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May I hold your hand?

No, you are very ugly.

What happened?

My finger got stuck.

You can do better!

Play.

But no!

What is going on there?

I do not like the piano.

I'm not interested in music.

Why do I have to do it?

Just do it.

Play!

Play.

Interesting read?

It is about cowboys.

Mom... Yes?

Can I have a revolver?

You're crazy!

Not a real, a toy.

No.

War is not a game.

Play the piano.

I want a gun.

There are Hitler's soldiers everywhere and you want a gun?

It's not fair that I pay for your problems with Hitler.

Buy me a gun and play the piano.

No.

What are you doing?

Just looking.

You are not just looking!

You are touching everything with your stinking fingers.

What do you want?

Nothing, ma'am.

Get out of here.

The day of Glory has arrived!

Against us, tyranny

The bloody standard rose

The bloody standard rose

Did you hear in the fields...

A slaughter of our sons and sisters!

Blood, blood is everywhere!

Blood, blood is everywhere!

Very well Brochaut.

Smoking while on duty...

...And perverting youth, Bravo!

But it was he who gave me a smoke.

What are you doing here before opening?

It's for the lad.

He wants...

...his star.

If you were late on a day like this...

...you will be ashamed all your life.

Tell me...

Who do you think you are?

I'm Lucien Ginsburg I'm a Jew.

My father is a pianist at the nightclub.

You are in a hurry to use it?

It is your star. It is you who want us to carry it.

You are very disrespectful.

Why are you not in school?

I left school. I'm in academy of painting in Montmartre.

The academy of painting in Montmartre?

See you...

If they accept trash like you...

...it can't be very good!

You should not talk like that.

Some people are very good at Academy Montmartre.

For example, the SS general Karl Heinz van Mayer.

He likes me very much.

Even offered me a biscuit.

What do you say?

I can present you to him.

It may be good for your career.

What are you drawing?

An adventure...

About a small piano player to whom everybody say:

We don't want to see your face!

And he had no more work.

Even in the bars they shouted "we don't want to see your face."

And as more they shouted as bigger the face grows.

He could't do anything about it.

It just grew enormous.

And made his life a living hell.

He couldn't get away from it.

So he wanted to make it even bigger and blew his cheeks.

So...

Plop!

His voice exploded.

- He died? - No.

It changed to something...

...completely different.

Professor Flipus.

Who is that?

A scary man. But very elegant.

So the people love him.

They love him like the ogres of Grimm's tales.

They love to hate him.

And when the piano plays all are silent.

And what is he playing?

What women want, he is a seducer.

Sorry. We are going to sleep.

No, continue.

You play better at nights.

I came to to ask for permission, I have to leave Paris soon.

I won't be able to come more.

I would like to take with me a picture of you.

There are many models...

But I always wait your turn.

Would you like to pose for me?

I may become a great painter.

- May I get dressed Mr. Big Artist?

- Not really. - Go...

It's not the clothes.

If you are moving I can not work.

I'll stand like that?

- No. - What?

This is the bra.

I don't know how to draw it.

Should I take it off?

Why do you obey?

Because it took you nerve to ask.

I'm very shy.

At last here is a guy who can talk but he is so small!

I can't tell you where I'm going.

But I will write love letters.

And you will loose your heart.

What will you write me?

Perhaps something of Baudelaire.

Perhaps my poems.

You won't know the difference.

- Write then. - No.

When the war is over I will find you.

I'll be very old.

No, I still will like you.

I think not.

I'll seduce women who look like you.

What a pretty girl!

I'm a boy!

Forgive me, little one.

You have a nice mom.

She's my model.

I am a painter.

What is going on? It is Fr

Madame Fr

Well, I messed up...

May I offer you a drink.

So you excuse me.

What do you think about it...

Ducon...?

He is...

is my model too.

My little model.

Waiter!

Bring us some lemonade.

I also had a son.

But with my profession...

I could not take care of him...

I took him to a poor nursery

where they let him starve.

You my little, are you dying from hunger.

Do not touch my dogs. They are dangerous.

I know one of your songs.

- From start to finish? Formidable! Come on, sing!

It is the blue silk?

The...

- No. - It's not that?

All the children sing the blue silk.

I do not

my song is "Cocaine"

But this song is not for children!

There is no right age to be a fool.

The orchestra is playing

a brilliant tango

In my arms was my beloved

And in my hand I took a knife

And my revenge was cruel

I was sad, I was a fool

Murdered my gigolo

In front of his companions,

in his heart I put my knife

Give me some coke

to cloud my head...

Give me some coke

to cloud my head...

Your governess is Miss Laxe.

You'll get along with her.

We have a choir.

Every Wednesday afternoon.

The priest takes care of that.

He is very gentle.

You are in the country. Here everything is calmer.

She has tits...

Can you draw more hair?

Not enough?

Not in the pussy, in the armpits.

I really like.

You're real peasants here!

You too!

Not bad. You draw quite well.

Can you draw Paulette Dubost naked?

The Germans are coming.

With that face you are lost.

Take this ax, go to the forest.

If they see you say you are woodcutter's son...

...You pick up the branches.

Take.

Come. We must hide.

We have a cabin like in The Last of the Mohicans.

Without fire to not attract the enemy.

Lucien!

What do they do here?

You left without eating.

We brought you sausage.

You did well to hide.

They checked everywhere looking for Jews.

Why do you say that to me? It is not my business.

Why do you hide then? I have an appointment.

It's a secret.

Get going. She is coming.

She?

When I have an appointment I'm dating a girl.

How to think I learned...

...to draw that pussy hair?

Lucien, I am cold I waited a long time.

Forgive me for having made you wait.

Today I have to make you sit nude.

You didn't write me a lot.

No.

But I draw you every day.

Could you undress?

I'm naked.

I am a little cold.

I can curl up with you?

If you want.

Lucien, I feel so good.

You want to marry me?

No doubt honey.

Kiss me on the mouth with your tongue.

Well, if you insist.

Then you will have to pose. I'm not paying you for nothing.

Yes.

Tell me a poem, it's turning me on.

Your eyes, do not reveal

Neither sweet nor bitter,

They are two cold jewels made of gold and steel.

To see you walking in cadence, makes me forget everything

It seems a snake dancing to the tune of a cane.

Under the burden of your slumber Your child's head

Is nodding with the softness of a baby elephant.

And your body bends and stretches like a fine ship

That rolls and dips His oars in the water.

As the wave swells from thawing glaciers

When the saliva from your mouth rolls down your teeth,

I want to drink wine of Bohemia Bitter and conquering

A liquid sky that scatters Stars in my heart!

How nice!

Baudelaire in the morning.

I arrived too early?

At dawn, the light is beautiful.

Undress.

Why?

I'm not a model.

Excuse me, in that case...

I stay dressed for now.

Understood. May I help you to settle in.

A good site. The light coming from the left.

May I? That's perfect.

Done.

You always rise so early?

I do not sleep. I play the piano.

Me too. - Ah!

What are you playing?

Bach.

Ah, yes. I do not.

I play in a piano bar.

I have no ambition in this field.

It is only to...

buy paint.

Where do you play?

I would like to go to listen.

You'd rather not.

I can not prohibit.

And if you do not say where?

Ah!

Then it will be more fun.

I'll find out.

And if you forbid it?

It will be even better.

I'll follow you in secret.

I'm not a jukebox!

You are makeing fun of me?

It is because you have blue eyes

your hair is exploding in the sun

Like a burst of fire

It is because

you are 20.

You are chewing life like a red fruit

that is torn from a tree, laughing...

Is it yours?

Aznavour.

You think everything is permitted...

...that comes in your your head.

Grieving for a moment ready to start again.

You play with my heart

...Like a spoiled child

requiring a toy to reduce it to crumbs.

Strange - canvases of the master scattered all around!

Yes.

Hang those that are yours.

He spends all evenings searching his name in the newspapers.

If there is no single word about Salvador Dali...

it gets him mad.

I do the same.

But my name never appears.

It is a tragedy.

Absolutely.

I can not draw you.

But I'm very easy to draw.

Yes.

But...

I want to kiss you.

So I can not concentrate.

Well...

How do you think Klimt worked?

Drawing irresistible girls...

sticking their fingers in various places.

And yet his drawings are accurate.

With perfect lines.

I do not know.

I'm excited even when you are dressed

Ah.

Lucien...

Yes?

I guess...

Klimt...

made love before drawing.

I'll Finish later.

Not in the bed of Dali.

I would not dare in the bed of Dali.

Elisabeth, I can not sleep.

Count animals.

Think of an animal that soothes you.

Perhaps a panda.

Imagine a fat panda crossing bamboo grove...

and disappearing.

Now think of a second panda...

he looks at you.

And disappears.

A third...

So many pandas distress me.

Somebody is talking in my head.

When I'm not writing or drawing...

he speaks even more...

I do not know how to get rid of him.

It is not me. It is another voice.

Yes.

You are owned by the devil.

Some are.

They have it inside.

Do not laugh!

But "devil" means double

It's something to talk to.

All the great minds has a devil.

How do I sleep then?

Listen.

Stop the painting and all nonsense. I'll bring you luck.

But I love the painting.

Elisabeth what do you say...

She is sound asleep.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Treat yourself.

I am your face.

Do not you recognize your dirty face?

You've grown.

You have become disgusting.

What do you want from me?

I have something to propose you.

Who are you talking to?

With my face. It's nothing.

Elisabeth I can not sleep.

So you woke me up.

All the world's problems?

You would not understand.

I'm possessed by the devil.

Certainly!

If we make love will you sleep?

Eh?

Well, Me too.

But seriously...

I think I need an exorcism.

Oh yeah?

Wait...

I'm very good at it.

Show me.

You know Yiddish folklore?

A little. And a bit of Russian.

And jazz.

Please mind your manners and no silly jokes.

Children are very fragile.

They are sick? Nobody told me.

The parents of tees kids...

It is difficult to describe these children.

Sometimes they are like petrified.

This is not for me. Sorry.

Perhaps you could try?

Just for today, help me out.

Come on.

Let

Go!

I'm Lucien, take the instruments.

Let's see what you have learned.

Now you.

No, I...

I'm lost when I have to improvise.

Do you play the piano like your father!

I changed the chords of Django...

Django could not write music.

And then?

He was looking at his guitar.

Just watch the guitar...

and tell a story.

It's that simple.

With words?

No, only with notes.

In minor?

Django did not know chords and notes.

But knew how to play music.

See you next week?

About the guitar...

Go!

You work day and night.

And show me in a week.

Ready...

Would you like to play like Django Reinhardt?

He plays with two fingers.

The rest...

is not not needed.

The rest...

you can sacrifice.

Look... with only two fingers.

Shit!

That's right.

It is necessary to sacrifice some things.

I told you to stop painting.

And look...

how it all ended.

Have you seen your wife?

What about her? I like her.

No.

You liked her before.

You're a bastard.

It is a Rubens, she looks like a hippo.

With a "D" like a "marshmallow"

And as regards to hippolady

It's because I get everything in bulk

Oh, what suspense my hippolady

With a "D" like in "relax"

The springs creak under my hippolady

but it I feels good on your skin

This is no small thing This hippolady

With a "D" As in "Gigolo"

When I am with my hippolady...

I'm hustling for him

I sell everything about everything

And if you are a failure

You can say I'm a hot female

The tricks don't move me

my heart belongs to Antoine only

my feeling is so deep

that only he has made to the bottom

Antoine, the fanatic.

With me he is not so cocky

I'm your girl I'm your girl.

Antoine is my true love.

Bravo!

The creation of Lucien Ginsburg.

It smells of success?

I'm going back to painting.

Stop the nonsense.

Oh, Boris Vian.

It's your opportunity...

he has come to listen.

I told him I'm singing your songs.

Just heard your last song.

Fine. Keep it that way, buddy.

Once upon a time a wooden leg

Was looking for an owner

She said: "If in fact nobody loves me,

I do not care if I get a bullet in the heart"

Arrived on the battlefield

faced the machine guns

later met a cannonball

whistling at full blast

She said "My friend, I like your mouth

Before you kill the Cossacks

be friend and make a detour...

before leaving for the attack.

But the problem is I do not like the peasants.

And so I need your help,

dodge the Cossacks, find me that French officer.

It's too bad.

Shut up!

If you can severe his leg, and gangrene won't kill him

I'll be his trusted wooden leg

Formidable.

But I...

I need not think a little...

About what?

My stage presence.

Ah, yes, yes.

That bothers you.

Yes.

You dance awfully.

I never dance.

In addition I have an ugly face.

No.

No.

Not so ugly.

You want to be run over.

No, just waiting a taxi.

Somebody has to stop.

May I wait with you? Of course.

The street belongs to everyone.

I have a double that follow me.

I believe that.

You have one too?

It's a werewolf.

I am nothing without him.

Ah.

All the singers have one?

All the poets...

- What do you do? - We wait for a taxi.

Perhaps you can give us a lift?

"Freres Jacques" already are with me.

I love them.

Look.

Everyone is here.

Grumpy.

Simpleton.

Happy

And? - Sleepy.

Sleepy.

I'm drinking

Systematically

To forget the friends of my wife

I'm drinking, systematically

To forget all my miseries

I'm drinking too much

I see pink elephants

Spiders on the waistcoat of my smoking jacket

Bats in the roof

of the lounge

Salon.

I'm drinking...

in my spare time

for not to see my face.

I'm drinking without fun

for not to remind me that it's time to quit.

- For love... - I'm drinking...

And even more

Always...

- I'm drinking... Those pink elephants

Spiders on my waistcoat

Systematically

Bats hanging from the ceiling

All my troubles

- I'm drinking... - I'm drinking...

I'm drinking...

I'm drinking

Coffee? A sandwich?

What time is it?

We are always on time. Breakfast for the pianist!

Incredible.

We are real athletes...

our muscles are in the service of the song.

I presumed the dance is only for a scene

This profession asks for complete dedication.

You will learn it.

I'll have a fight with my girlfriend.

She won't believe you fed me with sandwiches.

We need the audience to believe!

You don't know her. She's very jealous.

I have to go. Thank you.

You're not going anywhere.

You haven't paid.

I can not pay, I'm broke.

Then sing us something.

- Okay. But quickly.

I'm an inspector in Les Lilas station

people are passing me by without a glance

There is neither sun underground, nor jokes about streetlights.

To kill the boredom I have pages of Readers' Digest

Not bad.

Continue.

Where they write,

That people travel to Miami

while I'm minding my business here under ground.

There is no worse job than punching tickets in the cave.

And then?

I have to go. Or my girlfriend will make noise.

Okay, you may go.

Just leave us the song...

Mister...?

Lucien Ginsburg.

Ah no, you should change it.

Your name sounds like hairdresser.

I'm an inspector in Les Lilas station

Arts-et-Metiers direction Levallois

I'm fed up working in this asshole

Just want to run away and leave my cap on the nail

One fine day I shall run away only God knows where

I'll hit the highway whatever it takes

even if I had to be carried with my feet first.

I'm punching holes, small holes, then even smaller holes.

And smaller, and smaller

And the moment will come

when I'll take a gun

to make a hole, a last small hole

the last smallest hole.

And then I'll be put in a big hole where they don't know

...about holes, small holes...

Thank you, it was...

the first concert of Gainsburg.

Written and composed by...

...Serge Gainsbourg.

That's you?

Absolutely.

Wonderful. I am a singer.

- Serge, we are going? - Yes.

If you want a song...

write to my parents, Chaptal street, Paris 9.

I'm an inspector in Les Lilas station

I don't see much art in it

My son is a star

A star

but every week he visits his parents.

And every time they say: Your songs are trash.

Yes dad.

Anyway I'm proud.

I have several letters for you.

Give me them.

It is not my business...

but the envelopes are so awfully adorned.

They don't look like business letters!

If your girlfriend will see them...

she'll het mad.

Mom?

What do I say if she finds them?

Mom dreams that you leave her.

But to leave and to be unfaithful...

May I read them?

You can read those.

Those I shall keep.

Why?

You have any secrets? - No.

Those are business.

Then why do you hide them?

Do not insist. - It is human nature.

To Adam and Eva God gave all the garden of Eden.

He forbade only one tree.

And that was the only thing that interested them.

I know, dad.

And now God says: Leave me be!

That's mother. Hide them!

A family of idiots.

Lucien is here and nobody says me that.

I arrived just now.

Will you stay for dinner?

No.

I'll give you some borscht?

No thank you, your jars

usually get open and stain everything.

Take.

Why do I give it all to you

if your girlfriend throws it all out.

- How can you say that? - Don't you know her.

Lucien.

Who is the girl who writes you?

You think I should tell you?

That concerns my work. No, dad?

A singer?

I wont tell you.

Famous?

You won't guess.

Her name is Juliette Greco.

Who is Juliette Greco?

I don't want you to go to her.

You're exaggerating.

Exaggerating?

Do you know any wife driving her husband to Greco in the night

because he doesn't have a licence?

Next time we'll take a taxi.

Go in, what are you waiting for?

Let me be.

I'll have to get my courage.

Go

Enter - Shut up!

Do you want me to tell you?

I am right beside you.

If you want to seduce Greco, go on.

But

I am going to sell my songs, not to seduce Greco!

That is why she invited you in the middle of the night

just to hear you sing?

Leave me be.

Mr. Gainsbourg,

please go to the hall...

...and wait.

I have a night off.

Shit!

Are you cleaning?

I have a maid to do it.

This is glass, you are barefoot...

you can get hurt.

The only hurt one here is you.

You like this painting?

Eh... no.

I could say that I like it...

...just to please you.

A rose. For whom?

I love your songs.

I love you.

Then we have something in common.

We love mutually.

Excuse me. I'm petrified.

I shall laugh...

behind the piano.

You have such a blue eyes

and your hair...

challenging the sun.

If I wanted to listen to Aznavour...

I wouldn't have invited you.

Eh...

It is called...

...La Javanaise.

I did not suffer for you my love.

Before I heard of you.

Do not be so sad while

we are dancing La Javanaise

Our love will last

while lasts this song.

I like that.

How do you dance it?

I don't dance very well.

Let me?

Do not be so sad while

we are dancing La Javanaise

Our love will last

while lasts this song.

April usually gets me in the mood for love.

Are you expecting somebody?

They are coming for you.

You're coming, Serge?

I wanted to see in you

this love

Do not be so sad while

dancing la Javanaise

Our love will last

while lasts this song.

You never sleep?

Never, Honey.

Come.

I'm not sleeping too.

I hear the voices in my head.

You too?

Hold me in your arms.

Come.

Serge, come?

Serge...

Coming?

Are we going back to Greco?

To Greco? Of course not!

Bring me to my parents.

She loves your songs.

My songs are on thing...

my face - another.

You are wrong.

I'll leave you with your parents and go to Greco.

Not without me!

That is music!

Great!

You'll sell it three times!

Two to your parents...

and third to yourself. Write to Johnny Hallyday.

I prefer to die.

- Then to Sheila? - Leave me alone!

I do not write for adolescents.

For those rereading "Lolita"?

- That's different. I like to corrupt minors.

Let's do it.

You have to give them what they want.

Just make one and another.

Make the poisoned apples.

Maybe so.

Have a 20 year old...

and make her into an object of scandal.

France Gall?

Ah, no.

I already have an appointment with her father.

I won't go, France Gall...

You know her father?

Mr Gainsbourg, ready to see the eyes?

Easy money.

Don't be a cynic, you could be popular and demanding.

The taste of youth is a mystery...

They like to be surprised.

Not always.

Smoke? - No.

Without dad watching?

It's a pity but I obey him.

You like my songs?

My dad likes them.

- This is not an answer. - Yes!

He has a good taste.

Everybody likes the songs he choses.

You don't want to vomit of them?

Why?

A professor of painting once told me...

if your parents like your work then it is a piece of shit.

Wouldn't you like a dirty song?

No!

Look, it amazes you.

My songs are my work.

It is not to amaze me.

If my dad...

Let's hide something in there.

A story about a girl who loved lollypops.

And?

She is sucking them for money...

Is that for kids?

Honey.

Sing for us.

About love

you have your own ideas, when you like it and when no

poor you

alone and abandoned

You'll wake up married

perhaps against your will

The wedding night

is too late to be sorry

Sing and dance Baby Pop

Like tomorrow Baby Pop

Won't exist Baby Pop

Will never come

Sing and dance Baby Pop

Like tomorrow Baby Pop

early in the morning Baby Pop

you are going to die

Magnificent! It's a hit!

You'll get rich because of my daughter!

Stop the music.

I have a letter from the bank.

I sold my soul to the devil?

The good news is.