La folle histoire de Cloclo Page #7

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Missed.

Careful, Marc.

Somebody squealed to the press

about Marc.

No way! I'll introduce my son

to my public myself!

Put the kids

on the plane for Paris.

I'll set up a photo session.

The phone weeps

When she doesn't come

When I shout, "I love you"

Revealed:

Cloclo's Second Son.

Feel relieved?

It's better this way.

He couldn't remain hidden

much longer.

You turned the situation

to your advantage again.

Don't you ever tire of it?

- Why?

- You control everything,

everyone, all the time.

When will your system end?

In short, you risk bankruptcy.

You have 9,725,394 francs

in liabilities.

A billion, is that all?

That's little league stuff.

You wanted my men to do an audit.

There's your audit.

And I didn't include your tax debt.

Lay off 25% of your staff.

Keep what pays:

Podium,

the records, the press,

and dump the rest.

The model agency, too.

Not that!

You can't take away

my chick-catcher!

I'll concentrate on what I do best:

My art.

And target the Anglo market.

You handle the rest.

I cut the bullshit.

As for personal expenses...

- What now?

- I keep your credit cards.

I'll give you pocket money.

You're a pain!

Your new girlfriend is a dish.

Yes, she calms me down.

- She's not complicated.

- Contented, then?

What's that?

What's this music?

Disco.

It's funk

to a double-fast heartbeat.

Want a tape?

Yes, please.

London, 2 months later.

Sh*t, guys,

you're brilliant!

Who does the lyrics?

Roda-Gil.

They'll stop saying I'm dumb.

Roda-Gil?

How'd you do it?

He says if his kids buy your records

he sends 'em to a shrink!

Boubou pesters him, I woo him.

Gifts, cigars, perfume for his wife.

Restaurant invitations.

It's all very nice,

but I feel he won't write for me.

He walks me back to the car,

and me, the teen idol,

I look the leftwing intellectual

in the eye,

and I say:

"Keep writing masterpieces

for wealthy bobby-soxers,

"I'll keep singing crap

for the poor."

Then I split!

The next day... He calls me.

I can't do anything about it

I no longer know what to do

Tell her I'm the same as her

I still like songs

That speak of love and swallows

Of sorrow and wind and shivers

Tell her I think of her

When I hear about magnolias

When I hear new music

That sounds like a battlefield

That sounds good,

even if

I don't get all the meaning.

It must be very clever.

Take it again.

Enough chestnuts?

We have to talk about

the unpaid bills.

Later, if you don't mind.

They'll cut off the electricity.

Lay off, Josette.

You'll get your money.

I'm signing with a new label.

They'll pay me a huge advance.

So lay off with your stupid bills.

Don't talk to me like that.

I'm not your maid.

Sorry, Jojo.

- Here, Coco.

- Thanks, Santa.

Here, Jojo.

Again, I'm sorry.

And Mama.

I think you'll like it.

This is so cool!

- Thanks.

- Santa delivers, doesn't he?

Mama.

Ladies.

Next year, for your 40th,

let's throw a big bash here.

Are you nuts?

The week of my 40th,

I'll hide at the Mill,

unplug the phone

and cry for a week.

Not even a little surprise?

No way!

You know I hate surprises, Mama.

But I've got a surprise for you:

This new year will be a big one.

In two weeks

I sing at Royal Albert Hall

in London.

England is the springboard

for America.

Disco's all the rage there.

But that's not all.

At Easter,

I'm taking a vacation.

We all are.

All together!

Back to roots...

I'm taking you to Egypt.

My God, Egypt!

Egypt, yes, Mama.

To Egypt!

And Christmas, of course.

Royal Albert Hall, January 11, 1978

"Comme d'habitude"

All day long

I'll play along

I'll play pretend

I'll smile

I'll even laugh

At last, I'll live

Are you really going to America?

It's good to start over.

So you're going to abandon us?

Maybe you'll abandon me.

What'd you choose for tomorrow?

Gray slacks and blue sweater.

Great.

Get home safely.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

March 11, 1978.

It's already 20 to.

They expect you at 2 p.m.

It's okay.

I know Drucker.

He's so afraid I'll be late

he adds an extra hour.

How many will you be?

About 15.

Did you get an extra waiter?

What do you take me for?

Don't forget

to turn on the sauna.

Put Josette on.

She's not here yet.

I'll call her back, then.

Mama?

You should get some sun.

This weather...

is delightful.

Get your skin ready for Egypt.

Kathalyn sends love.

Ciao, Kathalyn. Love ya.

- I'll let you go.

- See you later.

Big hugs. See you tonight.

Give me 10 minutes.

- Come on, Claude.

- Shower time.

Yes, Remi.

He'll be on the set

in 30 minutes.

Okay.

- What?

- Rehearsal at 3 p.m. Taping at 7.

No time to go home in between.

Who was that?

A wrong number.

Want me to do it?

We can't tell her.

Not like this.

I can't face it...

I can't face it.

Hi, Jojo.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

The weekend's off, Mama.

Claude had an accident.

Oh, my God! Serious?

It'll be all right.

We'd better go to Paris.

It'll be all right.

Come on. We have to go.

Chouffa?

Paul?

What're you doing here?

Did you see Claude?

What's going on, Paul?

How is he?

They won't let me see him.

They won't tell me anything.

Don't tell me it's over, Paul.

Let us in,

I'm begging you.

Veils on the girls

Boats on the Nile

I'm in your life

I'm in your arms

Alexandra, Alexandria

Alexandria,

Where love dances with the night

I have more appetite

Than a barracuda

I'll swallow the entire Nile

If you don't hold me back!

I'll swallow the entire Nile

If you don't hold me back!

Alexandria, where you make love

Dancing in the sheets

Tonight, I'm burning hot

And you're ice cold

The mermaids...

Of the port of Alexandria

Still sing...

The same melody

The beacon lights of Alexandria

Drown the butterflies of my youth

Claude Francois sold 67 million records.

My Way, the adaptation of Comme d'habitude,

is the most famous song in the world.

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