I think I presumed my strength.
I saw myself too big. And I lose a lot of money.
Really?
It's simple, I am ruined.
- Wait. - What are you talking about?
I might be better to stop everything.
I have heard you speak like that.
We will see.
- Hey, it's going to go. - I'm sure.
- See you soon, my sister. - I will remind you.
All right.
(in Armenian)
I am the eye and you, the light, without light, the eye is at night.
Me, the fish, you,
the river, without
water, the fish survives.
But plunged into clear water, He finds life.
If you and I are disunited, This very hour is my last.
I'm going to bring you back and drink!
Come, Aïda. They started.
Mischa...
Mischa, what are you going to give them to eat?
You emptied our reserves last week, I remember.
Already that you invite one in two customers!
It's not customers, It's friends.
And they are like us. It's artists, my darling.
Come dance...
You know what I always say.
Look where we come from and where we are today!
But yes, mom! Come on, come dance.
- What are you doing here? - Don't listen to us.
Come on, come on, come on, go!
Manouch, where are we?
I have two or three ideas.
- Mmm. - But I still hesitate.
Mischa,
These prospectuses are expensive. Are you sure you want to order it?
Obviously, I'm sure.
It is important to advertise.
- Manouch, what do you offer? - So...
"At Aznavourian, everything is big".
- We can find better. - Better!
"At Aznavourian...
"We eat well".
- And rhyme, andouille? - You, Andouille.
Not easy, rhyme, With "Aznavourian".
Otherwise, I may have an idea.
- At Aznavour, we run there. - At Aznavour, we run there. Hold on.
- Good morning. At Aznavour, we run there. - Come to our restaurant.
Hello Sir. Come to our restaurant.
- Hello Mrs. - At Aznavour, we run there.
- Hi, Charles! - Hi, hi!
- Hey, hi, Charles! - Hi. How are you?
- I had warned you. - Come, children. Here we go!
- What are we going to eat? - I'll go shopping.
What are you going to pay?
Don't worry.
Did you sell your gold tooth?
You have to eat well, right?
Do you think it's going to go, mom?
If God wills.
Children...
Come see our new coffee, Our new house.
I know what you think.
I know.
It's true that it's small here.
But we're not going to stay long.
All right?
And we are together...
As long as we are with the family, Nothing can happen to us.
Happy Birthday - Happy Birthday...
Stop. It will be enough for me.
Monday morning at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées, 9 a.
- M. - You tell your parents.
- Yes. - (-Congratulations.)
Is there a little boy who knows how to take the African accent?
Is it paid, sir?
- Who said that? - It's me.
- It could be. - Do you know how to take the accent?
(African accent) - Of course! Hello Sir.
- Monday at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées. - All right.
9 a.m.
Thanks.
Hey, you, there.
Do you do Arthur?
- Yes, it's me. - Are you ready?
- Yes. - That's it, it's good.
I tell you "shit".
- "Shit"? - It brings happiness.
Is that your first time on stage?
- Yes. - Come on, come.
It's going to be yours.
Thanks. Come.
Don't forget,
You stand the right and you speak hard.
All right.
Come on.
Oh, are you there?
(African accent) - I am here. I arrived.
Please welcome our next issue:
Charles Trenet!
We applaud him very much.
Henriette, are you going to let me
do anything other than imitate Trenet?
- I can sing real songs. - What do you want to sing?
Great classics, Love songs...
To sing love, you have to be beautiful.
Your voice is completely broken.
Glad to do what you can do.
People are there to have fun.
- Only, me... - Stop get bored!
Love songs... Anything.
- Hi, melinée. - Hi, Charles.
- Is Manouch there? - He's waiting for you to fight chess.
We're going to see.
Mom.
- I found bread and rutabagas. - That's good.
(We're going to have to share dinner. (And you...)
I know, We're going to have to sleep on the ground.
There are people. There are even French people.
- French? - Jews. Manouch will explain to you.
- It's incredible, that. It's what? - It's your sister.
Next week, I will be everywhere in the metro.
- It's that you're beautiful, in addition. - I had never noticed.
- "Aznamour?" - According to the director, it's more glamorous.
Not very flattered, but I am the only one not undressing.
I was not going to be fine.
- I'm proud of you. - Thanks.
Gentlemen.
This is my son.
I present to you Charles. The Rozenbaum family.
- They will sleep here a few days. - All right.
They had to leave us alone.
Since this morning, They win
everyone, helped by French police.
- Ah good? - Yes.
Well played, Mr. Manouchian.
Thanks.
The two Russians and the Armenian work for the German army.
Force. They have just deserted.
They were found for clothes, but
we have to help them disappear.
A bit like your crazy, Charles.
- Are you going to get rid of uniforms? - Yes.
And you change neighborhood.
- You don't throw them in the same place. - All right.
Say, You know beautiful people, you.
Thanks to my poster.
They saw her. The name arrested them.
They came to see me at the concert. It sounds.
"It is important, advertising."
Yes.
Ah, hi, aïda! Welcome.
Hi. Charles, I present to you Jean-Louis Marquet.
Good morning.
I'm going to present the song club to you.
- Your sister told me a lot about you. - She's nice.
Our authors, Francis Blanche and Lawrence Riesner.
Welcome.
- Hi. Are you okay, Aïda? - Yes.
Pierre Saka, singer too.
- Little laughter - Good morning.
Behind the scores, our president.
It's Pierre Roche.
Rock?
Oh, hello.
Charles. Delighted.
Oh, I am delighted.
For me, it will be an
Osso Bucco and the butter
cake with its coulis, please.
What about you?
I'm not very hungry, thank you.
- It's true, don't you want anything? - Take something.
Just a coffee for me.
Good...
Is the apartment to you?
Yes, finally to my parents.
They are never there. They live in the provinces.
And you then, do you sing and do you play the theater?
Numbers in cabarets and I sell newspapers.
- You are courageous, Aïda and you. - Not really the choice.
I take everything that can bring me money.
Yes, I understand.
Do you help me work the singers?
My pleasure.
I can work my song. I have veiled voice.
It's interesting, a veiled voice.
Lots of American jazz singers have one.
- I sing my nose. - Ah yes bah...
At the same time, with this nose, Charles!
- Little laughter - Ah OK!
Attacked by a young man who has more baldness than my father.
Lots of humor, I see.
That's good.
Let's move on to serious things.
Have you seen the girls behind you?
Three brunettes. The prettiest is the one who carries the scarf.
Observer, with that. I really like.
Admire a little.
Mesdemoiselles, excuse my audacity.
I present to us:
Charles Aznavour, Pierre Roche,
- Parisian dandys to serve you. - Yes, and?
I give a concert in a few days.
I would be delighted to invite you. Finally...
We would be delighted that you are there.
And you will see that I don't only play pipeau.
You welcome people, you smile.
- She already smiles well. - Hi, Pierre.
- Hi, children. - How are you?
No, we have no news from Pierre Saka.
- Would he have been called? - Ah, shit.
- I'm going to sing alone. - I can't go on all the song.
Could you sing one more song?
No, but don't bother.
- I can sing you two or three songs. - Well...
Yes, why not.
Are you sure, Pierre?
You will pass between Aïda and me.
Come on, hop hop hop!
Get back behind your microphone.
And now, We will welcome Pierre
Roche and Charles Aznavour!
- She calls us at the same time. - What a gourd!
Come on, Pierre!
Let's go. She announced to us.
- Together? - Yes, we just have to do like at the club.
- I know the songs. - Pierre Roche...
- Well, come on. - And Charles Aznavour!
- Ah! - Pierre Roche!
A guy who has a club in Lille invites you to come.
It's very small. It would be paid 50 francs, but hey...
- It's going to be complicated to go. - There are almost more trains.
50 francs... everyone?
Mmm.
For 50 francs, We will find a solution.
It is a slightly stripper dancer club.
You're right, We will find a solution.
You will need
songs to you. Ah yes!
We are not going to do only times.
Here we have the best authors in Paris.
Would you have things to offer us?
We have two or three songs of success, yes.
But we have planned to offer them to better known singers.
Finally, which are already turning.
But the spirit of the song club, It's precisely...
It doesn't matter.
We will do it ourselves.
It must not be very complicated to write two verses and a chorus.
Look at the desk.
There are pens too.
I can no longer have all their "lalalalala".
"I walk in the street, Lalalalala",
"And look at heaven, Lalalalala"...
You have to put words instead.
I thought of something.
Continue that.
He wore
a taupe felt
A taupe felt?
Yes.
I was in your neighborhood
and on the window of a hat, I see "taupe felt".
The guy explained to me that it was in taupe skin.
With war, even the bourgeois are doing in the resourceful.
- A taupe felt? I really like. - It's true?
Yes.
I would like to rhyme it with "onomatopoeia".
I could scatter like a jazzman.
Ah! You tell me.
Are we trying together?
He was wearing a mole felt
He spoke by onomatopoeias
He was drinking coffees struck
With straws
- But it works! - Mmm.
But I find it sensible.
Boh, had you already written before?
No.
- I don't believe you. - I swear not.
What is crazy is that...
It doesn't even seem difficult to me.
Now ladies and gentlemen, I leave you with Miss Viviane.
Did you spot them, both there? The mother and daughter.
I'll go see them.
You join us. You speak with the mother and I, with the girl.
But who is the mother, Who is the girl?
What do you know? I will make them my special.
Like the last time, At the small club of...
Charles?
- Good evening. - I watched you since the stage.
- You illuminate the whole room. - Thanks.
- Do you say that every time? - No.
- Do you allow? - You are welcome.
Good evening, ladies.
I have been looking at you from the stage.
You illuminate the whole room.
All right.
- And liar, with that. - Only for special occasions.
- Is it me, the opportunity? - Is that supposed to please me?
No, I'm the great opportunity.
It's up to me to judge, If you allow me.
So?
What is the verdict?
So...
laborious beginnings, But interesting distributed.
- Oh... - Hopes are allowed for the future.
It is on the rest that I am the best.
Ah OK.
Mmm?
So what?
No possible follow -up?
I will try to illuminate the scene.
Ah good?
Mmm Mmm.
- You had it very young. - I thought it was your sister.
- Where are you going, my son? - In Lille.
We are going to do a concert.
I write songs now.
- Songs? - Mmm.
That's good.
Do you know what is the best song?
"There is joy".
There is joy
The swallows, there is joy
- No one can do better. - You make me laugh.
Come on.
- See you soon, dad. - Good luck.
- Are you Jewish? - Ah no, not at all.
Lower your pants.
Hurry up!
And never more
Go ahead.
We cannot keep constantly
His youth
Before smiling, We leave childhood
Before knowing, Youth runs away
It seems so short that we are all surprised
That before understanding, We leave existence
When we hold
In his hands This wealth
Be twenty
Tomorrows full of promises
When love over us leans To offer us its white nights
When we see
Far ahead of you
Laugh life
Embroidered with hope
rich in joy
And madly
You have to drink to drunkenness
His youth
Because all the moments Of our twenty years
We are counted
And never more Lost time
Does not face us
He passes
They had the Manouchian network.
Apparently, they have already shot them.
I have to go.
Yes yes.
Quick, fast!
We can no longer stay here, It's dangerous.
The Germans will find us.
Let's go to the hotel opposite.
Quickly! We are going to hide at the hotel.
Come on, fast!
Hurry up.
Aznavourian, first floor!
We go up, fast!
- Sir! - Micheline?
- It's over! - What?
- We are free! - I'm coming.
- Go down! - How are you?
- Yes, it's okay! - The Americans are there.
We are free!
Come, go down!
Go down!
Come!
Micheline!
- I'm so happy to see you. - Me too.
- Are we free? - Yes.
Long live freedom!
- Charles? - He sighs.
It was great. Thank you so much.
Can you laugh about it?
- I can't wait to have our house. - Charles, are you there?
- Ah, you are there too, Micheline. - Yes.
Are you okay, Charles?
- Yes. - You look tense.
No.
Are you hungry?
Yes. Uh, no.
I'm going to cook.
It will roll.
If we have 1,000 francs, it's great.
- Let me do it. Say nothing. - You will do everything to the top.
- Shut up and mouse. - Oh, artists!
We go on three evenings, huh?
I can offer you... 1500.
Well no. No.
We are 3,000.
3,000?
Each?
Of course.
Per night?
Mmm.
Wait, the guys, 18,000 francs!
Well, that's it. It is...
This is what we usually take.
Well, it's not given.
But hey... here's a little advance.
For the moment, there are only 1,000.
We will prepare your
contracts for you, and
- then we sign - tomorrow. - Thanks.
Wait.
- We're going to drink, my friend. - We're going to party.
This evening, The best restaurant in Paris.
- Willingly. - Better yet: all this week - We have the best restaurants.
Tutututut.
Wait, tonight, we have fun.
But the rest, we will invest it.
- We will print our posters. - But no.
For once we have a little aside, You have to take advantage.
- But we're going to enjoy. - But later, even better.
In the meantime, you have to make yourself known.
It is important, advertising.
Welcome to all to Paris Radio
Diffusion, Musical and live program.
- You see who is there? - Charles Trenet.
And Edith Piaf.
And Edith Piaf!
Roche and Aznavour, With "Express departure"!
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, congratulations. I really liked it.
Coming from you, M. Trenet, It is an honor.
You know Raoul Breton, Large publisher of Paris?
- Of course. - We can't
You miss, you have posters everywhere. I’m interested.
Come see me next week.
With pleasure, thank you. Monday morning?
Ah... yes, Monday morning, - that's good.
See you soon, Édith.
See you next time.
- It was an honor to receive you. - Come, come see.
- Me? - Well yes, you.
It was good. It moves a little compared to others.
- Thank you so much. - What are you doing tonight?
There will be friends at home. Do you want to come?
Yes. My pleasure.
My partner too?
- The partner? - Ah well, bring it too.
- See you later. - See you later.
- V'aclons, them. - They ended up finding.
The little one sung. Then he writes, in addition.
Give them to drink them. Then feel me, don't lose my hand.
Edith, slowly anyway.
Oh, it's okay, darling.
He is afraid that I will turn pocketron. He hides me - the bottles.
Do you write music?
Words, above all.
And pretty good, even.
His way of writing is interesting. Not like the others.
His voice is not bad.
A little broken. It looks like an American.
- Are you Jewish, you? - No, Armenian.
- What is this? - Ouh there.
- Too long to explain. - So don't look.
Why black? In mourning?
No. When it's dirty, It can be seen less.
It is, Is your shirt disgusting?
It could be, yes.
It is very good.
He even wears dirty liquettes.
Are you like me, are you coming from the street?
- Have you sang in the street? - And how!
Oh, there, you start to please me.
I had bought a bicycle to go to the Musette ball.
- Ah yeah? - Have you ever been at the little balcony?
Of course. I prefer the ball at Jo.
Do you cure 3 times?
I want, yes.
In the place, upside down?
Obviously.
- Upside down? - Yes.
Well, my bastard, we're going to see that.
Here, Michel, Henri, Roll the carpet.
Marguerite, on the piano. Play a waltz.
We're going to see if Mr. Aznavour
knows how to dance the waltz upside down.
Help me get up.
So...
And... one, two, three.
- It's a real one. - I return the compliment to you, madam.
Call me Edith.
Okay, edith.
I go on tour with the companions of the song.
I give you your chance.
You will get my curtain rising.
- After the intermission, you will announce me. - Oh bah, thank you.
But if I can dare
We will be paid, or ...?
I offer you to go on tour and how much do you ask?
It's true, that. Pardon.
I have a family to feed and I plan to get married.
At your age and in this profession, We are single.
I am married, me?
Alright.
Train for Roubaix, The day after tomorrow, at 8:20 am.
Be on time. Do not take the train on the march.
Thank you, edith.
Hey!
No!
Shit!
Pierre will kill me.
Let me go, sapristi!
- Excuse me. - You too?
- But no? - Look at.
- Divine kindness! - They laugh.
Oh!
We are Guignols.
We laugh, we laugh, But we just spoiled everything.
Well, I'm going to go back to bed.
- A pretty blonde is waiting for me in my bed. - No.
We're not going to stay like that.
We go to the bus station.
Destroyed bridges, Trains put lead.
We can arrive at the same time as she.
- Here we go. - Come on, Alonso.
Edith!
Oh! Well, are you there?
We didn't take the train on the march.
And they do clever, in addition.
I can't wait to see what it will give, with zigotos.
- See you tonight. - See you tonight.
- We play at 8 a.m. Be there at 7 a.m. - We will be there.
We will be there.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
One name. And in this name, the whole song.
Edith Piaf.
Thanks.
By Michel Emer, "the accordionist".
They laugh.
Ah, by the way, we will shorten the tour.
I had a proposal for New York.
New York? The dream!
When do we leave?
I leave next Tuesday.
You, Beh... when you can pay your ticket.
Stop!
- I have to buy him clothes. - Everything is too small.
We have to move. The Nazis returned.
Mmm Mmm.
- Seda, she is the daughter of Roche. - Mmm Mmm.
Mmm.
Charles? You don't listen to me.
- Ah sorry, excuse me. - I was thinking.
- Tell me. - When are you with us?
You have been on tour for months. You have barely seen your daughter.
I was happy that it ends.
I thought you were happy to come back.
I'm happy to go back and see you, finally!
I have the right to regret that the tour is over.
I waited for this all my life.
I do this for us, So that we are safe.
If my own wife does not understand that, What do I do?
- I put my career aside for Seda. - Oh, no!
No.
I never asked you.
You could continue. My parents would have taken care of it.
She needs parents.
- What would you fuck in New York? - I'm going to do my job there!
If I have to neglect everything
around to get there, I will do it.
You're constantly complaining!
- Never happy. - The world upside down!
It is you who are never satisfied.
If at least you were happy with us... Even present, you are absent.
You're in your thoughts, your songs.
You get bored with us, Charles.
- Isn't that serious? - For what? Are you happy there?
Are you happy with what we have been doing since?
Do you imagine the small American -hung Americans?
- How to do tickets? - My parents cut my food.
- And you have a woman and a girl. - Trust me.
So my children,
that's it.
It's the big day.
I am very proud that you joined the house Raoul Breton.
I'm already talking about you to everyone.
I have signed incredible songwriters.
We're going to write for all the big singers.
- Have you read the contract? - YES.
- Have you seen the advance? - Yes, thank you.
Precisely, too, We got ahead.
We have already written a lot of songs.
And with regard to the deposit,
We would need a little more because...
We would like to tell you about a project.
But dad, You put too much in it.
- How are you, my son? - Let me help you.
- Did you go to fleas like that? - It'll be OK.
- You're going to break your back. - Oh... Usually, he's heavy.
Are you okay?
How are you. Precisely, with Pierre, We go to America.
America?
- We're going to join Piaf in New York. - New York?
You remember, when you were little, We wanted to live there.
But we are good here.
- No! What are you doing? - Take that.
- No, keep it! - I have what I need.
- It's your money. - I'll find work.
- You're going to need it over there. - It'll be OK.
All right?
It's amazing to be here.
The country where everything is possible, Mr. Roche.
There will be beautiful things here.
America,
to us!
You don't have a visa?
Ouille.
I think we can't go back. You need a visa.
- How do you think? - Don't you speak English fluently?
- English, yes. - But there, it's American.
We are talking about the administration of the territories.
It is a very technical language, So let me do it.
Uh...
so...
What... what are we...
So what?
- Do you know Edith Piaf? - Immigration.
The kid!
Following!
The Môme.
Where do they take us?
What are we doing there, brothel?
- How long will we stay? - I don't know.
Should find leaves and pen.
That we take the opportunity to write.
What are you talking about?
Well done, Charles.
What?
Your idea of ​​joining Piaf without warning anyone. Thanks.
You're funny, you.
It was you who took the plane tickets.
Didn't they tell you anything for the visa?
Yes, but I preferred the prison. We are good.
Well no, they told me nothing!
Okay, we have to phone.
- Who? - I don't know. To our parents,
I don't know. We can't stay there.
You will catch diseases.
I shouldn't have listened to you. We can't pay ourselves
The return. You gave everything to your family.
I already explained to you, Pierre.
I'm sorry.
Good,
Let's see if there are young ladies.
Mr. Charles Aznavourian and Mr. Pierre ROCHE.
Himself.
Interview in English.
Have you come here to kill the president?
No, no.
- We don't even know who it is. - Two musicians.
What do you sing?
Our own songs, but also translated American standards.
What songs?
Oh! I understood that.
For example. (-Wholes, that's good.)
For example...
"Look to the Rainbow".
Sing her.
Three, four...
- Look... - Look...
Look to the Rainbow
Look, look...
Look at the rainbow
Follow the fellow who follows a dream
Am your friend who continues his dream
- Hat. - Hat, you.
ADMITTED
- What are you doing? - We find you.
Bet held.
Couillons, do you think I have time?
Thank you ... Truc.
Pierre scrapes his throat.
Good...
What are we going to do with you, My two zozos?
I was told you needed sorrel.
We will find you. I will not let you down.
- I have an idea, but not in New York. - Where are we going to go?
In Montreal.
We will find tickets to you.
Cover yourself. It curdles there.
You will be welcomed by Gustave Longtin.
I'll call him. He can refuse me.
It has a very good place, The Latin
district, which already has its customers.
Obliged that it works there.
You will have the French and Quebecers love the French.
With your frenchies and
rhythmic songs, they will love you.
He will find you a contract, An apartment...
I will tell him to say that you are my protégés and that
you have a crazy success in Paris. They will not check.
You will have Quebecers at your feet.
Then you won't be in my legs.
Here, guys. It is very deserved.
3500.
There, Edmond, sorry, But we can't play here.
Pardon?
How to play on a scene like that?
If you can call it a scene.
- It's not the scene that attracts the world. - He's the singer.
Let me, I learned my job from Edith Piaf.
- She would never have set foot here. - Ah...
OK.
What would we do?
Work.
Lots of work.
- It's not a problem. - You should think.
I would like to talk to my colleague.
So do that.
There is nothing to think, We're not going to come here.
It's too small, ugly, dirty. It stinks.
We are very good in the Latin district.
Then you know who is it? Do you want to work for a mafia?
A mafia, well good...
- Then what does it change? - I double your salary.
Trust me.
You have to review the decoration. It looks like an old Dancing.
Ring up the walls, change the floor...
Are the curtains not correct either?
- No, I like it. - Oh yes?
- I really like color. - We will have to go back.
We will install behind the scenes in the bottom.
If we do that, it will become too small for the scene.
Just extend it.
And above all... He hits his foot.
Raising it.
It is investment.
- Believe me, you will not regret it. - Yes.
- We're going to go. - Yes.
I'm counting on you. Come on.
Ladies, gentlemen, good evening.
Thank you all for coming for the reopening of the golden pheasant.
To celebrate, welcome the
French duo that everyone
talks about: Roche and Aznavour.
Good evening, Montreal.
This is a song that will certainly warm your heart.
Three, four...
Good morning, Charles.
- How are you? - Yes and you?
- Is it awake, the bird? - Not for a long time. I save myself.
To sometimes.
What are you doing?
- Charles? - Damn, then!
- Your front is not going into the context. - You're cow. You're beautiful, you.
New costume.
Tell me, Jocelyne, there...
I have never crossed the same
girl so much. One month is a record.
It is true that I like it.
- And where was you? - With Mariflore, La Grande Rousse.
Oh yes.
I went around. I'm fed up with small admirers.
I see myself landing with Jocelyne and building something.
And then there, we have the ideal life.
We finally have everything you need.
What?
"I see myself landing with Jocelyne."
"Build something." Are we talking about Pierre Roche?
Hey oh.
Laughs. You can't understand.
You too, one day, will want to have a woman and a child.
It's a low blow, that.
But finally, Charles...
You're right.
I have to stop lying to myself.
And to lie to him too.
Since we are here, I tell myself that as
soon as it works, I bring her with my daughter.
But I only repel the deadline.
- Hey. - It's nice to accompany us.
I would not have let you go to the airport by taxi.
How long do you come back?
Three weeks, maybe a month.
Ah, the bride and groom!
- Wow! - Thanks.
Not silly. Over there, You say to yourself yes, then you come back.
Everyone in the tank, We're going to be late.
- Charles! - Ah!
Dear!
- Dad. - My son.
I'm happy.
And you, my Poupoune, huh?
Make a patchik dad. Make a patchik.
Kiss Small tender laughs
you learned to dress.
- That's it, are you starting? - Well yes.
Are you going to come back to live here?
I don't know, we're right there.
Aïda, you could sing there. Quebecers will love you.
I told you it was bullshit.
We are so shifted.
Between her here and success in Montreal...
How? Success? What success?
It works rather strong.
And that is enough for you, to have your little success in a cabaret at the end of the world?
Do you think about it? Oh!
Frankly, my little genius stupid, you
have talent, But you can't lead a career.
Listen to your big sister. This is what you are going to do.
For success, You have to have a nice mouth.
If you want to sing love, it's time to have your pif redo.
I know a specialist. He does miracles.
I offer you the operation.
You will take your best writing and write three letters.
The first, you will send it to the golden
pheasant to tell them that you come back more.
This job is happening in Paris.
Edmond will kill us, he is waiting for us.
- Why are you entering Montreal? - There are four poor places.
A French artist must first be successful in France.
It happens in Paris.
You have to sing your songs in front of the French public.
Cursed French.
After,
You're going to write to the little one to leave her.
You're no longer in love.
Since when can we succeed by being married?
The 3rd letter, you're going to write it
To prevent your little stone friend
That it's over, you're staying here.
- Pierre has just married. - He will never want to stay in Paris.
Very well, you don't need him.
A man, a real one,
has a solo career.
- you understand what that means? - Yes.
But I am ready to restart to zero, to work twice as much.
I'm talking about me there!
For once, Can we not talk about you?
From your desires, your ambitions?
You wrote to Edmond without warning.
- Do you really think he's going to keep me? - Sorry,
but I returned the question in all directions.
I don't want to.
I must not force myself.
Obviously I thought of you.
It's hard to imagine the rest without you. Only, you are married.
Your life is there.
It changes the situation.
I just know that I want to write.
And to write my songs, I need Paris streams.
But you see, you again!
Your career, your songs!
You were often right, But there, I think you're wrong.
We have everything we want in Montreal.
No, maybe not you, Because the gentleman is never satisfied.
But your ambitions will end up making you lose.
Me, your wife, your daughter, everything!
This is thanks to that that you have
a big apartment and found your wife.
So yes, I have ambitions.
Yes, we don't have the same.
Should I apologize for that?
Rock...
And the suitcase, Are I going to wear it?
Sorry, Edith.
I'm sorry, I can't come with you to Bordeaux.
Latin paradise offers to play. It is a beautiful contract.
Do you prefer Latin paradise to make my curtain rising?
- But no, that's not at all... - I'm kidding.
Go sing with your dancing null ass. It will make one time less.
Huh, my little genius con?
- What do you know? - No.
The more I look at you, The more I prefer your old pif.
Oh yes?
No.
Oh...
It's my song, that.
It was I who wrote to him.
- Ah good? - Mmm.
Why didn't you offer it to me?
If, precisely, I offered it to you.
And what did I say?
That she had nothing and that I could fuck her where I think.
- I said that, me? - Yes.
- It's weird, it's not my type. - They laugh.
- Are you finished, Joséphine? - Yes.
- Hi, Charles. - Hi, Françoise.
I'm in a car. Are we drinking a drink?
Since when do you have a car?
Come on, follow me.
Wait for me.
That's it, your evenings, When do you go from the cabaret?
I can't believe you live with Piaf.
- Han! - Is it going well, my little genius?
Alright.
Joséphine, Édith.
She is gaule,
The puppet.
Gilbert, you surely already know Charles Aznavour.
That's Gilbert Bécaud, A good little author.
- Charles. - Enchanted, Gilbert.
Like not to lose your mind
Tightened by bold arms
Recently, I had a click. I wrote "On my life",
- Where I'm talking about myself. - Is that the secret?
I don't know, but it seems important to me to say "I" and "you".
When we say "you", it keeps away.
We have to write each song as if it had happened to us.
Even if it's not true.
You have to be an actor of the song.
Piaf is an actress of the song.
Then, for the
rest, it's just work.
Put the right word in the right place.
Each word at its own pace.
Charles, I sang with Piaf.
Well, here you are.
- I like her. - It's my favorite.
It discusses, the little geniuses?
I told him how much I love her work.
Ah, that is a good author.
But he wants to sing, And on stage, it's not...
Folichon, huh?
I'll take them from you, your two songs.
- Well done. - I don't feel well.
I have my head that turns.
I come back.
Are you going to stay long?
What do they say, parents?
- For the moment, nothing. - I didn't introduce it to them.
They will be happy. He is Armenian.
Georges Garvarentz.
He is an extra composer.
Does he make a living?
- He's gifted. - Gifted, that's not enough.
Stop making your big brother.
I know you will love it.
Well, you tell me what's wrong?
You have a dirty head.
It's okay, I'm hanging on.
I have to work more, that I repeat more.
You make the driver for the other tyrant.
- Stop. - It's true.
I don't understand why you accept.
It's not easy every day, but...
But I learn a lot by his side.
Then it's Edith Piaf, anyway.
You are Charles Aznavour.
What are you afraid of, exactly?
It's not you, that, Charles.
Don't you think she's a bit high for me?
No, precisely, that's what's beautiful.
- That you have to push. - Yes?
Do not hesitate to attack it strong .
Forte...
He gives indications in Italian,
My little genius?
Not easy to sing, But it will be good.
I already told you,
Do not do in the funny song.
You should focus on your author's work.
Don't you get tired of tapping your first parts in the first part? Or to sing
Between two stripper? Move on.
You said that if I was a man, a real one,
I had to come back to have success in France.
And you can very well have success as an author.
You didn't talk about that.
You were talking about being a singer.
Yes, but to be a singer, You need a voice.
And your voice to you, she is veiled.
Don't get bored, we get back to it.
No.
I have to go.
I sing between two stripper.
- He is upset. - Come, we have work!
- I too have work. - It's what?
To try to be a singer, right?
Exactly, yes.
Besides, I have been thinking about it for a while.
Among all that I have learned by your
side, if there is one thing that I
understood is that there is only the work that pays.
It's time to get started.
To devote myself to my songs, to my singer career.
Because yes, whether you
wanted or not, I am a singer.
And what I do for you, The day,
at night, it takes me all my time.
It is no longer possible, edith.
I get there anymore.
I stop.
Without lying, it makes me weird to hear you say that.
It's what?
Are you abandoning your big sister on the street?
Do you think you need me anymore?
I have no choice.
I have to think of myself now.
Well, that's all your honor.
It takes courage, say therefore.
I don't like the undecided. If you run, you run.
Then a lot of doors will close.
You risk feeling alone, If you're more under my wing.
Thank you for everything, edith.
- Good bah bar yourself. - I don't like goodbyes.
I'm coming.
- Charles. - Raoul. How are you?
According to people, She saw you because she didn't believe - in your talent.
Are they saying that?
And without her, you were put to death - in the public square.
I'll show them.
Oh.
My new impresario.
You will see, you will like it.
- Hello, Charles. - Enter.
No, Jean-Louis Marquet!
- I thought well. - What is Charles Aznavour?
It is a gringalet of 1 meter 64, With the veiled voice.
My size, I can do nothing.
I have to accept it to make it forget.
Then my voice.
I will not be able to transform
it, But work it to increase my range a little.
Believe me, I stick to it every day.
And I know that I
sorely lack culture.
To write, respond to journalists, I have to read.
Raoul, set me up a list of the great classics of literature.
We have to go up a gear.
I want to make my own record.
My head and name on the cover.
That it comes out as quickly as possible.
I wasted too much time. We resume?
It's funny, anyway.
It's good, have all the radios received it?
Yes yes.
- Does it react well? - Uh...
Not really. For the moment, They don't want to pass it too much.
There is this vital idiot, the boss of RTL, Who stole a song for you.
- How so? - He is a film producer.
In his latest film, He uses your song "because".
Without requesting authorization, Without paying rights.
He doesn't get bored.
It's a huge professional fault, And good news for us.
It is not in a position to negotiate.
His film is released in a week. The coils are ready to leave.
Suffice to say that we can impose the price that we will decide on him.
I think I have a better idea.
Charles?
Charles!
Yes, I'm here.
You could work with Georges.
Why not, We just have to talk to each other... Oh!
- Do you hear? - It's you, dad?
And how!
- Are you going on the radio? - Yes.
Amazing!
They finally understood.
The boss of RTL did not have too much choice.
Well done, my son. Well done!
Hey!
Turn me off. It's horrible.
How so?
I am horrible.
I make unnecessary gestures.
I look everywhere as a stupid.
Who sings their hands in their pockets?
Costume too large. Hair is not going.
Don't spoil your first TV for some criticism.
Some criticisms?
One speaks of my wilted muezzin voice, the
other compares my stamp to a pepper mill...
Ah.
"A small scammer, to the dimensions of its size.
"His voice of the caves is not offset by the beauty of the gesture."
- It's racists. - Charles, you exaggerate.
I exaggerate?
Wait.
I exaggerate...
There.
"This Armenian is not edible.
"An Armenian, It has the reputation of knowing how to count.
"Let him make accounting."
- Isn't that racism? - It's wickedness.
It's stupidity.
But you start to have an audience.
I'm going to go see him, the public.
Jean-Louis, you're going to
reserve a large room in Paris.
We will invite everyone,
all the gratin, journalists...
Even they. Especially them.
But before, I will have a tour throughout France.
With ten musicians.
We have nothing to pay for a tour with an orchestra.
I will finance it with my own money.
- Calm down. - For once you have a little aside.
Do not put on a tour that may not work.
And why would it not work?
- For what? - Well...
Raoul?
- It's a bit risky, he's not wrong. - Exactly!
We have already talked about it.
You have to take risks Otherwise, we died.
You can take it without betting everything.
- It's exciting, but it's madness. - Madness?
But shit! Even you, do you let me go?
- You don't believe in me? - No, no!
If! I will prove to you everyone.
You, the public, the journalists...
All!
I'm going to put a new show. And this tour, I will do it.
I will convince each
spectator in each room.
Now, I will write a song a day.
I will sing until I tear my glottis.
I will show them that I am not negligible.
They haven't finished hearing about Aznavour.
It's horrible, Jean-Louis. There is no noise.
It is a hell. (-It go! Rest well concentrated.)
(Huh, Charles? Breath.)
- It's terrible. - (-but no, that's fine.)
Come on!
- Do I help you wear your suitcase? - No, that will be fine. Thanks.
I think I presumed my strength.
I saw myself too big.
The truth is that no one awaits me in the provinces.
- Then I lose a lot of money. - Really?
It's simple, I am ruined.
I have to sell my car for posters.
You have Paris. The concerts next month are filled?
Paris?
We took a week at the Alhambra. That the 1st evening is full.
I better stop everything.
No, wait, what are you talking about?
I have heard you speak like that.
It's going to go, I'm sure.
We will see.
- Here is. See you soon, my sister. - Wait!
The parents gave me a letter for you.
It comes from an Arlette. Does that speak to you?
Mmm, it's been a long time.
- Read me the letter. - Yes.
"Dear Charles,
"This letter is not easy to write. I will be direct.
"You have a son.
"His name is Patrick.
"He is eight years old.
"When I learned it, I had just met someone in the provinces.
"I could not tell you about it.
"But I left this man, Become an alcoholic
and violent "towards me and Patrick.
"I have few resources.
"Patrick needs a father" can
I present it to you quickly?"
At the bottom of the letter, She left a number.
- Charles... - That's a lot. I will remind you.
"Nasillarde voice and lack of vocal power.
"His claim to appear before an audience is inconceivable.
"What a total unconsciousness."
Ah no, why do you read that, Charles?
And that: "We had the premiere of an appearance" which
brought us back to monstrous imaging, in the century of Quasimodo.
"How can we let an infirm sing?"
- A disabled... - ignore it all. It's idiots.
Here we go.
We start in five minutes.
He opens then closes the door.
Tonight I live or die.
Tomorrow, we change business.
I know him, this ripple noise.
- People go away. - Will greet them anyway.
- What is it for? - Go ahead, Charles.
I was already looking at the top of the poster
HEALTH!
- Health to all! - And to all radio bosses
that I met after the show and who all want to play it.
You will enter through the big door. We will hear you everywhere.
- What a show! - What a great idea, this staging.
- Thank you, Charles. - It's Charles Trenet.
- I love it. - Look that here.
Bouchard. I hate this journalist.
He put me to death several times.
Mr. Aznavour, nothing to
say, you have amazed me.
Thank you so much.
Sorry for my previous article.
- I was not very tender. - Ah good?
I never read the press.
Ah.
Take a cut of champagne.
It's for me.
It makes me happy. I wish you a good evening.
Thank you so much. See you soon.
Very nice lesson in diplomacy.
Hat.
It is strong. Come on, take Champagne a little, Charles Trenet.
I have always said, the best song, It's "there is joy".
Yes, but tonight, my son has
become a great artist. Huh, Charles?
Do you remember what I say?
Look where we come from and where we are today!
- The little one is there. - Good evening, Gentlemen-Dames.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Good evening, Arlette.
Very happy to meet you, Patrick. Really.
Do you like the show?
Yes, it was good.
Your mom explained to you?
Yes. I will live with you from time to time.
So.
Come, I present your family to you.
Your grandfather, Mischa.
Hello, My son.
Your grandmother, Knar.
And your big sister, Seda.
I prepared your bed for you.
That's a lot of people suddenly, huh?
- Are you going to go to Armenian school? - It's your son, Charles.
It is a normal school with Armenian lessons.
Is it difficult?
Well, what are you doing here?
You spoil your life.
- It's okay, it's okay. - "It's okay, it's okay"... it's not going at all.
You look good behind this pan.
You should be in front of a concert
piano, in front of a room stuffed with block.
- What are you doing here? - You can't be in two places.
- Let me laugh! - Cut!
Ok, cut.
It was very good. We're going to do it again.
Charles, could you have a slightly more jaded tone?
Mr. Truffaud, we have to change the coils. A quarter of an hour.
15 minutes of break.
Mr.
Aznavour?
Yes.
Can I have an autograph? I have a pen.
- Is it? - Céline. - Hello, Charles.
- Always so early. - I have good news... - I will translate my texts, save
- My songs in Spanish and English. - All right. There?
We have no choice.
Nothing is defeated 17 hours of work per day.
That's not wrong. I'll tell you
The good news.
We crossed the bar of 300,000 albums for "I was already seeing myself".
Second good news:
After your record of 90 concerts at the Alhambra,
We will open two weeks at Olympia.
I have new songs to be listened to.
- Are you happy? - Very.
I think I found the formula.
- The Aznavour formula. - Ah.
- I play them to you? - Uh... good then, quickly.
Just one.
I have an appointment that awaits me.
the actors is magnificent.
And your appointment?
Ah, shit.
- Charles... - Yes?
You should open the mail, Especially this one.
You will like it.
It's your copyright.
1 million?
Are they old francs?
- No, new ones. - He closes the door.
Gentlemen, we will
be able to set up.
Michel?
Stop! Stop!
The strings.
It's not very fair.
We focus. Come on, let's go back.
Since the start.
It's me, sorry. Sorry.
We go back.
Brass.
Can I have more bitten, dynamic?
Are you going to succeed at least once?
We resume.
Johnny Hallyday, Charles Aznavour.
- Delighted. - Good morning.
- Please receive me at home. - It's nice.
It's beautiful, here.
- Do you find? - Yeah.
- Where do you come from? - I grew up in Paris a bit,
a little in Belgium, But especially in the street.
- It gives us a common point. - Ah good?
I heard you sing. Well done.
- Well done, you have a real talent. - Thanks.
Few singers of your generation are
interested in me, rock or yéyé, as they say.
They are afraid that we are taking their place.
While if we are not listening to what is happening, we are dead.
Sing without your rock'n'roll effects.
Take a soft voice, As if to speak to
a woman okay. It talks to me, that.
I'm starting.
- Do you come to dance with us? - No, thank you.
Well then, Charles, are
you looking at the mouth?
Don't you like it?
They are pretty, But I know why they are there.
Oh, you're boring. But you jumped half the French Riviera.
Half? Only?
- These are my Swedish friends. - I'll present them to you.
Girls!
Come, girls!
Charles, here is Essie.
And Ulla.
Ulla, right?
- Ulla. - Ulla.
Good evening, Charles.
- Glad to see you. - Thank you so much.
Skägget I Brevladan.
- Do you speak Swedish? - No not at all.
This is the only sentence. I don't know what that means.
That means...
"Taken the beard in the mailbox."
With us, "taken hand in the bag".
Good evening. Congratulations, Mr. Aznavour.
Thanks.
Thanks to you.
Do you know everyone?
No, it is they who know me. They are fans.
- Fans? - Mmm.
Why fans?
Charles Aznavour, does that mean anything to you?
No, sorry.
I do not know French culture very well.
Don't be sorry.
Know that in French culture, When you
are offered a cup, you are forced to accept it.
What do you do in life?
- I'm a model. I take pictures. - I would have bet it.
- You have to travel a lot. - Yes.
Milano, Paris, a bit
to "United States"...
So listen, Ulla, the day I change
to the "United States", I invite you.
I take care of it: Theft, accommodation...
- All. - Thank you, that's nice. But...
If it happens, I will take my ticket on my own.
Alright.
Suddenly... skägget I Brevladan.
Taken hands in the... bag, right?
Are we going to dance?
All right.
- Come and have breakfast. - No, thank you.
Not for the moment.
Are you okay, Patrick, at school?
With Patrick, It's hard to know. He doesn't speak.
- Tomorrow, we have lunch with Frédéric Dard. - Are you coming?
- I can't. - I record six songs in Spanish.
I hope you will have time to eat.
A sandwich.
Mmm.
Before, it was for lack of money, Now time.
Oh there.
Who speaks to me? Charles or Aznavour?
You will tell me when
my brother is available.
You're funny, my sister.
Ah!
- Warm well, my love? - Alright.
- I didn't hear you go down. - Hi, Ulla.
Good morning.
It's pretty. It's what?
- We work with Jacques Plante. - I finally found the melody.
- Can you play it? - If you want.
I did well to give you your chance in this box.
You were so sure of yourself.
So pretentious.
So French.
- I left you your chance. - You see, that's exactly that.
My parents settled there after their wedding.
- So, Charles? - Mmm?
When are you asking me in marriage?
Oh me, marriage, children, I gave enough.
I think it's more for me.
I just try to understand you.
We will not put this back on the table, shit!
All right.
I come back to Sweden.
And if one day you want to see me again,
It's for marriage.
Attention.
Are you sure what you're doing?
It doesn't mean anything anymore
Charles Aznavour, the famous French singer,
The first time occurred at Carnegie Hall this evening.
French journalists were present
To testify to its long -awaited beginnings in New York.
This is my first time in the United States
And I know that the public was filled with French,
But I will come back to sing more in English,
Because I dream of a big tour in the United States.
There is someone else for you.
- You see that I am busy. - He insists.
Excuse me.
What's his name?
His name is Pierre Roche.
Oh, Pierre.
- You didn't tell me anything. - Do you not like surprises?
Between.
Pierre Roche.
- My best friend. - Delighted.
We have to go. Thank you again.
It was nothing.
Bye.
Hey, Frank?
I will sing here until I have the same salary as you.
- Little laughter - Good luck.
Did you tell Frank Sinatra that you were going to have the same salary?
- Mmm. - I missed you, Charles.
And then look at yourself!
I can no longer charm you on your nose.
On the other hand, me...
- Yes I know. - Really, there...
And you?
Where are you?
I play the piano in a hotel.
Customers don't listen to me. I don't have too much pressure.
I am happy. Thanks to my son, I started composing.
How so?
Whatever happens, every morning, I'm with him at breakfast.
I ask him to tell me his dreams - and then, it inspires me from melodies.
Oh yes?
And you?
- Me? - Are you happy?
Yes.
- You're good there. - You have whatever you want.
Yes.
Yeah.
Still not satisfied, huh?
What about women?
I almost lived great love.
- That's to say? - She wanted to get married.
- She left. - Thin.
Ulla.
She is Swedish, beautiful, refined.
And then it's my inverted mirror.
When she's the ice, I'm fire.
You have seen, you're talking about it again.
What are you waiting for?
Dad,
Are you going to have breakfast with us?
Yes yes. Oh, it smells good here.
Do I put your jam?
No, I don't like jam.
Ah.
Tell me, Katia, What did you dream of beautiful?
- I dreamed of Mischa. - In the garden, there was a dog
who wanted to catch us.
And Mischa, he was crying.
- Babbling - Dada.
Laughter
It's great, that.
- Are you well there, this weekend? - The morning.
And tonight?
Tonight, I'm not here. I'm working.
We knock and enter.
Oh, Patrick.
Hi, dad.
- Come, approach, my big one. - Jean-Louis told me that you were there.
Had to warn me.
It's been weeks since we saw you.
I know.
What's going on?
Nothing. Nothing, nothing.
And well done for tonight. It was very good.
Ah no. It was not good at all.
Let's talk about something else.
- Three weeks of absence. - Yes, sorry.
- Tell me. - I didn't want to go out.
I was not very fit.
But it's better.
(It's better.)
And this new apartment, is it good?
Don't you feel too alone?
No not at all.
And the apartment is perfect.
Thank you, it's a great gift.
- Don't thank me. - It's completely normal.
You're my son.
If you need anything else...
No.
The piano?
- Did you receive it? - Yes. Yes.
It is beautiful, huh?
- The Parisian guy would like to see you. - I'm coming.
Above all, you don't hesitate.
I want you to miss anything.
I have everything you need.
Charles closes the door.
"Under the sky of Paris" (Edith Piaf)
Under the sky of
Paris Flies away a Mmm
song, Mmm she was born today
In the heart of a boy
One last.
Gentlemen-Dames, Sorry, we have to go.
Well done, Charles! It was beautiful.
It was very good, tonight.
No. I know when I was good and when I was not.
Let's go for a drink.
A seated philosopher
Two musicians
Some onlookers
Then people by thousands
Take me where you went.
I go especially in places, Bars...
Homo bars?
- It's not a big word. - Homo bars.
Thanks.
- Where's Patrick? - He's already gone.
Already? He didn't even say goodbye.
Thank you so much.
He sleeps in the night
The tramps and the beggars
Under the sky of Paris
Birds of the good Lord
Mmm, Mmm
Come from the whole world
To chat with each other
- Well done, Jacky. It was very moving. - Thanks.
It is a very personal interpretation.
- I liked it. - It touches me.
I have already sang in clubs where I was insulted.
I heard everything, you know.
Folle, Tarlouze,
Dirty fag, of course.
- Insults, I know well too. - Ah good?
What did we tell you?
Oh, if you knew...
ROM,
nabot,
Metratus,
dirty Jew...
- But you're not Jewish, right? - No.
At least you are homo.
- Yes yes. - They laugh.
Who will sing this?
Me.
- You say "I" in the song. - Yes.
- Little laughter - So what?
Are you going to explain to people?
Make an ad? They will understand nothing.
Of course not, We're not going to make an announcement before.
Do not believe that the public is stupid.
I'm going to sing it as it is.
I'm going to stand like you.
So, do we point out without warning?
What's going on?
Charles...
Is it the parents?
Aïda?
Speak.
It's Patrick.
And what?
We found him like that at home.
He died, Charles. I'm sorry.
I'm going to go.
Don't you come with us to the parents?
I have to go to Olympia. I play.
Even tonight?
- Are you okay, my brother? - Yes.
- Are you sure? - Mmm.
It's okay, yes. I...
I was writing a song.
You can tell me, if it's not okay.
It's going very well. Finally, you know, I...
I was focused on a text.
Why do you lock yourself all day to write?
There is no emergency to release a new album.
You don't need new money entry.
Must keep everyone's lifestyle.
Charles...
You're at the top.
You can take the time.
After what happened...
She sighs. Maybe you can calm the game a little,
Take advantage of children.
Charles, you just lost your son.
Talk to me.
You can tell me that you are struggling.
First, I don't think I am at the top.
And I thought about it.
I will ask Jean-Louis to rent
The most beautiful room
in each capital of each large country.
I need to travel.
I need to see people.
All right.
It's a very good idea.
In case you do not know my name,
I made him write here.
Towards the docks where weight and boredom
Bend my back
They arrive with the alive belly
Of fruit the boats
They come from the end of the world
Bringing with them Vagabond ideas
To the reflections of blue skies
Mirages
Dragging a peppery fragrance Of unknown countries
And eternal summers Where we live almost naked
On the beaches
I have known all my life
That the northern sky
I would like to get rid of this gray
On board
Take me to the end of the earth
Take me in Wonderland
It seems to me that misery
Would be less painful in the sun
In bars at dusk
With sailors
When we talk about girls and love
A glass in hand
I lose the notion of things And suddenly my thought
I get out of me and drop me off A wonderful summer
On the strike
Where I see my arms stretching Love that like crazy
Short And I hang myself around
Of my dream
When the bars close, as the sailors
Join their edge
I still dream until morning
Standing on the port
You love being on tour,
- So? - I adore. It's my whole life.
I sing all over the world...
But it is a permanent challenge.
It's magic, the business show.
You never know why it works or not.
And I want to see if the magic will operate once again.
- Thank you for being with us tonight. - My pleasure.
Ladies and gentlemen, a thunderous
applause for Mr. Charles Aznavour.
Well done, you were perfect.
Thanks.
- I'm going, I'm exhausted. - The driver is waiting for you.
I had American production, And it's good.
You will have the same cachet as Sinatra.
No?
Oh bah say...
Well done, Charles.
Excuse me?
Can you stop here?
I have...
- I need to walk. - Yes of course.
I am received as a king here by the public, the media...
It's great.
Why do you tell me that on this tone?
I don't know well. I...
I feel...
weird.
I don't know if I want to laugh or cry.
I think back to
parents, to Patrick.
Pierre, Edith...
Do you remember the papa's sentence?
Nahé Ourh Éïnk Ourh Eguank.
"Look where we came from and look where we are."
Well look where you're.
You have achieved all your goals, That's it.
Maybe that's the problem.
I worked so much to get there.
And now, I don't know what I'm going to do.
I'm not used to that.
Hey, but Charles, it's...
This is where I tell you that you have to slow down,
that you take time for you, but...
We know what you are going to answer me.
I would like me.
But if I stop, I die.
Charles?
Charles, are you there?
Well, it's going to go.
I will remind you.
- Mmm? - Okay.
It'll be OK.