's the kind of gal

All the guys are wooing

But you let her know,

Nothing doing

Walk right in,

Sit right down

And you'll turn her upside-down

Walk right in,

Don't give her a look

Wrong note,

you're fired!

You're not far off!

Four times.

The same mistake four times!

Makes me sick!

- I didn't do anything...

- Got a problem?

Is this the Salvation Army?

Look at your shoes!

Out! I don't want to see

your stupid faces again!

Don't worry.

He's fired me seven times,

then gave me a Cartier watch.

This is it.

What?

I'd like you to meet me

my country cousin. Virginia.

Valeria.

Valeria. A real fan.

Don't be intimidated.

This is my dressing room.

I'll leave you two.

Paulo went to get our cash.

The cash! The cash!

Burgundy for all, okay?

Thanks, boss!

I'll finish my story.

3 years later

I go by the same store,

and what do I see?

The parrot, still bare!

Incredible!

How'd you like the show?

Really want to know?

You're repeating yourself.

It's routine. Humdrum.

40 SRO gigs, 3 encores a night

and still not happy?

Cut it out. You feel like I do.

Not tonight, Paul.

Let me savor the moment.

Is that possible this once?

So sorry. I misunderstood.

So it's just tourism.

I thought you were settling in.

Listen, son.

If you don't change anything,

in 6 months you're done for.

A has-been. End of story.

Stay,

Stay here with me

We need each other,

Can't you see

Stay,

Don't abandon me

You'll regret it

Almost as much as me

I hear the door closing on you

I hear your steps

Fading down the hall

Suddenly I feel alone and lost

I feel my head empty

And a pain in my heart

I know I'm not a perfect man

I can't always

Find the right thing to say

I don't care enough for you

And I'm afraid of not having love

But I dream

Yes, I dream

I'm afraid to admit it

Except when I'm alone

And thinking of you

Stay,

Stay here with me

We need each other,

Can't you see

Stay

Please don't go

You'll regret it

Almost as much as me

Holy cow!

- Christ Almighty.

- Did you see that?

Extraordinary!

And Blacks on French TV...

That's totally new.

It turned you on,

you old lecher!

And I designed their costumes.

It was fabulous.

From now on,

guys will take their girls

to see Cloclo and his Clodettes.

- Innovation enough, Mr. 20%?

- Fine, son.

You were right,

we can't sleep.

And now what, Paulo?

I've got plenty more ideas!

A first in France:

A singer has created his own label

and music publishing house.

That entertainer

is Claude Francois.

He manages every aspect

of his career alone.

No regrets?

I've got a few.

But I'm not sure

I want you as boss.

And like this.

To Fleche Records!

Health...

Prosperity... Knock on wood...

and love.

Summer 1967

How did your concert go?

Shall I heat up some pizza?

What's the matter?

She's left me.

It's not the first time.

France and you...

No, this time it's for good.

She'll never come back.

My Claudio...

You have all the girls you want.

You're successful,

rich and handsome.

Stop saying I'm handsome.

I'm short,

bowlegged and I sing like a duck.

Johnny Hallyday and Sylvie's

Baby Son Doing Fine

Hello, madam.

Come in.

You must be Isabelle.

Welcome to the Mill.

I'm Chouffa, Claude's mother.

- Did you find it easily?

- Yes, thank you.

Claude's working.

He'll join us later.

There he is.

She's pretty. Who is she?

Looks like France Gall.

But she's not.

Play the next one.

"For Me"? You said no in May.

Too sad.

Now I want a sad song.

Go on, play it.

Again.

It reminds me of...

I see it as...

I don't know...

the end of love.

Try to find lyrics about...

a man's pain, real despair.

Play it again.

Like every day...

I rise from bed...

But you don't stir...

"Comme d'habitude"...

Good.

"Comme"...

"d'habitude"...

It gets stuck here. Boring.

- We'll rework that part then.

- Yes.

The emotion has to crescendo.

My voice has to rise,

ending with a wrench.

"Comme d'habitude"...

Yes, "comme d'habitude"!

I rise from bed

Bump into you

But you don't stir

"Comme d'habitude"

I pull

The sheet up under your chin

I fear you might be cold

"Comme d'habitude"

My hand

Strokes your hair

Let's say hi to Isabelle.

This is Ness-Ness.

What I listened to didn't sell.

What sold, I didn't listen to.

Remember, Mama?

I knew I had to choose:

Rather than do 100% heart,

I do 50% heart, 50% head.

Give people what they want.

Like the Americans do.

What do you think, Isabelle?

I don't know.

You're 100% heart.

It's not you.

You were so nice.

It's those people,

the girls, your life...

It scares me.

True, I'm surrounded by women.

But they don't matter.

It's no accident I looked for you,

that I did all that,

introduced you to my mother.

Every time I'm near you

I feel the same.

You put me at ease.

You give me stability.

You can give me the life I need.

Love me, Isabelle.

Love me.

Let me go!

Damn.

And then

The day will fade

I'll be homeward-bound

"Comme d'habitude"

And you

Won't be around

Won't be home yet

"Comme d'habitude"

All alone

I'll lie down

On this cold empty bed

"Comme d'habitude"

My tears

I'll hide from view

"Comme d'habitude"

Even after dark

I'll play pretend

I'll play along

You'll walk in the door

I'll be waiting for you

You'll flash a smile

You'll get undressed

You'll get into bed

Our lips will meet

"Comme d'habitude"

We'll play pretend

"Comme d'habitude"

We'll make love

"Comme d'habitude"

We'll play pretend

"Comme d'habitude"

You're cute when you sew.

I don't knit as well.

You get the idea?

From top to bottom, with a fake

lining, you can hide a painting.

Flatten the canvas

under the lining.

It doubt it'll come in handy.

Don't think that.

Everything can be challenged

overnight. Believe me.

- I'll go.

- No, I will.

- No, I will.

- No, me.

Up you go, son.

Little Claude, are you angry?

Hush, Coco. Easy.

Donna, Donna, Donna

You'll regret the day

Donna, Donna, Donna

When you were... Hush.

I thought all kids

were Claude fans.

Little traitor.

Let me.

Coco, come on.

To calm babies,

I speak to them in Italian.

Oh, you don't play poker with them?

Brussels, December 1968

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