All language subtitles for Quand

WHEN I WAS A SINGER

Good evening.

Welcome to Royat Casino

with the Alain Moreau Band.

The band...

And let me just say...

that there's a tombola,

organized by the town hall..

OK, enough talk. Music!

You OK?

I'll tell you in 5 minutes.

For a flirt with you

I'd do just anything

Fora flirt

with you

I'd be up for anything

Just for a date with you

For a flirt

with you

For a little ride

One single day

Between your arms

For a little ride

One early morn

Between your sheets

I could abandon everything

Even if it looks old-fashioned

For a flirt

with you

Michele, meet Philippe
from Vichy town hall.

He's organizing a dance,
so I thought of Alain.

- Yes, we spoke.
- OK, I'll leave you to it.

I'll give you a card

and a photo.

Thank you.

I'll call you tomorrow
and you can meet Alain.

- What time does he sing until?
- 3:30am.

He sounds good tonight.

Allow me to say hello
to the best dance teacher in the region.

There he is.

More volcanic than ever.
I give you...

Jean-Luc Lemoine!

It's the least I can do.

Not dancing?

No, I hate dancing.

Get ready for the Madison.

Stand on the right, and we'll start.

Music, maestro!

Like a bad boy
My hair is long

Like a bad boy
I wear a jacket

A medallion, a big belt
Like a bad boy

And yet

I'm just a girl

But when

I'm in your arms

I'm just

a little girl

So lost

when you're not around

Like a bad boy
I have my motorbike

Like a bad boy
I go joyriding

I'm a terror at 120 mph
Like a bad boy

Like a bad boy
I'm afraid of nothing

Like a bad boy
I've got my pals

I'm the leader of the pack
Like a bad boy

And yet

I'm just a girl

Thank you very much.

The musicians need a short break.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you can see the Alain Moreau Band

next Friday at the Aquarius disco

and the Saturday after
at the Frog Festival in Surat.

I can't get them going.

Calm down, they clapped.

But try moving more.
You're like a mountain.

I'm the Massif Central!

You know that "Popstars" song?
I know it sucks,

but we should cover it.

Busy tonight, huh?

Yes, busier than last week.

- There are even some youngsters.
- They're dancing, too.

OK, the boss lady's leaving.
Let's do it.

Look lively, lads.

Smile. Come on.

Heaven has a certain charm

But I prefer

the pleasures, joys, and tears
down here on earth

Good wine,
pretty girls' shining eyes

Life is more sparkling than champagne

It's permitted

To love life and to love love

To love the night, to love the day

And to think it's too short,
Far too short

I want

to catch up with the racing of time

To live life to the full, to live

To love life, to love love

Delightful, charming.

So, you come to dance halls now?

You here to make fun?

We were at the casino.

- You're back on that?
- No, it's OK.

Still in real estate?

Meet the great Alain Moreau.

- Francis.
- Evening.

Juliette.

Philippe.

Marie.

- And Marion.
- Evening.

The fighter!

So, Marion,
what exactly did those guys want?

I just accepted a dance.

A dance isn't nothing.

And a fight's pretty flattering.

I don't think so, no.

- What'll you drink?
- Water for me.

I've got 3 minutes.

If I leave 'em alone,
they'll go clubbing.

Thanks, Bruno.

Folks, it's time for the tombola.

OK, number 836...

That's the 12 bottles
of wine, I think.

Are you divorced?

I beg your pardon?

Are you divorced?

No.

This kind of place tends to be...

for divorcees or singles
to meet people, you know.

Once they hit 40,
they're scared to go to clubs.

I had no idea.

Next number... Maggie, go on.

- The number is...
- 819.

How many singles
are there in France?

Take a guess.

- No idea.
- 14 million!

14 million potential dancers!

That's quite something!

A big hand for Christian. Bravo!

- Are you with Bruno?
- We work together.

I'm an intern in his firm.

You're not local?

No, I've been here for a month.

A month...

You'll see, it's pretty here.
The mysterious volcanoes...

Do you know Bruno well?

Oh, yeah. He helped me
look for a house 2 years ago.

He's full of life.

Something sparkles in him...

Did you find it?

- What?
- The house.

The hou... No, no.

No, he got me into clubs,
I found him girls.

Where are you from?

It is great there!
Do you come dancing here often?

Ever been onstage to sing or dance?

No, why?

Well, you stand out, you shine...

You have a rare quality.

Lady killer, huh?

- Want to come up onstage with me?
- No, it's not my thing.

I see couples forming
and breaking up.

I'm sure that by studying
the dancers' movements,

you'd understand a lot more

about people and the world.

A philosopher, too?

I'm no philosopher,
but you're not helping.

That's us!

- Come on, Let's sing.
- No!

- You're being a pain.
- You're not wrong there.

People seem to like you.

They adore me,
especially if I do the "Birdy Song"!

Oh, thanks, Bruno.

You've lost weight.

The stress of opening a new agency.

Suits you.

- How's it going?
- Not bad.

Luckily I'm not on my own.

More dancing now.

OK, are you dancing?

If you like.

No, I mean I'm going to work.

Try and have a dance.

Young people are good for my image.

See you later.

I'll do it, sitting down.

Ready, guys? Music!

No Boeing for my transit

No boat for my transatlantic

I search in vain for the exact door

I search in vain for the exit

I'm singing for the transistors

The story of this strange story

Of your one-way love transitory

Of a Sleeping Beauty asleep

I love you and I fear

I'll lose myself

And sow seeds

of poppy on the paving
of one-way love

You know those photos of Asia

That I shot on 200 ASA

Now that you have gone away

Their bright colors have turned pale

I thought I heard the blades

Of a seaplane but alas

It's the fan blades as they pass

In the police station skies

I love you and I fear

I'll lose myself

And sow seeds of poppy

on the paving of one-way love

We're doing a new compilation.

Daniel, can I have a Perrier?

Mr. Chevalier?

A coffee.

- Michele?
- A tea.

Is this your place?

Yes, we bought it
when I was married to Michele.

Now Daniel and Michele look after it.

It's kinda my office.

Our office.

We can have up to 8 musicians.

Above that, it's more expensive.

Much more?

Alain's band costs 8,000 francs a night.

- 1,300 euros.
- Yes.

Let's say 1,500.
We round it up for extras.

- OK, 1,500.
- If that's OK.

That's for the band, stage clothes,
lighting, and sound equipment

for 500 people.

No more, because Alain
doesn't like big halls.

I'd strain my voice.

Who deals with hiring the hall?

You deal with the hall and drinks.

We deal with the rest.

The artistic side.

- Who picks the songs?
- We have a repertoire.

There are about 50 songs.
Take a look.

If you want any other songs,
just give us time

to rehearse them.

Good. I'll take this.

Thank you.

But the people who come to see me
are there for the croonies.

"Croonies"?

Yes, you know,

the slow dances, the love songs.

The mellow croonies.

- We do rock and soul, too.
- Not as much, though...

There's also Alain
with just a PA and CDs, but it's less...

What we like is to defend
live music, with a band.

We also thought of a karaoke.

Oh, OK.

- Might be fun, don't you think?
- Sure!

I understand. No problem.

Karaoke...

Excuse me.

Daniel!

I've prepared everything.

A standard contract, technical info,

and I've got a cover for it all.

Thank you.
I think I have all I need.

What's the world coming to?
They want karaoke now!

You know, I'm gonna do my sale.

I've got lots of stuff: VCRs, TVs,

bikes, vacuum cleaners...

- I'll hire a warehouse.
- Good idea.

And if I can help you out...

- You could announce it at your next gig.
- Sure.

It'd be even better
if you could stop by.

That'll bring in lots of people.

Next time, I'll handle it.
That guy'll go straight to our rivals.

Either we do it or we don't!

Karaoke! Come on!

I won't be treated like that
after 20 years!

- ls Marion here?
- ls she expecting you?

I'm Moreau. Alain Moreau.

Just one moment, please.

Did you say I was here?

No, you couldn't know.

Good morning, Alain.

Hi, how are you doing?

I was having a look.

Nice houses.

Very nice.

I didn't expect...

to see you here.

Hey!

I saw you.
Looking at the ads?

It's really changed around here.

- I've got a partner.
- You renovated it?

- Like it?
- Yes, very smart.

We'll find you a place this time.

Yes, coming.

- Are you leaving soon?
- Yes.

- Wait for me?
- Yes.

I need to talk to you.

- I'll wait for you in the cafe.
- OK.

Should I go?

You had better.

I can't stay long.

Hello.

Hello. A tea, please.

Most women sleep with me
to make their husbands jealous,

to say: "Do you see

the singer on the poster,
Alain Moreau?

I slept with him,

and everyone knows."

I'd never heard of you.

- You never go dancing?
- Not there, no.

Because it's corny?

I'm not criticizing.
It's not my style.

What is your style?

Look, let's not discuss music.

People become corny when they last.

When you don't last,
you don't become corny. Logical, eh?

Right now, you're thinking:

"Why did I sleep with a guy like this?"

That's what you're thinking, right?

You're less shy at night.

I'm gonna go.

I like you,
so I wanted to try my luck.

It's only natural.

It didn't work out. Too bad.

That's life.

No reason to humiliate me.

No one wants to do that.

You humiliated me, taking off
next morning without saying goodbye,

looking at me like I'm the bogeyman.

I mean, c'mon.

I sense these things.

I'm not a...

Excuse me, Mr. Moreau.

Can I get a photo of us?

Sure. Sit down. What's your name?

- Monique.
- I knew a back up singer called Monique.

She had a boa around her neck
and she sang...

She had these little poodles
with ribbons in their fur.

It was nice.

- Here. Do you mind?
- No, no.

- The flash is there.
- Yeah, like that?

- Goodbye, Monique.
- Bye.

See?

I sing a lot of love songs,
so people feel safe with me.

Everyone needs reassuring.

That's the way it is now.

Can I have a cigarette?

Yeah, sure.

Listen, Marion,

I want you to help me find a house.

- Me?
- I'm serious.

I don't want to go back
to all those real estate agents

who take you for a ride.

Forget what happened between us.
It's history.

And if it doesn't work,
we can just stop.

Is your hair dyed? Streaked?

Yes, blond streaks.

I like it.
In this business, you gotta look good.

It's exhausting.

- Do you do your own hair?
- Yes.

The worst thing is... It's scary
when it goes straw-colored.

- It looks a bit stringy.
- No, it's fine.

It looks good now.

- You OK?
- We went to the wrong floor.

- Long drive?
- An hour. Traffic was good.

He slept in the car.

Want to get down?

I found your lamp,
but not your skirt.

- And some mail.
- I've already got the skirt.

Martin...

Are you hungry?

I brought you something. Look.

You like this.

What's wrong?

Are you tired?

Be a good boy.

He's out all day. He works a lot.

You could take what you like.

Did you tell him you see me?

No, but I think he knows.

Lamps vanish, closets are emptied.

He's not stupid.

- How is he?
- I don't know.

He's not talkative.

Are you still living in the hotel?

- Don't worry.
- I'm not.

It's not hard for you to find a place.

I need to be paid. It's the 5th today.

It's not Martin's fault.

Won't he have an adventure
after saving his life?

Yeah, but he created him, too.

Please stop crying like that

Tomorrow or next month

You won't think about it

Please stop crying like that

Today it is for you

That we have come here

Say nothing if you like

But dry those eyes of yours
And please don't go thinking

That we don't care about you

You know,

It is no use to cry

Just leave

Your pain alone

In a corner

Please stop crying like that

Cry for who or for what?

For a few memories

Cast onto the floor
And which will fade to naught

Say nothing if you like
Just dry your eyes

And please don't go thinking

That we don't care about you

You know,

It is no use...

to cry

Just leave

Your pain...

You must help me
understand your needs.

That's just it, I don't know.

What do you usually do?

Some clients don't really know
what they want.

Others prefer to talk.

- And you listen?
- I try.

The talkative types
never make their minds up,

and I'm paid on commission.

I promise to be careful.

I couldn't do it.
I'd tell the truth about the houses.

I'm too honest.

I don't believe it.

Well, we all lie.

Especially men.

You're giving me a line.

- Here we go again.
- I've got a name for you.

"Ladies man".

That suits you.

Can't I say anything?

- Do you live alone?
- Yes.

How many rooms do you need?
I couldn't read your form.

I'm open, really.

Can we visit more select,
modern properties?

"Select"?

I'm not as rich as Elton John.

Yes, I realize that.

Do you sing full-time?

Why? Are you surprised?

I knew it existed
for weddings, Bastille Day...

Oh, weddings...

People your age prefer a DJ.

I do openings,
office parties, tea dances...

It must be fun.

People mainly come to dance.

My job is getting them
to drink champagne.

They don't care about the songs.

Nobody cares.

I often sing for myself.

Where are you, Ladies Man?

I'm not in the least amused.

- I'll show you the boiler.
- Great!

You never get lucky first time.

I'm sorry,
but this house isn't for me.

It's physical.

Well?

Good, but a bit expensive.

Take this, anyway.

- Tell me if you need anything.
- That's OK, ma'am.

When I called your office,
they said you'd gone to get your son.

That's possible.

I didn't know you had a child.

Didn't Bruno tell you?

I didn't tell him about us, you know.

So...

You're separated?

Do we have to pour out
our life stories?

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Well, not really, but that's OK.

If you're single, that makes you
a real customer for me...

for the dances.

I'd spoil the mood.

Right, this is all well and good.

C'mon, let's go.

Because I'm singing tonight.

Don't you want to know where?

See how she persuaded those guys?

She's the best.

She's put on weight, hasn't she?

I don't know.

She's letting herself go a bit.

It bothers me. For her sake.

I don't see her the way I used to.

She's scared you'll end up alone.

- Even if she still loves you...
- Stop it.

I'm not jealous.

I'll give you the rest tomorrow.

Forget it.
Buy her a present instead.

I don't need charity
to buy her a present.

It's going really well.

Some people recognized you.
Go say hello.

I will.

Come help me.

- It's Alain. Alain Moreau.
- Yes, Alain?

- Am I disturbing you?
- No.

Thanks to you, I realized
I wanted a change of style.

A new style of house.

I like the idea of living
somewhere contemporary.

Contemporary, modern, I don't know...

That's good. I'll run a new search.

New search?

Yes, it'll take a bit longer.

I don't want to grow old
in an old place.

I see. I'll call you, OK?

OK.

Well... Can you hear the guitar?

I'm in my studio.

Big kiss... Sorry. Goodbye.

- Ready to go?
- Yes.

Here...

Take a look at this sometime.
It's a condo.

No, you can't handle
two dozen files at once.

Why? Has someone complained?

No.

No one's complained.
I'm very pleased with you.

You did me a favor.
I won't let you down.

I know you want to be alone.
That's fine.

But if you need me, I'm here.

Turn the light out.

I'd like to live in a hotel, too.

See you tomorrow.

See you.

- Fabrice.
- Thanks, Jean-Paul.

Thanks, Jean-Paul.

It's 5. We did an extra half-hour.
We deserve some extra cash.

You do quality stuff. Keep it up.

I'm here to meet Alain...
Alain Moreau.

- Are you Marion?
- Yes.

He's through there.

I'm here, Marion. Through here.

- Sorry.
- Keep still, you'll ruin it.

Just a rinse and it's finished.

- Hello. I'm Michele.
- I'm Marion.

We have to go before 11.

I'll check the route.
It looks complicated.

No, nothing's complicated, Marion.

Nearly done. Then, he's all yours.

- You go to Maringues.
- OK.

Maringues, D42, Vizelles, see?

- Mark a cross here.
- Yeah, OK.

- More coffee?
- Yes, please.

It's good he's moving. It was about time.

- Think he really wants to?
- Yes, I do.

What's that?

We did it for a laugh.

It's a fake gold disk.

It impresses people.

These bands are dying out.
He carries on - I respect that.

Well? A new lease of life, huh?

25 years old!

- How's Bruno?
- OK.

- He's away on business all week.
- You like him, eh?

Yes, I do. He's attractive, handsome.

- We'll go soon.
- No, now. We're already late.

My keys.

- In your jacket.
- Nope.

- Thanks, that's sweet.
- After you.

If we get lost,
we can phone each other.

I started my band thanks to Michele.

She sang with me, back then.

She sang well, she did.
She had a real voice.

She seems to have a lot of energy.

Yes, she wasn't afraid on stage.

It took me longer to accept myself.

Why did she stop singing?

She didn't have the temperament
to make a career of it,

to take all the hard knocks.

She became my manager.

Let's go on.

Clermont was a lively place, then.

Later on, we bought a cafe.

I carried on working like crazy.

Then, of course,
she met someone else: Daniel.

She had a more normal life with him.

They even wanted a baby,
but it was too late.

We never really left each other.

The bedrooms are upstairs.

My parents came from Italy,

from Friuli.

They were hired by the Michelin plant.

I worked there, too,
testing tire brakes.

I'll show you.

But I hated the routine,
so I started drumming and singing.

I worked with the local bands:

Georges Michel,
Malbruno, Andre Verchuren.

This is all volcanic rock.
An artist designed it specially.

It's nice 'n' brown...

My big mistake was
not doing Club Med in the '80s.

A lot of artists made it
thanks to Club Med.

Like my pal, El Chato.
Heard of El Chato?

Sure you have. Sebastien El Chato.
He did "La Chunga".

I don't know him.

"La Chunga"!

Sorry, I don't know it.
Let's continue.

I can't be there by 3. No way.

It's never-ending.

Tell them to wait or set another date.

The garden goes down to the field.

Am I boring you?

I have other appointments.

You're expected.

Yes, I am. I've got a job to do.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

I show you houses,
but you say nothing.

If this isn't what you're looking for,
tell me.

Bruno said you'd like this kind of place.

The night we met, I thought
you went with me to make Bruno jealous.

Yeah, that's dumb.

To be honest, I think he'd be amused.

That's mean.

That's not what I meant.

It's your fault, too.
Screw this!

OK, you've seen the house.
Like it or not?

So, let's go.

- We've been waiting for an hour.
- OK.

Right...

- What's your problem?
- You're a pain in the ass.

So, I'm an hour late!

That's enough!

You finished?

Sure. let's go.

That one has too much echo.

- Oh, you were here?
- I told you.

Yes, I heard the rehearsal.
It was very good.

So, Michele and I agreed to Friday 22nd.

Fine.

- As for the karaoke idea...
- All forgotten, Mr. Chevalier.

Thanks. See you Friday.

Good bye.

See? You underestimate me.

Michele, remember my pay slip.

- Yeah, tonight.
- OK, thanks.

How's the house hunting?

Well, I'm very undecided.

We were glad to find ours, remember?

I thought you were attached to it.

I thought so, too.

Are you just visiting?

Of course!

You haven't slept with her?

I know you by heart.

Let's get it over with.
Sleep with her.

She won't give you a thing.

You don't know her.

She's young, she has a son.

She'll hurt you.

Maybe you want that.

To punish yourself
for ruining my life.

- A bit higher.
- Still?

- A bit more.
- More?

A bit more... OK, stop.

There...

How's that?

Good.

I don't care as long as she
doesn't stop you working.

I was good just now.

You haven't sung like that in years.

That's what scares me.

I don't know...

She's awakened me.

The temperature of a volcano

can reach 3,600 degrees Celsius.

Vulcania, the volcanoes of Auvergne,

volcanoes of the world.

Calm down.

Do you want to carry on or go home?

You want to go home?

I thought he'd enjoy it.

I do what I can.

I won't see him anymore.

Some kids aren't raised by their mother.

The mother's crazy
or a junkie or dead.

That happens.

I will not have the time

Not the time

Even if I run

More swiftly than the wind

More swiftly than time

Even if I fly

I will not have the time

Not the time

To visit

All the immensity

Of this great universe

Even in an age

I will not have the time

To do it all

Do you sometimes want
to stop everything?

I'm more scared of losing my touch
or sounding old.

When we cheat. Songs tell the truth,
especially if they're love songs.

ls this place expensive?

Far too expensive.

I told you not to charge your phone.

Why are you like this?

Why?

Look, stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it, please...

You can start a new life, Marion.

That's what life's for.

That's rich,
coming from Ladies Man.

You can breathe here.

Makes a change
from your cubes, your apartments.

Come over here.

It's the office again.

Well, just let 'em wait!

Look at this.

- Beautiful, huh?
- Yeah.

Heard of Rael?

- Yeah, Rael.
- Oh, yeah.

The guru who started the Raelian cult.

With the white robe.

The alien worshipers.

Well, right here on this volcano,
he met the aliens.

The flying saucer landed here.

Right here in this crater.

You can see its imprint.

Rael used to be a singer, too.
He had a record out in the '70s.

His real name was Claude Celler.

His record was called
"My Love Patricia".

I remember it well,
because on the back,

it said, "If your name is Patricia, too

send me a photo and your vital stats

and you can come along
to a recording..."

He had a very deep voice.

At the end of the song,

he said in an inspired tone:

"Give yourself...

Give yourself

I slide over your thighs like a rat"!

Honest!

Lots of people have come here

to try to meet the aliens.

C'mon, you can really breathe up there.

Feel the love.

"Give yourself"!

Girls, turn around.
Boys, you're leaving them too static.

You almost killed the poor man.

Mind you, nice way to die!

Don't you dance?

Some claim to have seen it.

You've got your little fan.

Well, it's hot.

And heavy.

- Could I get an autograph?
- Sure.

- Want a photo?
- Yeah, that'd be even better!

- What's your name?
- Martine.

For Martine. Alain Moreau.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Women flock to you.

They're not always beauties.

You have lots of mistresses?

Don't worry about me.

- You possess them backstage.
- Yeah.

Doesn't coffee keep you awake?

Yeah, it does.

I've never met anyone like you.

It's hot in here.

Boys turn now.
Don't forget. The New York step.

Swing those hips now.

I'll get us a drink.

- Many people?
- Yeah, it's starting to fill up.

I feel like fighting tonight.

We could go to the Aquarius.

Alain's singing tonight.

Senorita, hurry up

Put your taffeta dress back on

Opera's greatest arias

Remind me of the rumba

Senorita, hurry up

I'm a little older than you

I stopped going to the movies

They closed down the Alhambra

Senorita, hurry up

I forgot the camellias

I don't have the right looks for it

So, dance for me, dance

Why did they put you here?
Go over there.

Jeremy, put them over there.

I didn't know you were back.
You didn't call me.

- Do you mind us coming?
- Not at all, not at all.

Go over there.

If you want anything else...

I'd like you to do a slow number.

I want to do a slow dance with Marion.

- A real slow?
- I'll leave that up to you.

OK, I'll see.

Thanks.

- A slow dance?
- Yeah!

Thanks.

I've been asked for a slow number.

- "The Birdy Song"!
- Good idea, moron!

- "Bibi"!
- I used to love that.

Ever so slowly...
Different feelings

In your heart and in my head...

Go and dance

All the dances you like

In the arms of those

Who take you away

Go and smile

Marvelous smiles

For the dancers

Who hold your fair hand

But don't forget

That I will be there

To drive you home at the end

So, please save

The last dance for me

Go and dance

If you enjoy yourself

I'll wait for the day

When we will return

If someone

Wants to take you

All the way home

Just say no to him

For don't forget

That I will be there

To drive you home at the end

So, please save

The last dance for me

What'll you bet?

How should I know?

You don't know. That's the point.

You really like gambling, huh?

- 7?
- Sure, 7.

I've gambled a lot.

And I've lost a lot.

Number 3.

Thanks.

Know your porn actress name?

Your porn actress name.

What's your second name?

Corinne.

What was your first pet?

A rabbit called Bonsai.

Corinne Bonsai. That's not bad.

- Did she do softcore?
- Oh, no.

Real hardcore. Never any feelings.

Oh, no, never any feelings.

What's yours?

Bernard Orange.

He was a dachshund called Orange.

The man of 5,000 women.

Well, people always exaggerate.

The veterinarians gig is on Monday.

We could go Friday
and come back Tuesday.

Yeah, maybe. Good idea.

- We could go to the seaside.
- Yeah.

I haven't been since God knows when.

I'll show you the bedrooms.

You think you've seen this one?

Yeah, with Marion.

Isn't she here? Where is she?

She's out visiting.

When you see too many,
you get them mixed up.

This one's good.

Really good. Very rare.

Lots of land, 2 miles away
from the main road. Quiet.

Yes, not bad.

Apparently, you say
"Not bad" every time.

See much of her?

She seems better.

I think so.

How did you meet?

At university, in Lyon.

We were friends.
She was in love with some guy.

The guy died.

Then, she decided to get married,
and we lost touch

until she came here to ask for work.

She's avoiding me.

She's not answering my messages.

Well, she's very busy.

I'm not even sure
if she'll call in today.

I could punch you out.

Sure you could!

All you women

With your charm

Your sweet smiles
attract us and disarm us

All you angels

So adorable

And we men are
poor devils

With thousands of roses
we surround you

We love you all
And silently prove it to you

We think we're so strong
We think we know you well

We say forever
You answer maybe

All you women

You, my downfall

You are the source
Of our laughs and tears

Poor old devils
That we men are

Vulnerable, miserable
Are all us men

Thank you.

I'll be back in 10 minutes.

Enjoy your meal.

Hello.

I'm here to celebrate
closing a deal.

I never came here before. Not bad.

A bit pretentious.

It's well paid though.
Very well paid.

And the food's good.

I'd even thought
of bringing you here for dinner.

I went away for a few days.

Yes, I noticed.

I visited a house
with one of your colleagues

that Bruno sent me.

- I had things to sort out.
- Really?

And are they sorted out?

They're much better.

Great. Meanwhile,
I waste my time with strangers

who show me a bunch of crap.

I warned you I might be busy, too.

Busy? No!

You were sick
of the sight of me, that's all.

But that's not very professional.

Bullshit!
You don't care about the houses.

Not in the slightest.
And nor do I.

So, what're you doing?

Being a cock-tease?

What a shitty thing to say.

If you pity me, you've not understood
a thing about who or what I am.

After the time we've spent together,
that's what's most humiliating.

You always feel so fucking humiliated,
Mr. Corny Loser!

A bit facile, huh?

I've brought lots of couples together.

Don't lecture me.

Meaning?

Meaning I know full well
that you're an easy lay.

You're pathetic.

Not singing?

Not in the mood.

- You know what that means?
- Screw your dive!

Very well.

Know what'll kill us?

What?

Karaokes.

It'll pass.

Alain... Are you OK?

Yes. ls he sleeping?

No, not yet. Be right with you.

Have a drink with us.

- Got any cold Perrier?
- Yes.

- What do you do?
- I'm a mechanic.

Sure you don't want any?

No, I prefer water.

So, the two of you
are going off on your bike

with your bags and all?

Well, it's a bit risky.
We can rent 4x4s there,

so we can take more stuff.
It's an adventure!

An adventure... That's great.

I left it in my bag.

Nice.

You're in love with her?

It shows.

Well?

It's inflammation
of the vocal chords.

And smoking isn't...

The last time I quit,
I gained 30 pounds in 2 months.

In my line of work, it's not...

So, jump out of the window.

Yes, that sounds tempting.

You have to rest your vocal chords.

For how long?

3 weeks minimum.

So, he can't work?

I don't know about that,
but singing's out.

We mustn't lose the Aquarius.

She's seeing Bruno.

She's seeing him.

At least something's happening.

I'd become a machine.

A singing machine...

Did this happen to me before?

No, not like this.

Not over a girl.

Better late than never!

You'll see her again.

You'll visit houses with her.

It's not over.

- Hi, Moreau!
- Well done, it's not easy here.

- It's hard to get 'em going.
- Yeah.

Your guitar solo was great.

Thanks.

- You liked it?
- Yeah.

- How's your throat?
- It's still a bit...

Well, take care.
It can drag on for ages.

I've been seeing a healer.

It takes time.

But it'll pass.

- Sing "Telephone"?
- Oh, no.

Jennifer, come here.

Meet the great Alain Moreau.

I really like what you do.

Thanks.

You started with your wife?

Did Philippe tell you that?

Everyone here knows you.

Yes. Well...

It's all very fragile...

- Know any TV people?
- Yeah, a few.

Like who?

Oh, lots of people.
We should get together one evening.

- Yeah, right!
- What?

I mean it.

How long have you been with Philippe?

- Too long.
- Oh?

Why do you say that?

I'm not settling for guys like you.

Bye.

Let's go, guys.

Yes, hello, Alain. It's Marion.

We were supposed to meet at 4,
so what's up?

Call me.

Bye.

I was asleep. I felt good.

Have you taken anything?

Yes, I took that.

Well, several.

I'll wait downstairs.

How about some coffee?

With 2 slices of toast.
There's some in the...

- And can you let her out?
- OK.

She's a pain, bleating like that.

Yes, my girl,
we're going to let you out!

- Coffee's ready.
- Thanks.

- Had your shave?
- Yes.

I kept leaving you messages all week.

I went to the bar. Michele said
I should leave you alone.

Well, that's typical of Michele.

I turned off your sun lamp.

Good.

Why didn't you tell me?

- What about?
- Your throat.

I didn't want to bother you with that.
It's getting better now.

Have you been drinking?

No, Marion. I have no wish to.

That's all in the past.
I don't want to croak.

Each time everyone thinks I'm done for,
I bounce back!

Alright?

- Don't do any highlights.
- Can you feel any?

What? You don't feel 'em.
You see 'em.

No, it looks good.

How are things with Bruno?

Nothing happened with Bruno.
Almost nothing.

Almost nothing...

I agree.

Don't stop!

This is a standard contract.

I never saw one like that.

Did you bring a CD?

Sure. It's not the latest, but I like it.

Thanks.

At least he hasn't given up.

I miss it. Come see.

You know that one.

Even Alain doesn't have that.
He played drums, then.

That's me.

To think I now have a desk job...

How many songs must I sing?

As an opening act, 3 or 4.

- It's up to you.
- Up to me?

- I just don't know if I can.
- Yeah, you can.

Christophe's people are good guys.

They always try to help local talent.

But I'm just a has-been!

You know, you were the real artist.

I don't know if this is allowed.

Don't let the smoke out.

- How old is your son?
- 6.

- He was 6 in December.
- ls he at school?

- 1st grade.
- It's foreign to me.

Look, there's a loose connection.

- Did we pay a lot for this?
- No, I did, son.

You call me "son" now?

You still haven't signed your contract.

Do you realize your luck?

How many seats are there?

- 5,000.
- How many songs will you sing?

I dunno, 3 or 4...

Depends how the audience reacts,

how it goes.

If it goes well, I think we're going
to Montpellier and Bordeaux.

- And where else?
- Lyon.

You've never done this...

No.

You're not scared?

Let's tell him.

Maybe not now.

What's going on?

- We're getting married.
- What?

We're getting married.

She said yes.

But it doesn't change anything.

It changes everything.

What the hell do you mean?

Give her a kiss.
Help us out here, Alain. Do something!

We're closed!

I'm on Alain Moreau's guest list.

No, sorry.

He said to come here.
He's expecting me.

Alain, it's Marion again.

I don't know what to do.

I'm stuck at the gate.
I can't get in.

It'll be great.

I just know it will.

"Give yourself"!

Bye.

I was at the other gate.

- How is he?
- OK. At least I think so.

We changed 2 songs, so it's tense.

Won't I disturb him?

We do talk, you know.

Michele!

Hi, Marion.
Jean-Claude's stuck.

I'll go check... See you.

Shut the door.
They're starting to get on my...

You know we're going
to the cafe after?

Yeah, don't worry.

Of course I'm worried.

So, it's the big night.

One fight too many.

Shall we go?

That'd be great.
This is just a load of hot air.

Let's both walk out.

That'd be real stylish.

Will this do?

Is it OK?

It'll do.

Oh, crap! They're the wrong boots!

I'm the only one who's amused.

You all look
like I'm having an operation.

So...

we're not walking out?

Alain, some friends are here.

- We don't want to disturb you.
- Hi there.

- Hi, Moreau, you OK?
- Yeah, fine.

- Put on some weight?
- A bit.

Michele will find you a seat.

- I'll be standing!
- What?

I'll be standing.

I wanted to come with you.

I know.

What's he like?

Black shirt, black trousers...
and his boots.

Nearly time, boys.

- What if there's an encore?
- Dream on!

- Did you see him come out?
- No.

Have you seen Alain go by?

Patrick!

- I think he's left.
- I haven't seen him.

- He's vanished.
- Maybe he's up there.

We'll start earlier, Chris.
That singer's has run off.

I went to the wrong cafe.

A vodka, please.

They said
there'd been technical trouble.

They can say what they like.

- Excuse me.
- Thanks.

I feel like everything's possible again.

I can start over.

I feel free.

So, you'll carry on singing?

Dance halls...

That's my life.

That's where I feel good.

What are you going to do?

I know it'll be with my son,

but not here.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Alain Moreau understands...

My old rheumatism

ls becoming a pain

My poor Cecile

I am seventy-three

I lie in my chaise long

I have a babysitter

I was in much better shape

When I was a singer

I had white ankle boots

A big buckled belt

An open-necked shirt

A medallion

My smile

Was my biggest asset

I had a hell of a time

When I was a singer

One night in Saint Georges

I was singing at the hop

My wife was waiting

Hiding in the Mercedes

She got thrown in the river

By all my fan club

I had a crazy life

When I was a singer

It was over for me ages ago

I don't understand very much these days

But I still hear things that I do like

It keeps me entertained