La folle histoire de Cloclo Page #5

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Claude, the messenger's here.

Recognize it?

"The Voice."

Sinatra.

Frank Sinatra, Papa.

He's singing my song.

Sinatra, dammit.

Cloclo! Cloclo!

What's the matter?

Nothing.

But when I'm happy,

I always figure,

sh*t,

something bad's going to happen.

Stop torturing yourself.

Paulo, France has changed.

Since May '68...

A good thing, too!

- Am I already a has-been?

- Cut it out!

When was my last hit? When?

Tell me when?

True, we have fewer gigs.

And I have trouble

filling 4000 seaters,

but most of all with the tour.

But it's okay, don't worry.

We'll come up with something new,

as usual.

We've been here before.

We always come through.

Every time. Trust me.

What's wrong? You're tipsy.

It's that wine

you poured all evening.

Watch the steps.

Quit smoking.

I've told you a hundred times.

Thanks for the great evening.

Say, why is the casino gala

still unpaid?

Is there a problem?

There was a debt to pay off.

What debt?

This is embarrassing.

I don't know how to tell you.

It's not fair, Claude.

Tell the casino.

It might amuse them to cancel

your debt and pay for my gala.

Can't we discuss it?

Papa should've taught you a lesson

when you blew his indemnity.

I'm not so weak.

Don't say that about your father.

Forgive him, Aime.

I'm having you banned from casinos!

- I've made the request.

- So that's how you thank me!

Where will I go now?

Wherever you want.

Josette, friends, I don't care!

Even bumming off my guests.

But you betrayed my work, my image!

You've tainted me!

Taha, the suitcases.

Christian will take you.

I won't deprive Coco of his grandma.

You'll see him. But not here.

Work it out with Isabelle.

Out of my sight!

I'll wait

until you come back to me

I'll wait

I'll wait a long time if need be

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 know I'm not a perfect man

Christian!

Get a doctor, quick!

Stretcher!

An ambulance!

The plane bringing Claude Francois

from Marseille has just landed.

Anxious fans have been waiting.

The singer passed out on stage.

He's still unconscious.

Mr. Lederman!

- How is he?

- It's very serious.

He's totally exhausted.

Some respect, please.

Stand back!

Son, I told you...

The "wounded idol" never fails.

Look:

You haven't had such press

in 3 years.

- Never again, Paulo.

- Now look...

Enter the new Claude Francois.

Generous, closer to his audience.

Look:

"Claude Francois Blacks Out"

"Cloclo Collapses..."

Isn't it beautiful?

I owe Marseille the first concert.

Where he fell,

he rises again.

I buy it, son.

- You look great.

- Thanks.

I brought you this.

If you knew the force you give me.

Nothing can stop me.

I've got plans. Big plans!

I'm shifting into high gear.

I'll astonish you!

1972. Three years later.

I have to sing to forget

A shooting star who left me flat

You can help me

Find her again

She's got eyes of blue, Belinda

She's got bangs of gold, Belinda

She's got eyes of blue, Belinda

In my dressing room, Gigi hung suits

by pushing aside ones already there.

One is way on the right

with its sleeve caught in the door.

From now on...

From now on (underline twice),

if you put a suit away,

make sure that, front and back,

it doesn't wrinkle the suit

on either side of it.

Please pass on to Nicole.

Genevieve Leroy:
A thought...

Why don't we make figurines

like dolls in my image?

Provided

they are exactly true to life.

Please answer. Urgent.

For my show with Drucker,

send him the text of the sketches

and my drawing of the two-seated

stool for the host.

Tell him I plan to have it patented.

I know he's going to laugh.

Do it quickly.

I feel good,

It feels nice...

Going to the studio at 6?

And Gaite Studios?

That's right.

I feel good,

It feels nice

Like a rainbow in your eyes

When you live

Like lovers

I love you, Claude!

Me too.

You didn't kiss me!

Slower, Claude.

We're behind you.

Okay.

See you later.

I love you, Claude.

Watch out for my hair.

Claude, my love.

Hello, Caroline.

We saw you last night...

On TV.

Claude, we love you.

I love you.

Give me your hand...

Your hand.

I read an article

about the benefits of carrots.

Nicole, in last week's Elle

there's an ad for a juicer.

Have someone pick up two, please.

I'll take one to the Mill.

I feel good,

It feels nice

Life flows like a song

As sure as a girl

Falls in love

I feel good,

It feels nice

Like a rainbow in your eyes

When you live

Like lovers

- I heard your latest single.

- Really?

I liked your message on the wall.

I've never seen you.

Your first time?

- What's your name?

- Sylvie.

Sylvie?

- Where you from?

- Normandy.

Take me with you, please!

This is my office.

Fans aren't allowed.

Please, take me.

I can't.

I'd like to, but come see me often.

- For you.

- Thanks.

Don't leave me, Claude. Let me in.

Your nose is bleeding.

Put your head back.

Come with me.

Don't get so worked up.

Sit down there.

Sit down here.

Could someone see to the girl?

A nosebleed.

So, Nicole.

Well?

- You have to sign these.

- Again?

Here, Chantal.

Thanks.

Fleche Records...

No, sir, Mr. Lederman and Mr.

Francois parted ways 2 years ago.

That's not star quality.

It's more like a hippy look.

- It's a good photo.

- It's lousy.

Why buy out a magazine

if it's to get even worse treatment?

Redo the photo

with the red sequin suit. Got that?

- We already printed 140,000 copies!

- I don't give a sh*t! Pulp it!

Think of the cost!

Is it your money?

My audience is out in the suburbs.

Why make them return to Paris?

How do you see it?

Rent a heated tent,

take two contract musicians

as curtain-raisers,

Topaloff and Chamfort,

and this winter...

we tour the 'burbs.

- And rent a tent?

- Yes, a tent.

And screw the cost!

Isabelle's trying to reach you.

Say I'm not here.

Right, left and jump.

Go!

Left, right...

Left, right, jump!

More into the ground!

Bounce!

- Listen to this.

- The Temptations?

Tell me if we adapt it.

For the next titles,

I want a week at Motown.

Detroit? No white records there.

That's the point.

The real sound is there.

A week?

You gonna start too? And stop

smoking cigars. It stinks in here.

- Back in an hour.

- We'll be waiting.

I'm recording a show.

We'll be waiting.

Can I ask you a question?

Why do you always

run to your car?

If people see me

amble down the street,

just like everyone else,

where's the dream?

I get it.

Same with wearing sunglasses

even at night?

Bull's eye.

You get no peace, then.

It must get tiring. I often think...

Cut it.

Drive!

She's got eyes of blue, Belinda

She's got bangs of gold, Belinda

I'll get your costume.

Your son is here.

Fine.

So, Coco, did you miss Daddy?

- Say you love me.

- I love you, Daddy.

Who're the photos for?

No answer?

Jour de France.

That's wild!

Are these the costumes?

Does it look nice?

Good.

Where do we start?

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