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The most beautiful thing

I ever heard.

Carl says you're a future star.

Star's a big word.

I'll be recording soon.

Maybe with Iggy Pop.

I can't believe

I'm with a future star!

I have to tweet this!

Stop it, Gilbert, it's too soon.

Come on...

Enjoy the atmosphere.

- Where's the bathroom?

- I'll show you.

- I'll take him.

- No, it's ok.

You tweet everything?

Yeah.

A guy even wants

to publish my tweets.

Really?

Who?

Romuald from Big Brother 3.

Not bad...

I'm really not that kind of girl.

It's ok, we had a great evening.

I've made breakfast.

Why are you smiling?

I'm just not used to a man

taking the initiative.

You're my youngest ever.

Really?

How old usually?

4O to 45.

Cougars.

I don't know why.

Maybe because

they're not after commitment.

But I've found a real gem.

Not eating with me?

Time for work.

Let's do this again soon.

We can go now you're here.

Go where?

The music video shoot.

Where's Gilbert?

Already there, on drums.

On drums?

He offered to help out.

He did?

From the top. Music.

I love you

I L-O-V-E

Y-O-U

You love me

Y-O-U L-O-V-E M-E

We love each other

Let's make war, a war of kisses

Let's make war, a war of kisses

What's he doing?

What is this sh*t?

Where's my song?

What's up?

You've murdered my song!

You can't do this.

What if Iggy Pop hears it?

Iggy Pop? Sure. Know what?

Mick Jagger wants to do a duet!

Hold on.

Lady Gaga's trying to reach you!

Wake up, pal.

There's no Iggy Pop, no album.

You should be happy

you're writing for Mimi.

Give me back my song!

Give it back!

He bit me!

I'm keeping the song

but get rid of him. And him!

I let you listen to it.

Didn't you run it by him?

I'll deal with Thomas.

I'll sort things out.

We'll party at the villa tonight.

Forget about it.

You swore

they wouldn't change it.

Why won't you trust them?

They know their stuff.

It'll be a hit.

Look what you get out of it.

The villa, the pool, the chicks...

That's why you talked me into it?

Screw all that!

I've lost everything, Gilbert!

I've nothing left.

No job, no apartment, no Lola!

Lola came back once,

she'll come back again.

Lola came back once?

She stopped by at the apartment.

I forgot to tell you.

She came back? What did she want?

She wanted me to call you

to talk some sense into you.

Why didn't you call me?

You were at my place!

You screwed up.

Look around you!

I made your dream come true.

My dream? Sh*t, Gilbert,

I don't want to end up like you.

This villa...

This pool...

None of it is ours.

...not ours.

These guys are here

because they need us!

The chicks don't realize

you're broke!

This is one big sham.

Since meeting you, I've lost it all.

You too.

You only care about yourself.

Suzanne never finishes her sentences

because you don't listen.

I hope you'll see that one day.

I want you to go.

A lot including a Yahour mask

and a statue of a Bahoul princess

from Cte d'lvoire.

Starting price:
8,000 euros.

9,000... 10,000...

12,000, madam. 13,000..

You're buying everything, Claude.

I have to take part.

And it's for a good cause.

16,000... 17,000...

Sold for 17,000 euros.

Thank you

to the generous gentleman again.

Now some items

that have been donated...

We have 26 bottles

of Chteau Margaux 2000

and a Pearl Masters drum kit

with Zildjian K Custom cymbals

and a fairly unusual studio apartment

in the 18th district of Paris.

The donator has sent us a note

that I'll read to you now.

"I don't need all this.

"I just need you."

Beautiful declaration to Africa.

Let's thank this anonymous gentleman

and start bidding

on today's biggest lot.

We'll open at 220,000 euros.

Buy what you like but not the drums.

Why not?

My generosity has no limits.

Not the drums, I said!

Suzanne...

I screwed up.

I'm over girls, Marrakech...

drums...

I want to be old again.

My beautiful Suzanne!

- Why's he here?

- Stop it.

Why did that uptight tofu-shitter

call you that?

How dare you!

I'll reset your teeth,

then see howl dare!

Stop it!

On your own head be it.

Enough is enough.

You've been warned.

The jerk's got me in a judo hold!

Just stop it!

He's full of hot air.

I never made you stop drumming.

Your work got in the way.

I've been a selfish bastard.

I didn't listen to you.

You never ended...

a sentence.

'Cause I wasn't listening.

You'll listen to me now?

Yes!

I love listening to you

talking about famine,

drought, dying children.

It makes me so happy.

I'm now going to deal my final blow.

Go ahead, D'Artagnan.

You can drop the act now, Claude.

I've won this duel hands down.

Now it's him or me.

Make your choice.

I made my choice. Years ago.

He messed you up.

He'll get wasted on green tea.

I see you've grown up.

I'm dropping the bullshit.

Not the drumming.

I want you to go back to it.

Replaced by another

Another better than me

Why did you do it

With another better than me?

Let's thank Thomas

for that musical interlude!

And now Jean-Marie

with a few words for his granddad.

Jean-Marie, over to you!

Hi.

You started out as a janitor in Paris

before making a fortune

in real estate in '42.

That was Grandpa Marcel!

Then when, on a whim,

you moved the family to South America

for 20 years.

That was Grandpa Marcel too!

How's it going?

You play for your parents

or you like it?

Yes.

What? You like it?

Yes.

Got a sweetheart?

Yes.

Here's some advice:

If ever you have to choose

between your sweetheart and music,

choose your sweetheart.

Yes.

Is "yes" all you can say?

Go on, say "no".

No.

Let yourself go a bit.

Say "f***ing hell".

F***ing hell.

There you go.

Thank you.

Or, as they say

in that language you cherish:

You ought to come here.

He may do something stupid.

You won't do it.

Can't he get off my back?

I'm doing it.

I know you won't. Cut the crap.

You want to screw up my suicide too?

You want to screw up... boo-hoe

Thomas, grow up!

You're giving me this sh*t now?

Listen, I'm here

because thanks to you,

thanks to your words,

I've landed me a woman.

Ok, she's not that young

but she's the best I can hope for

at my age.

- What are you talking about?

- Suzanne.

I've gone back to Suzanne.

One of us lucked out.

I have nothing

so may I kill myself?

A teenager's classic cry for help.

Sh*t, I'm not a teenager!

Look at me.

I'm really doing it.

Instead of facing responsibilities,

you'd rather jump off a building.

That's really mature of you.

Well done.

The Prince of Burkina Faso

is giving me lessons?

Just what are you trying to prove?

You want Lola to feel guilty?

Or me?

It's working. I feel guilty.

Don't make me cry.

You're out of your mind!

You're better already.

Stay with us

until you get yourself straight.

You're totally wacko.

Go home to mommy, you whore!

Wait here a minute.

Are you ok?

You know, in times like this

people write great songs.

Lola

Sometimes you brush your dream

with your fingertips

Sometimes it's so close

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