La folle histoire de Cloclo Page #6

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Isabelle called again.

For the fourth time.

Tell her I'm busy.

Isn't it obvious?

Since Coco's in Paris,

we could all meet at the apartment.

Impossible.

I've got work tonight.

For once.

I said no.

I have to go.

See you this weekend.

You bullshitting me?

I look like I have crow's-feet.

You want to age me?

Honey,

how about Prunier's tonight?

Is that okay?

Sure.

This is from Switzerland.

Take three every morning.

It slows cell deterioration.

But Claude, I'm 22.

It's up to you.

Which one, Sofia?

It's wrinkled. Intolerable!

- This one?

- Nice.

No choice.

I saw you eyeing that guy

at Prunier's!

Yesterday,

I came on to that DJ,

today, I want that guy...

Sure, I've f***ed them all!

- Happy now?

- Yes, I am.

How much you want to stop working?

Name your price!

Any price!

I don't want you modeling anymore.

- You're nuts!

- Me?

I was with you all evening!

- You're impossible!

- Sicko!

I'm sick? Yes, I am.

I see your little game.

Hey, look.

How's it going, f*ggot!

Bring your sister. I'll show you.

Beat it!

Let go!

Drop this tape at the office,

please,

and tell the secretary

all memos should be out

before 10 a.m. Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

- Take them to the pool.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Did you make up the blue room?

- Not yet.

Don't forget the swimsuits

for the guests.

- Is everything all right?

- Perfect.

- Need anything?

- No, thanks.

For the American room.

With Claude you can be sure.

If you can benefit him in any way,

he'll be all smiles.

Sorry, I won again!

A macaroon?

That's him in the pool.

Thanks.

May I?

Ali, come serve on the terrace.

Love your new American room.

Thank you.

When does the tennis coach arrive?

4 o'clock.

Isabelle!

Isabelle, come get Coco!

Coco has to pee.

Can you take him?

Come with Mommy.

Your son's a doll.

Take over for me?

I'll handle this.

What's wrong, Marc?

I want to play down there with Coco.

You know what Daddy said.

When he comes up,

you can play outside.

Like we always do with guests.

You be Coco,

and Coco will be Marc.

Hide-and-seek is fun.

Know what we'll do after?

Watch a Disney movie,

the three of us together.

Want to?

Go, Marc. Shoot!

I'm off.

Next weekend

I invited the Lagarderes.

When's the pediatrician?

Thursday.

Careful.

Hide one under a blanket.

And take them up one at a time.

I wish you'd stop hiding

Marc's existence.

It's not a state secret.

Don't start again.

Know what your mom says...

it's bad luck.

I don't give a damn what she says!

I'm talking about Marc, our son.

Imagine how he must feel.

You know I'm trying

to protect him.

I already made a mistake with Coco.

I don't want him in the spotlight.

He'll be happier without it!

Is it for him,

or your sex symbol image?

Excuse me?

One child's an accident,

two's a family.

Cut it out!

Relax about your career,

it drives you nuts!

Stop it!

Stop it.

I know there's someone else.

I know it.

See you Tuesday.

So long, Slim.

Slim...

If some day...

If some day things went sour...

If I had to sing in restaurants...

Would you stick with me?

It'll be all right, Claude.

It'll be all right.

Yes?

What is it?

Jean-Paul Bert, Fraud Squad.

Let us in, please.

What's going on?

What're you after?

Would somebody answer me?

The magistrate on the case

has informed the singer

of his indictment for tax fraud.

He risks

up to a 2-year sentence...

Come eat something.

Claude, please open up.

They'll realize

it's all the accountant's fault.

The office keeps calling.

Come out.

It's not the end of the world.

They tried to destroy me, Dad.

I won't let them.

Leave me. I'm tired.

Is something wrong, Claude?

Are you feeling sad?

They've no right to hurt you.

They're just jealous.

I'll never abandon you, Claude.

Never.

Thank you.

Someone sold me out.

I'm sure of it!

Open your ears

and keep an eye on everyone.

To the new accountant:

Every Monday I want

a file on all my companies

with bank statements, receipts

and expense reports

for all the staff. Everyone.

They all hate me.

From the start.

Intellectuals,

other entertainers, everyone.

Look at Sardou.

What's he put

on his magazine cover?

"Claude Francois - Loony!"

Smearing me, whatever I do.

If I'm not a crook,

I lie about my age.

If I'm not a teen idol,

I'm a f*ggot

who cruises in parks.

You find that funny?

Am I supposed to cry?

Marnay, nothing to say?

Yes...

It could be a great song.

I need others to love me

But no one understands

My hope and dream

Who can say

Who I really am?

Try as I could

I've been misunderstood

Because today, I feel

Starved for affection

People know about me

What I want them to see

But do they ever look

For the source of my glee?

And why this despair

Hidden deep inside of me?

If appearances

Aren't always on my side

It's not as it seems

I'd give up everything

To find true love just once

But here I am as before...

Starving for affection

People know about me

What I want them to see

Thank you for everything.

And why this despair

Hidden deep inside of me?

Goodbye, Taha.

Claude, are you kidding?

"Comme d'habitude" is your song!

Why didn't you talk to him?

He's Sinatra.

What can a little Frenchy

like me say to him?

Who am I?

Come back to the Mill.

If Isabelle hadn't taken the kids

to live in the south,

would you be here now?

Stop with the questions!

I need you, Mama.

You ignored me all these years.

Not even a phone call.

I didn't exist.

You know perfectly well why.

You lacked nothing, did you?

True. And I thank you.

Come back, please.

I'm begging you.

Let's live like we used to.

You've got to meet Sofia.

You'll see, she's divine.

Okay,

I have to run.

- You sure you're okay?

- Don't worry.

Tell the new accountant to check

my mother's expenses for the Mill.

Whoever lends my mother money

will face me and my eternal scorn!

Tell Le Luron I'll see.

See his imitations of you?

It's wild!

Listen, son, imagine:

Go on stage with him

for one song.

Two Cloclos for one!

But it's bad timing, Paul.

I'm overwhelmed.

I heard.

You're branching out.

Think I'd let them bury me?

To Girls Models Agency!

Clever!

He runs a model agency,

and here's the great man

always swimming in beauties!

Great. Beautiful.

Sensual.

Good. Perfect.

Arch your back.

That's a lovely curve.

Turn your face.

150 grams, like you wanted.

If that doesn't beat Lui!

We'll knock 'em down a notch.

I'd love to see Filippachi's face.

So, who's happier?

The press magnate

or the photographer?

Jean-Pierre, sorry I'm late.

Suddenly

Suddenly all that's left

Is a song

Suddenly I listen

To that song

It said "I love you"

That song

That keeps coming back

Suddenly all that's left is a song

I can't take it anymore,

But I hear that song

I don't believe anymore,

Then I hear that song

Already No. 1 youth press mogul,

singer Claude Francois has launched

a perfume line, "Eau Noire."

A fragrance the star conceived

for men and women.

Children!

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