Original subtitles

Have fun tonight. - Thanks, Martine.

It goes with everything. Lasts forever.

These things get holes so quick.

I think so, anyway. But it's pretty.

It's original, it makes a change.

It was the duck-billed platypus, ladies and gents. 400 euros lost!

You laugh, miss. But you've lost 400 euros. Focus.

Chemistry.

CH3OH is the smallest molecule of alcohol.

It's toxicif absorbed.

It can make you blind and even kill. What is it called?

Cap.

Raw.

Cooked.

Over to you.

Hello.

How are you, Jean? - Fine, Kenneth.

Hi, Raymond, how are you?

Cool it, Jean.

I said cool it.

Save your strength for Kornev.

Is it OK if I sit here? - Yes.

Now I know who you remind me of.

You know who?

No.

Laura.

You know, that singer who sings ABBA-like stuff.

But not so famous.

Do you remember the nights under the stars?

No, I don't know her.

You really look like her. It's crazy.

I wouldn't know, I don't know what she looks like.

Listen carefully. It's a mammal from the family of elephants,

manatees and hyrax.

And it's the last survivor of the Tubulidentata order.

Aardvark! - Right answer.

You win 500 euros. Congratulations.

Not an easy question.

Show biz now.

Thirty years ago,

Lillian Cheverny represented our country in the European Song Contest

with this song "Souvenir".

Do you remember

the nights under the stars?

This is my dearest memory.

I knew it!

She works at the factory with me.

What was this artist's stage name?

Laura! The right answer is Laura.

No one wins the 1000 euros.

After divorcing her manager, Tony Jones,

she sank into oblivion. Not an easy question.

Every year, during the mating season,

the female growls and urinates to attract males.

Okapis only stay with each other briefly.

The female returns to her solitary existence.

Hello. - Hello.

I saw you on TV last night.

No.

Laura.

No, no, it wasn't me.

You haven't changed a bit.

My bus is here. - Not even your hairstyle.

You've made me miss my bus.

Leave me alone.

What do you want? Aprivate concert?

You must have had a good laugh. I work with her at the factory...

"Like ABBAbut not so famous."

Just leave me alone.

But I...

Hold on tight.

Thanks.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Forgive me.

Take a seat.

Would you like an aperitif?

Just a sparrow's pee. - Asparrow's pee?

Yes, I'm a boxer, you see.

Is it a hobby? - No, I'm professional.

I'm going up against Vitali Kornev.

Vitali Kornev, the provincial champion.

I'll beat the crap out of him. - I see.

Don't you want to sit down?

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Oops, sorry.

Thank you.

My father thinks you're great.

And that bugs my mother.

So, you don't sing anymore? Never?

How old are you?

22 in October.

And what's your name? - Jean.

My name's Lilianne Cheverny. But you can call me Lilianne.

No, thanks. I have to go to the radio. - The radio?

Radio Venus.

They're interviewing me about boxing.

I really must go. - Goodbye.

Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye.

We have a very special guest tonight.

No less than Jean Leloup, out future lightweight champion.

In one month, Jean will take on Vitali Kornev,

and, according to the experts, will knock him off his throne.

Well now, Jean...

Are you on form? - I'm fine. I train every day.

Tell me about yourself, Jean. - My name isJean Leloup

and I want to become national lightweight champion.

Your big ambition is to turn pro, right?

Yes. If I win, I'll turn pro.

And if you lose? - No, I'll win.

Great. That's how you make a...

Is that goodfor you? - I burn it off in the ring.

Do you like working here?

Do you?

What do you think?

We smell of paté.

You know, when I get home,

no matter how much I scrub, I can't get rid of the smell.

I'd like to ask you something.

But don't say yes if you don't want to.

Ask away.

Right...

Now we know each other a little better,

I think that... well...

Yes?

My club has a party coming up.

Would you like to come and sing?

Sing?

We were going to get a magician but...

But I don't sing anymore, Jean.

Why not?

I'd rather not talk about it.

OK, if it's not possible...

But I'm very flattered.

It's true, it's a lot of work. But then... the quality!

Andfrozen chips? - Greasy.

Oven chips. - Ah, yes.

I always make my own chips.

Charlotte.

Raw.

Cooked.

Over to you.

Excuse me, sir, do you know where Jean is?

Jean?

Jean, who worked the ovens. - Ah, him.

He's left. He was a temp.

It was in this cabin with tarred floorboards and glass roof

that Marie Curie discovered this curious phenomenon.

What Marie Curie did there is engraved

on the memory of all those who have seen it.

In our hangar, which served as our laboratory,

there was a great sense of peace.

We had only one task, as if in a dream.

Cut.

Start setting up.

Cooking activated.

Start cooking.

Finish garnish.

I repeat: finish garnish.

I repeat: finish garnish.

Are you looking for someone?

I'm lookingfor Jean.

On one condition. - What?

No press.

I'll only do it once.

To please you.

That's kind.

Very kind.

It's a done deal.

She'll do it? - Yes.

For free? - No, not for free.

For my good looks. - Yeah, right.

I swear.

I looked her right in the eyes... and voila.

Well done, son.

Better keep your eyes on your plates, you two.

Thanks, Mum. - She was very beautiful.

She was just my type. Classy.

She's still very beautiful.

She can't be very clever. - Why not?

If she was, why would she work in a pâté factory?

Could you help me, please?

Radio Venus! An interview with the star.

Hello, I'm Kenneth.

Laura.

But this isn't a goodtime.

OK, we'll do it after the concert.

Not tonight, Kenneth.

Jean, Laura, I'm with you all the way.

Break a leg.

Isn't it a bit old-fashioned?

Yeah, completely old-fashioned.

Is it closed? - Yes, fine.

My friends, my dear friends,

it is an honor for me to introduce to you this evening,

at our club championship,

an exceptional artist.

She nearly won for us the European Song Contest.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is my honor to present,

for you and you alone,

Laura.

Do you remember

the nights under the stars?

This is my dearest memory.

Our hearts burning

like fire on the beach.

Now you're just a beautiful memory.

To see you again, I close my eyes.

To see you again, I close my eyes.

I close my eyes.

I close my eyes.

Your smile is calm and your eyes are like fire.

You have the fragrance of a stormy night

You play with the wind, you converse with the clouds.

I leave the sleeping woods,

a child of winter became a daughter of the sun.

Sun for my days without love.

The swallow promises your return.

I close my eyes.

I close my eyes.

I will return

and love will blossom.

That's what your sapphire eyes tell me

Thank you.

Bravo!

Thanks to Laura for this exceptional,

unique, successful performance.

It's not my decision.

An interview. I'll do it next week.

We'll talk about it.

Jean, could you call me a cab? - Acab?

No cab. You can't just leave.

Have a glass of champagne first. - No, thank you.

Go on, a little glass. I insist.

Cheers. To Laura.

Raymond, who'd have thought we would one day be sitting with Laura?

Yet here we are.

It's true, when Jean told us you worked at the factory,

I didn't believe it.

How did that happen?

We're not being nosy, but wasn't there a story with a guy?

It's none of our business. - Yes, Tony...

It's none of our business. - Tony whatsit...

That's enough. - Help me. Tony...

Jones. - Jones, TonyJones. Yes.

After, he dropped you. And that was it, the fall.

Isn't that right?

Good champagne. - Sparkling wine.

Sparkling wine? - Yes.

Music!

Won't you take off your jacket?

No, I have to go back in case they want to go home.

They seemedto be havingfun. - That's true.

You haven't danced with me all evening.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mum?

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

They're the ones who mess up...

We only use top quality meat.

This is Lilianne, our loyal employee.

Today in the factory, yesterday on stage with the great,

like ABBA and Cliff Richards.

Laura, your success was fleeting.

Could yesterday's concert change that?

I just did it to please a friend.

It was for charity, for a sporting friend.

It won't happen again.

It's not part of my projects.

Laura, star for one night.

From stage to factory before returning to the stage?

Time will tell. Audrey Pontzeele for Télé Centre.

It's incredible.

I still have one of your records.

You should have won back then. I didn't get it.

The dice were loaded, huh?

The Swedes cheated, without a doubt.

Hello? - Hello, it's Jean.

Hello?

Lilianne, it'sJean.

Hello?

Go away! I never want to see you again.

Lilianne, it's me. - Go away, Jean!

Famous for the best pâtés in the region,

Porluxe was hiding a former singing star...

Wait! - Areport by Audrey Pontzeele.

Today in the factory, yesterday on stage with the great,

like ABBAand Cliff Richards.

She said no press. - Your success was fleeting.

Could yesterday's concert change that?

I just did it to please a friend.

It was for charity, for a sporting friend.

It won't happen again. It's not part of my projects.

Lilianne!

Lilianne, it'sJean! - Beat it!

It's because of the TV, right?

Not here.

Is that it?

Get on.

Get on!

You swear you had nothing to do with it? - I swear.

And Kenneth meant no harm.

Besides, I wasn't a star for one night.

That's with Claude François. - Ah, yeah.

TonyJones.

Yes, he was my husband.

My manager, my producer, my composer, my accountant.

My everything.

What happened?

What often happens.

Alittle dog upset the skittles, andthere you go.

Fairy tale over.

What little dog?

What little dog...

Why are you so interested?

I'm curious.

What do you think?

Ashapely little bitch?

Right first time.

You shouldn't have stopped singing for that.

I didn't stop anything.

But from then on, things went downhill, and...

Besides, show business...

Do you sleep in it too?

Your jacket.

No, of course not.

Aren't you hot?

Alittle.

Won't you stay for breakfast?

I could go for croissants.

Want me to come back tonight?

I'm back.

Where did you get to? - Kenneth's. I told you.

No, you didn't. Eat a sandwich, quick. We're leaving.

Where? - To the caravan.

Do I have to come?

Dad's installing the new toilet.

He can't do it on his own, with his back.

Can't it wait? - Got better things to do, huh?

No, I... - OK, you're coming.

It was a mistake, Jean.

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

It never should have happened.

I'm sorry.

Can you see us together? - Excuse me.

I have nothingto offer, Jean.

You didn't like it? - Yes, I did.

What, then? - That's not enough.

I want more, a lot more.

Me too.

You're a nice boy.

I don't want to be nice. I want you.

You must leave.

You'll beat that Russian, I'm sure.

You're a champion.

Red.

Red...

Action, courage, confidence, vitality.

Passion.

Getting the shit beat out of you.

And you?

What do you think?

Wait.

Pink.

Ah yes, pink. Beauty...

your little buttocks, love.

I guessed right, then.

I knew it.

You need a lot of love.

I knew the first time I saw you, at the factory.

You need love like a plant needs water.

You need the love of a real man.

You also need the love of your audience.

You want people at your feet,

applause, admiration...

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Why not relaunch your career? - No, no.

No way.

I'm dead and buried. - Nonsense.

I saw you that night. You were radiant on stage.

It's not possible. - Nothing's impossible.

Where there's a will, there's a way. - I have no will.

I do.

Know what?

I'll be your manager.

My manager? You?

Yes, your manager.

What about boxing? - I'm quitting.

Do you always quit so easily?

No, but I'm not good enough. I might as well quit.

But I'll never quit you.

I promise.

I'll take care of you.

You'll be a star again. - I don't want to be a star.

You'll have to get yourself a suit made,

buy a tie, go to the hairdresser,

get a new hairdo.

You'll need business cards,

and you'll have to learn to drink.

You don't take me seriously, huh? - Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

I'm back.

You're spending a lot of time at Kenneth's.

I need a suit.

Asuit?

You'll have to wait, the sales have just ended.

I need a suit now.

Why now?

I'm going to be a manager.

Manager?

Manager of what?

Not boxing, I hope.

No, Lil... Laura's manager.

Who? - Laura.

I don't believe it.

What are you going to do with her?

I have lots to do with her.

Kenneth...

Kenneth... More like Laura.

He's going out with her.

I need a new suit too.

You... you...

You're going out with her?

What about boxing?

I'm not good enough, Dad.

I'd never make it to pro.

Manager is more my thing.

It's ringing, that'll be them.

See? I told you.

Laura Management. Leloup speaking.

Mum?

What am I doing? Training.

Yes, training. What else would I be doing?

That doesn't mean I can't stay fit.

Yes, I'll be home for dinner. See you later.

They'll call.

They'll call.

No, they won't call, Jean.

I'm done. - No, you're not.

You're a nice boy. - No, I'm not.

Laura Management. Jean Leloup.

Ah, Zoltan.

Yes, everything's fine.

How much does she ask? You mean...

500 euros.

Per hour, yes.

It's a deal.

The music has finished,

the crowd slips away.

When the audience is gone, what remains?

The lights go down

and there you are

My guardian angel, you take me in your arms.

Where, where were you

when glory was waning,

the bravos were fading?

Where, where were you

when the silence was closing in?

When the night falls,

doubt comes.

The train to oblivion carries me away.

Where, where were you,

when glory was waning,

the bravos were fading?

Where, where were you,

when silence was crushing me?

In the black night

I could not see

that the star of hope

my angel, was you.

You, you were there.

You will be there

always, for me.

This year, our channel must find our representative

for the European Song Contest.

The channel has decided to open pre-selections to all:

Young, old, new talent, safe bet.

Anyone who feels able to participate.

Right, I'm off.

Sleep well. - You too.

Don't you want to register?

If we find a good composer... - No, out of the question.

I don't know, we could... - No, no.

No.

So, you don't care what I think?

Come here.

Tony?

I'll be right there.

Acomeback...

Why not?

I've heard crazier things.

But...

I'm stunned that you should ask me.

I need new songs.

You can give me some.

Whisky? - Water.

I'd use a pen name.

And I hope your manager can keep his mouth shut.

He doesn't know I'm here.

He's calledJean, my manager.

Pretty boy,

I say yes!

Arms of concrete,

I say yes!

Heart of candy,

I say yes!

Love lives only

where there is desire.

Yes, my love,

let's gather the fruits,

without losing a day

or another night, my darling...

The joy of returning,

you chase away my unhappiness.

You paint with your hand,

the colors of my life.

You wrote that yourself? - Yes.

I have to keep busy.

It's really lovely. - Thank you.

The contest? - The big prize!

How many nights without sleep?

How many days without sun?

The days without love are over.

You smile and you say:

Will you come to Wonderland?

Will you leave the past behind?

Pretty boy, I say yes!

Arms of concrete, I say yes!

Heart of candy, I say yes!

Love lives only where there is desire.

You've still got what it takes.

But the organ...

I deserve to participate in the show.

With your song.

If you get through pre-selection.

There are already 53 candidates.

How do you know? - I'm in the show.

On the jury.

But you have a problem.

It's goingto cost an arm and a leg.

New wardrobe, beauty salon...

going to the hairdresser's every week.

Can your new manager afford all that?

He'll manage fine,

my manager.

I could give you a helping hand.

Alittle loan, 25,000.

No strings attached?

Thank you.

Miss? - Thank you.

And a 2. That's 21 points. Hands together for Félicia.

Don't worry, Félicia, you're young,

you have time to prove your talent. Thank you!

At the end of its life, ladies and gentlemen,

the Phoenix turns into a ball of fire.

It is reduced to ashes and then reborn, brand new.

Ladies and gentlemen, emerging from a pile of ash,

here is the Phoenix of pop: Laura!

Take your place.

And good luck.

How many nights without sleep?

How many days without sun?

The days without love are over.

You smile and you say:

Will you come to Wonderland?

Will you leave the past behind?

Pretty boy,

I say yes!

Arms of concrete,

I say yes!

Heart of candy,

I say yes!

Love lives only

where there is desire.

Yes, my love

let's gather the fruits,

without losing a day

or another night, my darling.

The joy of returning,

you chase away my unhappiness.

You paint with your hand the colors of my life

10 points, fantastic. Agood start.

8 points. Thank you very much.

10 points... 5...

But another 12 points! Amazing!

Laura wins the pre-selection and goes to the final!

Well done!

Congratulations!

Many thanks to our jury.

Lilianne, I'm a real fan. I always knew it would work.

Hi, there. To the final! - Oh la la.

Those pretty words, so well written.

Come here.

Let's drink!

Laura, from the producers. - Thanks.

Aphoto? - Come on, a photo. Gather round.

Here.

Excuse me. - Come on.

Superb! One without the flowers.

Yes, one without the flowers. - Very good.

Smile. - Fantastic.

Great. Magnificent. One more.

Come on, we're thirsty!

Such poetry!

Bye.

One for the road?

Out.

Congratulations, man.

You've done a pretty good job.

Jean, what's wrong?

What's wrong? - What's wrong?

TonyJones, that's what. - TonyJones is in the jury.

Hypocrite, egoist, you sold out to him.

I know you went to see him.

Let me explain! - You know what they call women like you?

I did it for us. For us! - Whores.

For us? For us?

Adrunk, and a schmuck

who carries her bags and does up her dress!

If you hadn't met me, you'd still be in your mother's skirts!

Or being beaten up by another cretin in shorts!

Jean, it was fantastic!

I never thought you... - Leave me alone.

Arms of concrete, I say yes!

Heart of candy, I say yes!

Hello. - Madam?

Could I speak to Jean, please?

No, he's not in.

Could you tell him... - Madam...

I never want to see you again. Good day.

Jean!

Jean!

Beat it or I'll call the police!

The days without love are over...

The days without love are over.

You smile...

and you say:

Will you come to Wonderland?

Will you leave the past behind?

12! And another 12 points, which, if I'm correct, makes 44 points!

Congratulations on your performance, Enrico. Bravo.

Congratulations, thank you.

Let me take you back. - Eddy!

Exceptional!

I can watch what I want, can't I? - Now the next candidate.

Ladies and gentlemen, pay close attention

for the sensational comeback of the year.

At the top of her game: Laura!

How many nights without sleep?

How many days without sun?

The days without love are over

You smile,

and you say:

Will you come to Wonderland?

Will you leave the past behind?

Pretty boy,

I say yes!

Arms of concrete,

I say yes!

Heart of candy,

I say yes!

Love lives only

where there is desire.

Yes, my love,

let's gather the fruits,

without losing a day

or another night, my darling.

The joy of returning,

you chase away my unhappiness.

You paint with your hand

the colors of my life.

Pretty boy... - I say yes!

Arms of concrete... - I say yes!

Heart of candy... - I say yes!

Love lives only where there is desire.

Thank you very much. Bravo!

Congratulations. You've conqueredthe audience.

Thanks to Laura, surely our bravest candidate.

Thank you, dear audience. Now our final candidates:

The Five Boys!

Thank you, Five Boys! Our final candidates tonight.

Voting is now open. The number is on the screen:

4615. For Enrico type 1.

For Dorothée, type 2, for Laura type 3,

and for the Five Boys, type 4!

You must be joking!

We are now lucky to welcome a surprise guest, a quality act

who will play the saxophone on a skateboard.

Yes, you heard: Play a saxophone on a skateboard.

Naturally, during that time, voting is open.

Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!

Laura, in two minutes you must go back on stage.

The stage? - You've won.

Who'd have thoughtthat Laura, this great lady of songs

would have made such a resounding comeback

after 30 years?

As we wait for our winner,

I can say this woman is not unknown.

Her last album was released decades ago,

but she's still at her peak.

Mister?

Mister? Could you do up my zip please?

30 years ago, Laura entered the contest with "Souvenir".

She lost to ABBA, no shame there.

We will soon have the pleasure of seeing Laura on the stage.

We're waiting for Laura, but I hope you're at home here.

There she is!

Laura, everyone's waiting!

It's OK, I've got her.

Our finalist has arrived.

She'll represent us at the European Song Contest

with her song: Pretty Boy!

Please give a big round of applause for Laura!

Get out there!

Lili...

Call an ambulance!

Are you family? - Yes.

Jean?

She's sleeping.

How is she?

Weeds never perish.

Right...

I'll be off.

Thank you.

How are you? - Fine.

I saw it all on TV.

Is there anything I can do? - No.

I'm glad it's...

not as serious as I thought.

I'll let you rest.

Jean...

Thank you for coming.

Don't quit boxing.

You have to stay fit.

I'll never forget you.

It never would have worked, huh?

You and me?

No, never.

Go away. Go.

Thanks to the unknown original translator & uploader. Synchronisation for Makalakato version by HookyB.