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♪ No more smiles, No more tears
♪ No more prayers, No more fears
[New York, February 16, 1959]
♪ Nothing left, Why go on?
♪ When your lover is gone.
Hurry! She collapsed 10 minutes ago.
♪ Will the shouts and the bells
♪ bring him back
♪ to my arms ?
♪ Must each man go to war
♪ Evermore, evermore
♪ While some lone woman stands
♪ Empty heart, empty hands♥
♪ When the time came to part
The ambulance is on its way.
♪ From the depths of my heart
♪ Came a great lonely cry
♪ Heaven have mercy
Saint Theresa, little baby Jesus, don't abandon me.
Give me strength. I want to live. Restore me to life.
[♪ music box, Hymne à l'amour]
Paris, Belleville, 1918
- Why are you crying? - Get outta here, you brats!
I get bored. ♪ Moi, je m'ennuie.
It's a lifelong ♪ C'est dans ma vie
habit of mine. ♪ Une manie
Can't help it. ♪ Je n'y peux rien
What are you doing here?
Why are you crying? Are you all alone?
Where's your mummy?
Wherever I go ♪ Partout je traîne
I drag my chain ♪ comme une chaîne
of great pain ♪ ma lourde peine
and nothing more ♪ sans autre bien
It's a lifelong ♪ c'est dans ma vie
habit of mine ♪ Une manie
I just get bored. ♪ Moi je m'ennuie
Some mother! You're not worth the rope it'd take to hang you!
- I gotta earn a living. I'm a singer! - Look at the state of your daughter!
I look after her very well!
Louis, I can't wait any longer. I've had it up to here with Belleville.
An agent told me that with my talent I should try Constantinople
just like the Great Frehel.
Good news for our acrobat?
Yeah, sure, Clemenceau sends his regards.
I left Edith with my mother.
Mama Aïcha will take care of her till my career takes off.
Louis, I won't wait till you get back.
Anetta.
(I'm fed up with your baby!)
Anybody home?
Edith?
Edith.
Louis?
You're done (taking care of her)!
[Bernay, Normandy, 1918]
[radio: Joséphine Baker La Petite Tonquinoise]
♪ Il m'appelle sa petite bourgeoise Sa Tonquiqui, sa Tonquinoise
♪ Yen a qui m'font les doux yeux Mais c'est lui que j'aime le mieux
What have we here?
Your granddaughter, Edith.
What an odd name.
Not too healthy looking.
Come with me.
What are you doing here?
What a cutie! What's your name?
- Got nothing better to do, Titine? - The upstairs toilet's busy.
You got lovely blue eyes, you know?
I'm listening.
I gotta get back.
I'll be demobbed soon. Then I'll go back to being an acrobat.
- I came to see the little pumpkin. - Get out!
- I'm done with my customers, Mama Louise. - Watch the entrance.
Where's her mother?
Dunno.
You wanna leave her here?!
- People will talk. - They've always got something to say.
Isn't she coming to Mass?
- We'll miss the sermon. - The world doesn't revolve around her.
- I heard we have a baby. - May we see her?
- Not a baby, a girl. Want some bread? - C'mon, bugger off, everybody.
Let's ask her for a song.
You could sing at the Casino de Paris if you weren't a redhead.
Shh, shh, shh...
One night I went swimming ♪ Un soir je me faisais une pleine eau
in my birthday suit, ♪ Pour tout maillot j'avais la peau
With no one looking at me, ♪ Nul ne pouvait me voir
but the night sky. ♪ que le ciel noir
The moon suddenly appeared, ♪ La lune soudain vint s'exhiber
I meant to tell her "keep this quiet" ♪ J'allais lui dire "ta bouche bébé"
When I heard nearby ♪ Quand j'entendis près de moi
A heartfelt cry. ♪ un cri d'émoi
A man stood on a rock, ♪ Y avait un homme sur un rocher
Not too far off. ♪ Pas assez haut
The man cried "Oh!" ♪ L'homme a fait "Ho !"
And me in the water, ♪ Et moi dans l'eau
I, too, cried "oh!" ♪ Moi j'ai fait "Ho !"
He saw me naked. ♪ Il m'a vue nu-e
Totally starkers. ♪ Toute nu-e [Mistinguett]
Without a thing to cover my thingy, ♪ Sans cache-trucmuche, soutien-machin
I blushed until morning. ♪ J'en ai rougi jusqu'au matin
He saw me naked, ♪ Il m'a vue nu-e
Totally starkers. ♪ Toute nu-e
Out of respect for human decency, ♪ Je me suis par respect humain
I covered my face with my hands. ♪ Voilé la face de mes deux mains
But, I think that ♪ Mais je crois bien
By this reckless gest ♪ Que par ce geste irréfléchi
I neglected to cover ♪ J'ai négligé de voiler
The bits that were the best. ♪ quelques petits chichis
He saw me naked ♪ Il m'a vue nu-e
Totally starkers. ♪ Toute nu-e
More than totally starkers... ♪ Plus que nu-e...
Titine! Open up, that's enough, now.
- What's she up to, now? - She's in there with Edith.
- Open this door, now! - No! - What's the matter with her?
Nothing. Go get ready. The customers will soon be here.
- Open up, or you'll regret it! - I can't work.
- You don't wanna work?
- What do you think this is, a hotel? - I'll watch Edith, tonight.
You're not gonna watch anything.
It's me. Allez, open up. Your Legionnaire's here tonight.
I don't care. He's a liar, always making up stories.
Stop this, Titine.
Come out, or you'll end up on the street so fast it'll make your head spin.
I've had it with your playacting!
I'll open, but, no more nonsense.
[New York, May 8, 1959]
Doug!
What? You jealous?
I'll have the Billie Holiday records delivered to the hotel.
Thanks, Loulou.
Billie and I were born the same year. Funny, huh?
I brought you my sketches.
You want to see them after this, or wait till tonight?
Later cheri. First I must sing that great twat's song.
- It's from before your time. - What?
- Nothing. - Whenever you're ready.
Allez.
I'm ready.
Allez.
OK.
♪ Allez venez Milord
♪ Vous asseoir à ma table
♪ Il fait si froid dehors
♪ Ici c'est confortable
♪ Laissez-vous faire Milord
♪ Et prenez bien vos aises
♪ Vos peines sur mon coeur
♪ Et vos pieds sur une chaise
♪ Je vous connais, Milord
♪ Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
♪ Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
♪ Une ombre de la rue
♪ Pourtant, je vous ai frôlé
♪ Quand vous passiez hier
♪ Vous n'étiez pas peu fier, dame
♪ Le ciel vous comblait
♪ Votre foulard de soie
♪ Flottant sur vos épaules
♪ Vous aviez le beau rôle
Go beddy-byes, now, little mouse.
♪ Vous marchiez en vainqueur au bras d'une demoiselle
♪ Mon dieu qu'elle etait belle
It's Jeanne!
Jeanne! What is it?
Why is there blood? Tell us!
He wanted to play doctor with his instruments.
The bastard!
Titine!
- We gotta tell Madame. - She'll kill me. It hurts!
Titine !
I can't see anything.
- Well, doctor? - Her health is fragile.
It's her cornea. She's suffering from keratitis.
Is she blind?
It's an inflammation.
We'll need to be patient. It may last for months.
This is for the pharmacist.
Thanks.
Whose child is she?
Nobody.
Oopla! Allez!
Thérèse, I never ask for much.
Now, I ask you to hear little Edith.
Go on, Edith, tell her. She's listening.
Thérèse, I don't wanna be blind. I want to see.
She's bruised all over. Go on.
I wanna learn to read. And run like before.
I don't wanna be blind.
Saint Thérèse, ask baby Jesus to take care of Edith.
Go on.
Thank you, Saint Thérèse and baby Jesus.
Thank you.
♪ Rien de rien
♪ Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi
♪ Rien, rien, rien
That's it, we're here, Edith.
♪ Rien de rien
♪ Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi
♪ Rien, rien, rien Il ne se passe jamais rien
Louise?
Hurry.
Say you, come here.
♪ Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi
♪ Rien, rien, rien. Il ne se passe jamais rien.
She can see...
She can see!
Titine, get up!
- What is it? - He's back. He's taking Edith.
Get dressed.
He can't do this to me!
I can't believe you're back at your old racket.
She'll get to see the world.
Better go, now.
Edith!
Titine, Titine!
No one can take my girl away.
Let her go!
Enough!
Stop it, or I'll toss you out on your ear!
You have no right!
You treat us like dirt!
You shouldn't have told her.
- You con't do this to me! - Go!
Titine, Titine!
That's it, I'll kill myself.
We're at Orly airport. The first passengers are coming out.
I see her. It's Edith Piaf! With a young man on her arm.
- Mlle Piaf, what do you bring from America? - An American.
What's his name?
Edith, please! Edith, please...
Dragged off by the crowd, just as in her song, "Emportée par la foule"
A flower bouquet as she gets in her black-and-white Versailles.
Exhausted, yet, still smiling.
Quiet! I wanna propose a toast!
Are you nuts?
Nuts, yourself!
The sick lady needs a little help.
Hey, accordeonist, spilled wine brings good luck.
Watch it, or you'll get it in your face.
You're just in time. Get the manager.
I want him to comp me some champagne.
I'm Edith Piaf and I messed up.
OK, hugs and kisses all around! Even if you can't stand each other!
Allez, Claude.
Doug my love, I love you.
Oh, I wanna kiss you, Edith!
- Who's the slut? - No idea.
- Is the beef tartare spicy? - Where's your handsome co-worker?
- Don't embarrass her. - Who asked you, Coquatrix?
Well?... Mademoiselle?
Mme Edith Piaf, what an honour! What can I do for you?
- A lot. I'd like a comp. - Naturally.
Well...
I had wanted champagne, but, now, I'll take a ring.
A big one, studded with diamonds, OK?
Don't bother, we'll take the champagne. Thanks.
I wanna drink to the love I feel for all of you.
I need to stand for that. Help me up.
Let's all drink to Marguerite.
To my composer and most loyal friend in this business.
Don't blush so much, Marguerite, you'll make us all cry.
- Take a picture, it'll last longer. - No, I'd rather not.
Fizzy and alcoholic, that's all you need!
- Claude's doing, again? - You're busting my buns, Loulou.
It's been a year since I set foot in Paris.
We were celebrating, is all.
Stop playing the lovesick puppy.
I'm expecting someone, don't get too comfortable.
I came about your scheduled engagements.
It's not just you, out there.
Remember my outfit the first night at Gerney's?
A bag lady!
But, she looked at me like I was a princess.
But, you WERE a princess, Princess.
- To Marguerite. - To Marguerite.
A toast to all who are waiting for me to fail.
All who think they've fooled me. Your health!
- A problem, Louis? - Don't worry it's just his usual moping.
You should go, now, we're busy.
You're not here to enjoy the show. Lace me up.
You're here to work. You can't be a child, here.
You're here to earn your keep. That's enough!
You little shit! You've wrecked my exit!
Filthy brat!
Go to the trailer and prepare dinner.
Mesdames et messieurs, let's have a big hand for
Louis, the Antipodean Contortionist!
Cute kid.
- How old is she? - Ten.
No mother?
What for?
You must be lonely.
You might invite me to your trailer for a calvados?
C'mon.
Do you know who I am?
I'm Thérèse.
Are your eyes fine, my angel?
Yes.
You're adorable, Edith. Who will you pray for, tonight?
I'll pray for Titine.
Very well, Edith, I'll watch over you.
Never forget,
when you're alone, I'll always be there.
I've had it with you! I told you to change that wheel.
Louis, we're all in this mess together, so lend a hand!
- I don't give a shit! - Then, get out!
Don't leave just like that, in a fit of anger!
I can't stand having a boss! Especially Caroli, he's a bad boss.
- You've had too much to drink. - I'll earn more on my own.
Where would you do that? Circuses don't grow on trees.
I've always managed very well, alone.
- I was just getting used to you. - Well get un-used to me!
Saint Thérèse,
make him change his mind. I wanna stay in the circus.
Edith... Edith... Edith!
He sure is folded up!
What about the girl's acrobatic act?
Coming up... Do something.
Before they leave, do something, quick.
Go on, do something.
Come, sons of the fatherland ♪ Allons enfants de la patrie
Our day of glory has arrived ♪ Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Against us tyranny's ♪ Contre nous de la tyrannie
bloody standard is raised ♪ L'étendard sanglant est levé
Do you hear in the countryside ♪ Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
The bellowing of fierce soldiers? ♪ Mugir ces féroces soldats
Who come at arm's length ♪ Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
To slit the throats of your children and wives! ♪ Egorger vos fils et vos compagnes.
To arms citizens ♪ Aux armes, citoyens!
Form your battallions ♪ Formez vos bataillons!
Let us march, march ♪ Marchons, marchons,
So that their impure blood ♪ Qu'un sang impur
Shall irrigate our fields! ♪ Abreuve nos sillons.
Bravo!
Merci.
That's my daughter.
I'm sick of carrot juice.
As long as I'm your nurse, it's carrot juice for you.
I prefer the darkness, Simone.
Look what lovely weather! The sun will do you good. - No.
Edith, I know it's hard, but, you need a lot of rest,
and patience.
- Your husband called, he wanted... - Nothing I can do about it.
What really gets me down is that I overdid it.
The past 3 years have been a disaster.
Edith, you're an artiste.
- Simone? - Yes, Edith.
I'll never sing again, will I?
[♪ Cri du coeur]
♪ C'est pas seulement ma voix qui chante
♪ C'est l'autre voix, une foule de voix,
♪ Voix d'aujourd'hui ou d'autrefois Des voix marrantes, ensoleillées
♪ Désespérées, émerveillées Voix déchirantes et brisées
♪ Voix souriantes et affolées Folles de douleur et de gaieté.
♪ C'est la voix d'un chagrin tout neuf...
- What's the matter? - I' feel peckish.
♪ La voix d'un pauvre fugitif, La voix d'un noyé qui fait plouf.
♪ C'est la voix d'une enfant qu'on gifle
♪ C'est la voix d'un oiseau craintif
♪ La voix d'un moineau mort de froid Sur le pavé de la rue de la joie
♪ Et toujours, toujours quand je chante
♪ Cet oiseau-là chante avec moi
♪ Toujours, toujours encore vivante Sa pauvre voix tremble pour moi
♪ Si je disais tout ce qu'il chante...
We'll sing for half an hour, then we chow down.
If I sing alone, it looks like I'm begging.
But, with you it's a show.
I'll sing over there.
♪ C'est près d'une gouttière à matous
♪ Dans une mansarde n'importe où...
Hey, you!
You're not allowed to sing in the street.
No?
- How old are you? - Twenty.
What's that?
- She hardly drank anything. - Come here.
You know 'Du Gris'?
♪ Eh, monsieur une... - Shut up!
If you sing it, I'll leave you alone.
I'll go down there, off my beat. Out of sight, out of mind.
♪ Hé monsieur, une cigarette!
♪ Une cibiche, ça n'engage à rien
♪ Si je te plais, on fera la causette
♪ T'es gentil, t'as l'air d'un bon chien
♪ Tu serais moche, ce serait la même chose
♪ Je te dirais quand même que t'es beau
♪ Pour avoir t'en devines bien la cause
♪ Ce que je te demande, une pipe, un mégot
Next week is the 21st. Sisters for 5 years.
You prefer life with me or working at the Wonder factory?
I'd take a shiv to my own throat, rather than continue there.
- How about you? - Me, what?
- Slaving in your shitty little dairy? - Stop it Momone, I'm trying to eat.
Anetta, don't make a scene, eh?
She's hanging around again.
Edith?
Got any change?
- That's all? - It's all I got.
I'm not Croesus' daughter, as you, well, know.
- Give me some bills. - Don't have any.
- I'm your mother. - Get out!
- Want me to sing you a song? - Etienne, throw her out!
I'm an artiste! What are you?
You'll see!
- What'll I see? - When you're hard up.
- OK, calm down or leave! - When they treat you like a turd...
Piss off!
...it won't be your daughter feeding you.
- Leave us alone. - I'm outta here.
You can sit and finish my potatoes.
- You're no singer, you shit! - Let her be or I'll give you one.
Momone, let's get outta this dump!
Eat shit ma!
Go! Ply your trade!
Before your ass is no longer in demand!
Merci Madame.
♪ Le coeur joyeux Comme des moineaux
♪ L'hiver viendra et mon seul bien
♪ Ce pauvre corps qui, je le sens bien
♪ Déjà se lasse
♪ Tombera sur le pavé brutal
♪ Je passerai sur un lit d'hôpital Un soir d'angoisse
♪ Pas plus mauvaise que beaucoup
♪ J'aurais préféré malgré tout
♪ Dans ma détresse
♪ Un homme qui m'eût aimée d'amour
♪ Pour avec lui finir mes jours
♪ Dans un nid chaud
♪ Comme un moineau !
Merci.
You'll ruin your voice, singing like that.
- Gotta eat, M'sieur. - Certainly.
Here... I'm Louis Leplée.
My card. Come to Gerney's, at two, tomorrow.
We'll see what we can make of you.
- You sing, too? - No, but I can do lots of stuff.
Come with the songs you usually sing.
What if I don't come?
Do as you wish, my girl.
♪ Je t'aime pourtant
♪ D'un amour ardent
What's this? You're out and about all day,
I place my trust in you, and you bring me this?
I kept a bit for my father. He's sick and broke.
- So, now, I'm funding Salvation Army?! - I swear, it's true, he's sick.
I'll pimp you out on the streets,
then you'll see what it means to work.
Let her go!
Never, never! I'd rather blow my brains out than turn tricks!
If she offs herself, it'll be your fault.
Shut your trap!
I want more, got that?
Or you'll spread your thighs, like the others.
Spread your own thighs.
Albert, I'm sorry!
- Stay, I'm begging you! - Let that asshole go.
Etienne, give her a drink.
- Wanna come with us, to the Chinese? - Who's "us"?
The two Italians, le Gros, Popoche.
Plenty of what it takes: coke, opium. And a bit of human warmth.
Just because I slept with you once,
doesn't mean I'll sleep with you every night, all right?
- Stop it. - Shall I explain?
I don't give a fuck about your crap, you know why?
Huh, no? You dumb cunt. Because, I'm an artiste.
And I'm gonna make it. I know it. I've always known it!
It's my little flame.
Saint Thérèse, I see great things.
[♪ Mon homme]
♪ Dans les bals, j'ai couru Afin de l'oublier, j'ai bu...
- Get a load of that look! - It's a sickly look.
Where did he dig her up?
♪ ...Je suis comme un chien
♪ Je l'ai tellement dans la peau
♪ J'en suis dingo...
She's incredible, Louis.
Philippo, Champagne.
- The boss is in love. - Still, she does have pipes!
♪ En avoir un dans la peau...
- The kid's all right, eh, Louis? - Your venom's showing, Josette.
♪ Et j'dis qu'il faut qu'on pardonne
♪ Quand une femme se donne
- Tell me your name again? - Edith Giovanna Gassion.
- Hmm, not terrific. - I have other names when I sing.
Huguette Helias, Tania...
- Denise Jay. - Ah, Jay.
- Oh, you do your nails! - That's not the point.
- You make me think of a bird. - Oh yeah? How'bout that?
La Môme, Moineau* is taken. - Yes, taken. (*Kid, Sparrow)
Sparrow...
Where you're from a sparrow is 'piaf'? That's it, eh, piaf?
- La Môme, Piaf. - Stroke of genius!
- La Môme, Piaf* is kinda dumb. - Nonsense! (The Kid, Piaf)
- La Môme Piaf! - Truly, a stroke of genius!
You'll need repertoire worthy of your name: Nini peau de chien,
La Valse brune, all Bruant's classics, Les Mômes de la Cloche...
- That one, I know! - Work on them every night, if need be.
You start, Friday.
Evening, Madame, show's about to start.
- Better check on your "Kid". - What is it?
- Seems she likes the sauce. - I'm on my way.
Philippo, no more alcohol backstage.
- What are you up to? - I hadn't finished knitting it.
- I'm fixing the sleeve. - Now?! With a full house?
All the more reason! She can't go on looking like a vagrant!
Look, our star singer, dressing the newcomer.
- Yeah, that's right. - Girls, let's hurry.
- I feel like I'm gonna barf. - Now's not the time. Hurry up.
A few days ago, on my way home, chance, or destiny led me
to cross paths with the lady you'll see tonight.
Here she is, exactly as I first saw her: a diamond in the rough.
From the streets to Gerny's, La Môme Piaf.
[♪ Les Mômes de la cloche]
♪ D'un bout à l'autre de la semaine
♪ Sur les Boulevards, dans les faubourgs,
♪ On les voit traîner par centaines
♪ Leurs guêtres sales et leurs amours
♪ Dans des chemises de dix jours
♪ Sous la lumière des réverbères
♪ Prenant des airs de Pompadour
♪ Ce sont nos belles ferronnières
♪ Ce sont nos poupées, nos guignols, nos pantins
♪ Ecoutez dans la nuit
♪ elles chantent ce refrain
♪ C'est nous les mômes Les mômes de la cloche
♪ Clochards qui s'en vont Sans un rond en poche
♪ C'est nous les paumées Les purées de paumées
♪ Qui sommes aimées Un soir n'importe où
♪ Mais comme elles n'ont pas les toilettes
♪ Qu'il faut pour les quartiers rupins
♪ Ce n'est pas aux Galeries Lafayette
♪ Qu'elles vont faire chaque soir leur turbin
♪ Le long du Canal Saint Martin
♪ Au Sébasto, à la Chapelle
We're like sisters.
♪ Pour le monsieur qui vous appelle
♪ C'est de l'article populaire, ce n'est pas du beau joujou
♪ Ya pas de poupées en soie
♪ aux bazars à trente sous
♪ C'est nous les paumées Les purées de paumées
♪ Qui s'en vont dormir dans l'horrible trou
- Did I lie? - She's stunning.
♪ Pas même une personne
♪ Quéqu'ça fout
♪ On s'en fout
♪ Quand la mort nous fauche
♪ C'est notre plus beau jour
♪ Cloches, sonnez pour
♪ Les mômes de la cloche
- Bravo! - Bravo!
Bravo!
May I present the great Jean Mermoz.
This is for you.
Thank you.
Come, Edith.
You've got them now, and tomorrow, and every night after that.
I'm going to introduce you to someone who can do a lot for you.
Bravo Mademoiselle, you have a lot of talent.
Bravo!
Good evening, my name is Marguerite Monnot. I'm a pianist.
If, someday, you need music, I'd be delighted compose for you.
- Thank you. - Come.
Edith, this is M. Jacques Canetti. Artistic director of Radio Cité.
Mademoiselle, you've blown me away. Thank you.
- Come sit with us. - I can't stay...
What else can you have to do?
Thank you.
What's with her?
Marvellous, marvellous.
- Lemme go or I'll... - Mollo!
I'll pop you one!
You cunt, I waited an hour for you!
Fuck you, Auvergnats!
Shut your yap or you'll get yours!
Fork it over!
[♪ Les Hiboux]
♪ C'est nous qui sommes les hiboux
♪ Les Apaches, les voyous
♪ Qui n'en foutent pas un coup
♪ Dans le jour nous planquons nos mirettes
♪ Mais le soir nous sortons nos casquettes
♪ Nos femmes triment sur le Sébasto pendant que nous chez le bistrot
♪ Dans un coin bien au chaud
♪ On fait sa petite belote avec des mecs comme nous
♪ Des coquins, des Apaches, des hiboux
Mademoiselle, you're marvellous.
So many handshakes, tonight! Have more champagne.
- Pass the bottle. - Here you are.
I told him to trust me on the power of radio
didn't I, my dear Coquatrix?
My dear Jacques, don't underestimate the magic of the Music Hall.
Of course not.
Edith, I've thought up something for you.
- A song? - Of course.
Raymond! Mireille, call Raymond.
Raymond !
- There's somebody here for you. - Somebody's here for you, la Mome!
That fat guy wants to see you.
This is Raymond Asso. Writer, composer, singer-songwriter.
- I want a word. - Excuse me.
I love your what you do.
Oh, yeah? I don't love your mug.
I've come to see you, often.
You must've been well hidden.
It's midnight, everyone stand up!
On your feet, everyone!
Three...
two... one...
zero! Happy new year!
Happy new year!
- You're a big star. - 'Cause, I'm wearing high heels.
Whenever you wish, call me, I'll be here.
[♪ L'Etranger]
♪ J'espérais qu'un matin
♪ Il me dirait : Suis-moi, je t'emmène
♪ J'aurais dit oui, je le sens
♪ Mais il a fui, me laissant
♪ Rivée à ma chaîne...
Papa Leplée!
A toast to Papa Leplée, my saviour.
♪ Il s'en allait je ne sais où.
♪ J'ai rêvé de l'étranger
♪ Et le coeur tout dérangé
♪ Par les cigarettes
♪ Par l'alcool et le cafard
♪ Son souvenir chaque soir
♪ M'a tourné la tête
♪ Mais on dit que près du port
♪ On a repêché le corps
♪ D'un gars de marine
♪ Qui, par l'amour délaissé,
♪ Ne trouva pour le bercer...
Edith...
♪ ...Que la mer câline
♪ Il avait un regard très doux
♪ Il est parti
♪ Je ne sais où
He was a discreet man...
- Weren't you here yesterday? - Yes, but I didn't see him.
- So he may have stayed home. - Perhaps. It's sad.
He was discreet, so amiable and helpful.
You're a bird of ill omen!
It's her fault!
Are you la Môme Piaf* (Sparrow)
Would you come with me, please.
- Why? - Follow me.
Pardon, let us pass, please.
Well?... Hey, I'm talking to you.
- Are you in the mob, or not? - No.
Leave me alone.
And Henri Valette?
Georges le Spahi? Jeannot le Mataf? And Albert?...
Don't know them, either?
They're friends, but, they've got nothing to do with this.
Accessory to a crime could carry a long stretch.
I'm innocent! I've done nothing and lost everything.
Where were you last night?
I told you: at a party.
Bastards, scumbags! You're disgusting!
Hey, calm down, you're not in a music-hall, here!
You hang out with shady characters and you know a certain 'Albert'.
- I don't know anybody, Inspector. - That's it, play me for a sap.
- Do you have anything to say? - Look, this is not the time.
- Leave her alone! - She deserves to be shamed!
- Do you have connections to the mob? - Slut! - Leave her alone!
- It wasn't her! - Have you named names?
This is a funeral. Have some dignity!
- One last question. - You shit-distubers, piss off!
Out of the way! Get the hell outta here!
I'm finished, dead.
No one ever dragged me through the mud like this.
Don't worry, newspapers are soon forgotten.
- It's not my fault, Momone! - I know.
Open up!
- What? - Are you Simone Berteaut?
Yes.
Mlle Simone Berteaut, you need to come with us.
Why? I haven't done anything!
The court and your mother have agreed to place you
in a girl's boarding school.
This decision is effective immediately.
Get your things, please.
No! Am I dreaming?! She stays here!
I won't discuss this with you.
For the last time, young lady, get your things.
You want to see me dead! Is that it, huh?
- Let me go! - She's not leaving. Momone!
Edith, don't let them take me!
Will you calm down!
My things! I don't have my things! Do you hear, you son of a whore?
- Watch the insults! - Momone! No!
Momone! No!
Papa Leplée!
Oh, Papa Leplée!
♪ J'ai rêvé de l'étranger
♪ Et le coeur tout dérangé Par les cigarettes
- Slut! - Whore!
You killed him. What'd you do with the dough?
♪ Son souvenir, chaque soir...
What can you expect from an ex prostitute?
♪ Son souvenir, chaque soir...
♪ Mais on dit que, près du port,
♪ On a repêché le corps
♪ D'un gars de marine
♪ Qui, par l'amour délaissé, Ne trouva pour le bercer
♪ Que la mer câline... - Filthy whore!
Go home!
I don't want anyone in this dressing room! Leave me!
Mamie, you stay.
I need an injection, I'm in such pain, look.
Get me the American.
You can come in, now.
What a success! Edith, you're magnificent.
Doug?
I need air.
I wanna go back home to Châlons. With you.
- Now? - Edith,...
we're 400 kilometres away.
You bore the shit outta me! I'm sick of you all!
Edith, you're exhausted.
We can't drive 400 km in the middle of the night.
'No, no', always 'no'! I shit on your 'no'!!
- We go! - No way!
Let's go back.
- I wanna go back, turn around! - What?
- Turn around, you ruined the mood! - What's the?...
The blood test is a catastrophe.
She has two broken ribs that can't be put in a cast.
She's going to be laid up for weeks.
Even if she has command performances cancel them, M. Barrier.
It's tight enough. Leave me.
Hurry Doctor, give me a shot so I can sing.
Sorry, my admiration does have bounds.
They know no bounds, out there, and neither do I.
Cancel the concert, Mme Piaf. You're playing with your life.
So what? You gotta have something to play with.
If you wanna clean up your act, you gotta change your set.
- 'Myself'? - Your 'set'. Your living quarters.
Why didn't you call me sooner?
I was busy with stuff.
And I didn't know what you wanted with me.
I heard you sing every night at Leplée's. You have a lot to learn.
You're the first one to say that.
In 3 months you won't be la Môme*.(Kid)
No more cabaret gimmicks.
♪ Il avait de grands yeux très clairs Où parfois passaient des éclairs
♪ Comme au ciel passent des orages
♪ Il avait plein de tatoua...
Comme-au-ciel-pa-ssent des-orages. Articulate!
Again.
♪ Il avait des grands yeux très clairs...
Il avait "DE" grands yeux très clairs.
Do you understand what you sing or do you just make noises?
- What do you want? - Perfect diction!
- No such thing, I sing like I speak! - Badly.
You mangle the words
and you understand nothing of what you sing.
More slowly, Marguerite.
We've been at it six hours. Can we open a window?
We'll breathe later.
From the top.
♪ Il avait de grands yeux très clairs où parfois passaient des éclairs
You're not hearing me! You embody none of the meaning.
You must become this woman in love.
Think like an actress.
He's making fun of me.
We're tired, Raymond. We need a break.
This guy makes me feel like I can't sing.
Who are you? Where did you sing?
Don't be content with what you CAN do!
I've been singing since I was 9!
Don't worry, this is normal.
You've never done it before, it's difficult.
You must interpret! You know what that means?
You must LIVE the song!
No one's ever told me I can't articulate.
No one? Who do you mean?
Lounge lizards at Gerny's? Pedestrians on the street?
You, either, do what I say, or go back where you came from!
Edith! Edith!
Here's to my little girl, who hasn't forgotten her papa!
La Môme*! (Kid)
You look well cared for, is he loaded?
Not a penny. It's love of art.
For the love of your ass!
Come on, Kid, sing something.
A song! A song!
Une chanson! Une chanson!
[♪ Froufrou]
♪ La femme ayant l'air d'un garçon
♪ Ne fut jamais très attrayante
♪ C'est le froufrou de son jupon
♪ Qui la rend surtout excitante !
♪ Lorsque l'homme entend ce froufrou
♪ C'est étonnant tout ce qu'il ose
♪ Soudain il voit la vie en rose
♪ Il s'électrise, il devient fou !
♪ Froufrou, froufrou
♪ Par son jupon la femme
♪ Froufrou, froufrou
♪ De l'homme trouble l'âme
That's the way to keep someone like her.
I let her go her own way.
I was too gentle!
Allez...
♪ Froufrou, froufrou
♪ Par son jupon la femme
♪ Froufrou...
♪ Il y avait du soleil sur son front
♪ Qui mettait dans ses cheveux blonds de la lumière...
You're stiff. Like you've been planted there. Lifeless.
Like a brilliant boxer who's content with street-fights.
The stage is a whole package.
You must interest them in all you have.
You have marvellous hands. Use them.
Sing with them.
From the top, Marguerite.
♪ Il avait de grands yeux très clairs...
More animated.
Hands! Hands!
♪ Il avait plein de tatouages J'ai jamais très bien compris
♪ Son cou portait: pas vu pas pris - That's it.
- I feel like a twat. - Continue!
♪ Sur son coeur, on lisait: "personne"
♪ Sur son bras droit, un mot: "raisonne"
Slip this on.
People don't want this crap. It's the voice they're interested in.
How can you be so talented and so dense at the same time?
Put it on.
- Edith, open this door. - No, I gotta puke!
- Is she drunk? - She's panicking.
I have a full house waiting!
You've been pestering me for weeks to get this venue.
Get her outta the shitter and onstage
before they tear the place apart.
She'll be there!
Edith, I'll give you 3 minutes.
Asso, this isn't a cabaret, it's a music-hall!
What shit did I get myself into!
It's nothing, Edith, just stage fright. It's a good sign.
Edith?
Yeah.
We're there, Edith.
You worked, you listened to me, you believed me.
I can't believe you're flinching, now.
Open this door.
No, I can't.
Open it, please.
Stand up straight.
[♪ La Foule]
♪ Je revois la ville en fête et en délire...
Mesdames et messieurs, Edith Piaf!
♪ Et j'entends dans la musique les cris, les rires
♪ Qui éclatent et rebondissent autour de moi
♪ Et perdue parmi ces gens qui me bousculent
[Edith Piaf Triumphs Street Singer Becomes Star]
♪ Etourdie, désemparée, je reste là
♪ Quand soudain, je me retourne, il se recule
[The first man who gave me a hand]
♪ Et la foule vient me jeter entre ses bras
[Piaf On Tour]
♪ Emportée par la foule qui nous traîne, nous entraîne
♪ Ecrasés l'un contre l'autre Nous ne formons qu'un seul corps
[Piaf At the A.B.C. Theatre]
♪ Et le flot sans effort
♪ Nous pousse enchaînés l'un et l'autre
♪ Et nous laisse tous deux Epanouis, enivrés et heureux
♪ Entraînés par la foule qui s'élance et qui danse
♪ Une folle farandole Nos deux mains restent soudées
[The 'Kid' Piaf is Dead Long Live 'Edith' Piaf]
♪ Et parfois soulevés Nos deux corps enlacés s'envolent
♪ Et retombent tous deux Epanouis, enivrés et heureux
["Le bel indifférent" Jacques Demy, 1957]
"Do you know what it's like to hurry home,
"hoping for the support of the one you love,
"and finding only an empty room?
"And to wait and wait...
"I know this room! I know it..."
You'll be great. I can't wait to see you in the theater.
Look out, Canetti's coming.
- Edith, the conductor's been waiting three hours. - And?...
And you're premiering at the Bobino in less than 48 hours.
Do you know many people, for whom Jean Cocteau's written a play? Eh?
- Mademoiselle - Yes, Suzanne?
M. Paul Meurisse called.
He'll pick you up at eight for dinner at M. Cocteau's.
You see? Ask our conductor to come back at midnight.
Are you sure?
Don't nag her like Raymond. "Do this, do that..."
- That's why she fired that ball-breaker. - Stop it!
- Would you like to see the gowns? - Ah, yes, the gowns.
Voilà. That's all of them, Mlle Piaf. Watch out for the pins.
The simplest one, without the collar.
A young man has been calling since yesterday.
Says he has something for you.
- What's he like? - A soldier.
I told him several times you had no time. Now, he's here in the corridor.
- It's getting embarrassing. - Since he's here, let him in.
Follow me.
- Put that, there. - Merci.
- Here, please. - Voila, much better without the collar.
Well?
My name is Michel Emer. I'm a corporal...
We're not in the army, here. What do you want?
I have a song for you.
Another one? My repertoire is full.
I open at the Bobino, the day after tomorrow. Come back later.
I want this one.
I leave for the front, tomorrow morning.
There's the piano. You have five minutes.
Edith...
We'll have to wait.
♪ La fille de joie est belle Au coin de la rue Labat
♪ Elle a une clientèle Qui lui remplit son bas
♪ Quand son boulot s'achève Elle s'en va à son tour
♪ Chercher un peu de rêve Dans un bal du faubourg
♪ Elle écoute la java Mais elle ne la danse pas
♪ Elle ne regarde même pas la piste
♪ Mais ses yeux amoureux Suivent le jeu nerveux
♪ Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste
Stop.
I want it.
- Everybody out! - Edith!
You can't be serious. We're already late.
What isn't serious?
Play it. I want it for Bobino.
Allez, allez!
Edith, you can't do that.
Oh, can't I?!
What's the point of being Edith Piaf, then?
"She is so desesperated..."
In French, please.
- "She's too desperate, too needy." - Get to the point, Charles.
I'm not a translator.
"Miserable. Certainly not an heir to the French Can-Can nor Gay Paris."
That's what you call a flop.
Edith, it's not the first time you've had to fight.
Loulou, the Yanks want pretty girls, this is no place for me.
Let's not push our luck. I'm not the sexy Parisienne they expected.
Can you see me in a chorus line? With a feather in my ass?
Voilà. ♪ Taratata...
♪ taratata...
♪ Olé !
Go ahead and laugh, Ginou. I don't connect, over here.
I'm too sad for them, they're too stupid for me.
Yeah, too stupid for us.
Edith, it's marvellous! Extraordinary! Look at this.
No-no-no, here, here!
- Edith, you made the front page! - And two columns!
This is excellent for us. This is Virgil Thomson.
He's the most influential theater critic in America.
This is an important article, full of praise!
"Ze American audience ees sometimes stupeed and..."
I can't make heads or tails of this. Translate it, for fuck's sake!
They say that they shouldn't let you go. That it would be a grave error.
And that the Americans don't deserve you. Voilà.
I knew something would happen! I gotta change.
Ginou, come help me choose an outfit.
Tonight, I'm going out... on a date.
Your Pastrami!
Enjoy.
- What's this, Marcel? - Beef. Go on, taste it.
Smells like a wet dog.
A problem with the meat?
What?
It's ok! She is... She don't...
It's ok.
Your English seems about as good as the sandwich.
Don't like the decor?
I'm a bit surprised. I wasn't expecting...
When you called to invite me to a restaurant and said,
we're two French people alone in New York, perhaps we could dine together,
- I imagined something else. - I come here all the time.
Boy, when you invite a girl out, there's no risk of financial ruin!
- Have you decided? - We'll have two pastramis...
Ah, no! Let me do this.
Dex Tournedos Rossini, with un Château L'Angelus 1938, please.
- You must be starving. - It's better than eating boiled dog.
I'm sorry.
No regets, let's start over. Okay?
Okay. How long have you been in New York?
Eight weeks.
And do you like America?
I don't give toss about America.
I don't understand them, and they don't understand me.
- You must miss Paris. - Terribly.
What do you do when you're not singing?
Oh, I say!
You could work at the Quai des Orfèvres* (Police Headquarters)
I knit.
If you give me your measurements I'll knit you a sweater.
No, no need...
- I think those people recognize you. - Oh, yeah?
They must be saying:
Look at that guy; lost his last two fights. He's totally screwed.
- I'll go shut their yaps. - No, no!
Don't panic, I'm joking.
Very good.
Can we use informal pronouns? (tu) - Sure.
- What do you do when you aren't boxing? - I train. I run.
- And after the training? - At home, in Morocco? I work on my farm.
You have a farm?
I have a pig farm.
What? Why not?
That's right, why not?
It's a fine, modern farm, with nice, fat pigs.
- Who looks after them when you're boxing? - My wife.
You have...
...magnificent hands.
- D'you hear that, Momone? - It's true, you have nice fingers.
Listen.
What colour are your eyes?
- He leaned over to get a closer look. - Did his breath reek?
You're such a twat, when you set your mind to it!
What? If he's a pig farmer...
- He said... - Blue-mauve.
Yeah, so? Blue-mauve...
It was the way he said it.
As though he was a child.
- Then he said: - You're like some magical fairy.
That's a bit of an exaggeration.
- D'you kiss him? - I didn't dare.
- It was a very nice evening. - Too short.
- Will you come see me box? - Oh, yeah, for sure.
Did he try to kiss you?
- Dunno if he even thought about it. - Like hell, he didn't! Get outta-here!
I'll come see you sing.
Um, well... Goodnight.
He's the love of my life.
♪ And though I close my eyes
♪ I see la vie en rose
♪ When you press me to your heart
♪ I'm in a world apart
♪ A world where roses bloom
♪ And when you speak Angels sing
♪ from above
♪ Everyday words Seem to turn into love songs
♪ Give your heart and soul to me
♪ And life will always be
♪ La vie en rose
That's it.
You were marvellous!
Mr. Lucien Roupp, Mr. Cerdan's manager.
Mr. Jameson, of CBS Television Network.
This might not be the time, but, perhaps you....
Marlene.
Good evening. I'm sorry, I just came to say a word.
It's been a long time, since I've seen Paris.
But this evening, as you sang, Edith, I was there.
On its streets, beneath its sky.
Your voice is like the soul of Paris.
You made me travel back. You made me cry.
- Thank you, with all of my heart. - Thank you.
- Thank you for the discretion. - Thank you, Sir.
Climb up!
I'm beginning to like this city.
The stars are out tonight.
Come, let's go.
Marc, do you know how long a frog lives?
In fairytales or in real life?
I've never read any fairytales, to anyone.
You never had the chance, Edith?
I have, but I didn't do it.
[♪ L'Accordéoniste]
♪ La fille de joie est seule
♪ Au coin de la rue Labat
♪ Les filles qui font la gueule
♪ Les hommes n'en veulent pas
♪ Et tant pis si elle crèv...
♪ Adieu tous ses beaux rêves Sa vie, elle est f...
♪ Pourtant ses jambes tristes
♪ L'emmènent au boui-boui
♪ Où y a un autre art...
♪ Toute la...
♪ Elle écoute la java
♪ Elle entend la java
♪ Elle a fer...
♪ Les doigts secs et nerveux
♪ Ça lui rentre dans la peau
♪ Par le... par le haut
♪ Elle a envie de gueuler, c'est physique
♪ Alors pour...
♪ Elle s'est mise à danser
♪ A tourner au son de la musique
Excuse me, I'm a little tired.
I'll be back.
You can lay her down there.
- I'm going back out. - Out of the question.
Nobody tells me when to stop!
- What'll we do? - I'm sorry. Clear the house.
- I'm going back out. - No, Edith.
- I must go. - It's suicide.
- We must take her to hospital. - No! No!
No, Louis, I'm begging you!
You've just come from a 3 week stay in the hospital.
There'll be other galas.
Get me back on stage. Take me back.
Take me back, I have to sing.
I have to sing, Louis. I have no choice.
Edith, please...
- Do you hear them? - Stop...
Shut that door!
Take me back, Louis.
Take me back out.
If I don't sing tonight...
If I don't sing at least one song,
I can no longer believe in myself. Do you understand?
Doctor...
do what you have to.
Not this time, my dear photographers.
You came to see me fall, but I'm in top form.
Tell your papers, this'll be no suicide tour!
Padam!
♪ Padam Padam Padam
♪ Il arrive en courant derrière moi
♪ Padam Padam Padam
♪ Il me fait le coup du souviens-toi
♪ Padam Padam Padam
♪ C'est un air qui me montre du...
[♪ Mon Dieu]
♪ Mon Dieu
♪ Laissez-le-moi
Saint Thérèse, first of all, thanks...
Thank you. I know everything comes from you.
You sent him to me.
I've found love and I know it comes from you.
Baby Jesus, protect Marcel.
♪ Laissez-le-moi
♪ Encore un peu
♪ A moi
♪ Le temps de s'adorer
♪ De se le dire
♪ Le temps de se fabriquer
♪ Des souvenirs
♪ Mon Dieu
♪ Oh oui
♪ Mon Dieu
♪ Laissez-le-moi
♪ remplir un peu
♪ Ma vie
♪ Mon Dieu
♪ Mon Dieu, mon Dieu
♪ Laissez-le-moi encore un peu
Allez, Marcel!
♪ Mon amoureux
- Go on. - No, it's too early, Edith.
No, he's going to win! I can feel it.
- If there's a problem, what then? - What problem?
If there's a problem, I'll call you at the room. Go now!
Move!
Allez, Marcel!
Round 8, here they go!
One more round and the match is yours!
Allez, Marcel!
Go on, Marcel, kill him!
Allez, Marcel!
♪ Laissez-le-moi encore un peu
♪ Mon amoureux
♪ Six mois
♪ Trois mois
♪ Deux mois
- What's going on? - Dunno, I think Zale is hurt.
♪ Pour seulement un mois
♪ Le temps de commencer
♪ Ou de finir
♪ Le temps d'illuminer
♪ Ou de souffrir
It's Cerdan!
Is that it? He's world champion?
♪ Même si j'ai tort
♪ Laissez-le-moi
♪ un peu
♪ Même si j'ai tort
♪ Laissez-le-moi
♪ Encore
You're an angel.
I'm not a magic fairy, any more?
You're my champion.
I want you to myself, for life.
Nothing's ever happened before now. I've forgotten everything.
Stay with me.
My dearest, last night, before bed I crossed off a day.
Both, a long and very short day.
Such anguish, as that plane lifted off
and took away my heart, my reason, my breath.
You, my baby, my guy, my love,
your scent lingers in my sheets,
and my heart nestles, 24 hours a day,
in the arms of sadness.
Ma chérie, I love you.
What have you done to make me feel this way? I miss you.
I'm at a loss for everything.
I feel as if I'm expecting some event.
Clasp me close to your heart and
know that nothing in the world means more to me than you.
After your fight, bring back my heart, that I may breathe again.
All France knows about us. When I go to restaurants they play 'La Vie en Rose'.
They can see what it does to me.
When I see the place your wife and children hold in your heart,
I get the urge to go far away,
telling myself perhaps one day you'll be grateful I've done it.
I cannot have you to myself, alone and I can't live without you.
As God is my witness, in this affair, I ask nothing for myself.
I'm ready to sacrifice everything.
[Lyrics: Hymne a l'amour]
[If one day life tears you from me If it killed you to be apart from me]
[What would I care, as long as you loved me? Because I would die as well]
I'm telling you, in 3 months, that'd be April,
I will triumph at the Olympia,
I'll fill their coffers and we're back on top!
Edith, your liver cells no longer function normally.
You've been ill, you need rest. This is serious.
I just turned 44. I'm not in my grave, yet.
We have no working capital, after all those cancellations.
Is it my fault, Loulou, huh?
I didn't say that, Edith. It's the tax authorities' fault.
We owe 120,000 francs on our first instalment.
I have jaundice!
I won't be convalescing for 100 years.
Don't get carried away!
I wanna make my comeback at the Olympia!
- Anything else? - Yes, Danielle, stop giving in to her.
I know, but, I can't babysit her all alone, Loulou.
She shouldn't be out of the hospital, yet.
3 months to prepare her comeback. The Olympia will be a catastrophe.
She needs a challenge.
Not challenges doomed to fail in advance!
'Cause I'm the one on the hook explaining to the insurers
that we must cancel everything.
We must decide for her, period.
Whether she likes it or not!
Edith...
Right then, I said to myself, 'Edith, it's finished.'
- You lost another one. - Did he cheat on you?
You think if he did, I'd be telling it just like this?
He leaves the restaurant. I sneak out after him.
My Marcel went across New York to eat with an old blind black boxer
whom he'd met some years before. Do you realize?...
Not many guys like that, on earth.
"Marcel! My Marcel!"
- Like he's the only man, alive. - The only man who counts.
Wanna know something, Ginou, I'll never have him.
He'll never be mine. 'Cause he'll never leave his wife and children.
He phones her every day.
I pretend I don't see him. I want him to be happy.
I'll be back.
I could'a been Edith Piaf.
But, there's more to life than singing.
Marcel, I can't take it anymore. Call Orly, book a flight tonight.
Coming by boat will take just long enough for me to die.
I miss you, Marcel.
I can't be separated from you.
- Why can't I return to Paris? - Hold on.
- Why am I here being Madame's lapdog? - Stop it!
Rum, coke, whisky...
Everyone treats me like shit, around here.
I preferred it when we'd get drunk in rue Belleville.
You let me down.
Stop it, Momone!
Pour her onto a boat!
I can take the boat, myself.
To your career, Edith!
I beg you, Marcel, leave tonight. Do it for me.
- You sleep late when I'm not here. - My God, Marcel! Thank you.
I'll make you coffee. Don't budge.
I will serve you.
What are you doing there?
I knew you'd come.
Lucien tore his hair out trying to get tickets.
I have a gift for you.
What's with the sour puss?
You need time under a sunlamp. Your complexion is livid.
Ginou!
I'm looking for the watch!
Ginou!
What's wrong with you? I'm looking for the watch!
It was in a long, red Cartier box. It was right here, goddamit!
What's the matter with all of you?
I'm looking for Marcel's watch! Where is that watch?
I'm looking for Marcel's watch!
What?
Louis? What's happening?
You must be brave, Edith.
Is it Marcel?
What?
The plane crashed.
Marcel.
Marcel?
Marcel!
MARCEL!
Marcel!
No!
MARCEL! Marcel!
[♪ L'Hymne à l'amour]
♪ Car moi, je mourrais aussi
♪ Nous aurons pour nous l'Eternité
♪ Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité
♪ Dans le ciel plus de problèmes
♪ Mon amour
♪ Crois-tu qu'on s'aime?
♪ Dieu réunit
♪ ceux qui s'aiment.
I don't know what else to tell you, Mlle Piaf.
Everyone says you're the best clairvoyant.
That's not the point.
You came 3 times this week. I've told you all I know.
Why keep coming back?
So you can repeat it to me.
So that I remember why I should live.
He died in the heavens, so he's there!
[California, August 1955]
♪ Tu me fais tourner la tête...
Hey, Jack Peals, can't you speed it up a bit? I need air.
Oh, I like the heat, it makes me dizzy.
Tant mieux!
Step on it, Jack, our pin-up is melting!
Then, I'll get a sore throat.
And you'll have to take care of me, like a good husband.
He's a good husband, the best I've ever had.
You're just saying that because he's your first one.
Hey you gonna gawk at us all day without opening the lens cap?
I'm getting carsick.
Look out, you'll drive us off the damn road!
Let me drive. Stop, so I can take the wheel and Ginou can barf.
♪ Quand on s'aime comme nous deux On pourrait changer de planète
Allez, Ginou.
If Madame would be so kind...
Allez, Ginou!
Voilà! Bravo Ginou!
Bye!
Wait for me!
What a driver!
At least, we didn't come all this way for nothing.
We killed a tree!
Incredible, such shitty service!
Anybody out there to take our order?
Calm down, cheri!
You're not a star over here. And tonight you're singing at Mocambo.
Oh, yeah?
Remind me where we're invited tomorrow and the day after.
Marlon Brando, Ginger Rogers, Mr. Chaplin...
Thank you.
What's this?
- We never ordered that crap! - It's a Special Midnight Sun Cocktail.
Don't touch me!
- Let me see. - Don't touch me, I said!
Here, wipe it off.
It's time we were thinking about a divorce.
How many times a day do you inject, madame?
About ten.
Excuse my blunt question, but why do you do it?
So that my body stops screaming.
When did you start injecting every day?
Five years ago, after the plane accident.
I began to have rheumatism. I couldn't knit any more.
You're in a very dependent state.
- We can cosider it addiction... - Doctor?
I'd like my wife to do a detox cure.
I want to kick the habit. I can do it.
[October 1960 - 5 years later]
Danielle, a chair!
Edith?
Here you are, Edith.
Sit down.
Bruno...
there'll be no Olympia.
I understand, Edith.
No!
Edith,
I want you to meet Charles Dumont, composer
and Michel Vaucaire, lyricist. They had an appointment yesterday.
They returned to have you listen to their song.
Be quick, I'm tired.
No, nothing at all ♪ Non, rien de rien
No, I regret nothing ♪ Non, je ne regrette rien
Neither the good done to me ♪ Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Nor the evil ♪ Ni le mal
It's all the same to me ♪ Tout ça m'est bien égal...
Stop!
I like it. Go on.
With all my souvenirs ♪ Avec mes souvenirs
I've lit a bonfire ♪ J'ai allumé le feu
My chagrins, my delights ♪ Mes chagrins mes plaisirs
I no longer need them ♪ Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
I've swept away my old loves ♪ Balayés les amours
Along with their thrill ♪ Et tous leurs trémolos
Swept away forever ♪ Balayés pour toujours
I restart from zero ♪ Je repars à zéro
You're amazing!
You're exactly what I was waiting for. It's incredible. It's ME!
It's my life. It's me.
Call Coquatrix, I'm back on at the Olympia.
Play it again. It's too beautiful.
♪ Non, rien de rien
♪ Non, je ne regrette rien...
[♪ L'Hymne à l'amour, xylophone]
[take care of yourself, my favourite songbird Your friend, Marguerite]
[My thoughts are with you tender kisses, Ives]
Everyone's here: Aznavour, M. Cocteau, Yves Montand.
Montand's here? I read he wasn't in France.
He came back to see you!
Hurry, they've been waiting half an hour.
The room's overheating, it's incredible.
Okay? Not too tight?
- Who's that? - A friend.
Allez, Edith.
Up you get.
My cross...
My crucifix?
- I forgot. I'll get it. - I won't sing without my cross!
Edith!
Out! Everybody out! Move it!
Danielle!
Hello, Miss Edith.
You not swimming today?
[Grasse, Oktober 1963 Final Night]
Good night, Edith.
See you tomorrow.
Go, I'll do it.
I'm afraid, Simone. I'm losing my memory. It's serious, I...
My brain is muddled.
I try to remember, but I can't.
Other images come to me, not the ones I want to see.
I wanted to see his watch. Remember? Marcel's watch?
- No, Edith, I never knew him. - I wanted to see his watch...
What a sourpuss!
You have savage eyes.
Not a bad looking kid.
[Titine] ♪ Que le ciel noir
The moon suddenly appeared, ♪ La lune soudain vint s'exhiber
I meant to tell her "keep this quiet" ♪ J'allais lui dire "ta bouche, bébé"
When I heard nearby ♪ Quand j'entendis près de moi
A heartfelt cry. ♪ Un cri d'émoi
A man stood on a rock, ♪ Y'avait un homme sur un rocher
Not too far off. pas assez haut
The man cried "Oh!" ♪ L'homme a fait "Oh!"
And me in the water, ♪ Et moi dans l'eau
I, too, cried "oh!" ♪ Moi j'ai fait "Oh!"
He saw me naked. ♪ Il m'a vue...
- Simone? - Yes, Edith?
I haven't said my prayers.
I want to pray on my knees.
Just for once, no one will mind if you pray in you bed.
I wanna pray for my papa.
No...
Marcelle.
Marcelle,...
my little phantom, my...
Only Momone knew about her.
I must tell you about the little phantom who haunts me.
- Easy, Edith. - Marcelle!
Marcelle. Marcelle.
Marcelle.
Edith: Marcelle, I said go to bed. I'm fed up with you today.
Momone: I can't panhandle, watch for cops and babysit your girl!
What the fuck's taking Louis so long?
Here he comes. It's your father.
Has she eaten?
They say you were cruising the streets with her. - Who's "they"?
You're her mother! I only leave her with you twice a month and you pull this nonsense?!
I told you not to take her on the streets.
♪ Dans le jour, nous planquons nos mirettes
♪ Mais le soir, nous sortons nos casquettes
Come quick.
♪ Ecoutez ça, vous les rupins
It's Marcelle! Come on!
♪ Quand chacun fera son chemin
♪ Si mon père n'avait pas agi
Marcelle's in the hospital!
♪ ...comme un voyou !
Are you her mom?
Fulminant meningitis. Nothing we could do. I'm sorry.
Edith...
I have the crucifix.
Bonjour!
They said you were on the beach, so...
- It's kind of you to do this interview. - It's my pleasure.
It's odd to see you so far from Paris.
I'm never very far from Paris.
I have a little list of questions.
The idea is rapid-fire answers, as they come to you.
Okay?
Now then...
- What's your favourite colour? - Blue.
- What's your favourite dish? - Boeuf ficelle.
- Would you accept a conventional life-sytle? - I already do.
- Who are your most loyal friends? - My best friends are all loyal.
What if you could no longer sing?
Oh, I wouldn't be alive.
Do you fear death?
Less than loneliness.
Do you pray? - Oh, yes. Because I believe in love.
I don't wanna go, Simone.
Where's Theo? I want my husband.
Theo will be here within the hour.
What's your finest memory in showbusiness?
Each time that the curtain rises.
Your finest memory as a woman?
My first kiss.
- Do you like the night? - Yes, with lots of light.
- Sunrise? - With a piano and friends.
Sunset?
Because, for us it's sunrise.
See?... You're breathing.
I can't go backwards.
I can't.
What advice would you give a woman?
Love.
- To a young girl? - Love.
- To a child? - Love.
Who are you knitting for?
For anyone who'll wear my sweater.
Voilà, it's over. Hope it wasn't too long.
- Thank you so much, madame. - Thank you mademoiselle.
- Au revoir. - Au revoir.
♪ [Non, je ne regrette rien]
No, nothing at all ♪ Non, rien de rien
No, I regret nothing ♪ Non, je ne regrette rien
Neither the good done to me, ♪ Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Nor the evil ♪ Ni le mal
It's all the same to me ♪ Tout ça m'est bien égal...
No, nothing at all ♪ Non, rien de rien
No, I regret nothing ♪ Non, je ne regrette rien
It's been paid for ♪ C'est payé,
Swept away ♪ balayé...
Forgotten ♪ oublié
I don't give a damn for the past ♪ Je me fous du passé
With my souvenirs ♪ Avec mes souvenirs
I've lit a bonfire ♪ J'ai allumé le feu
My chagrins, my pleasures ♪ Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
I've no need of them ♪ Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
Old loves: swept away ♪ Balayés les amours
Along with their thrills ♪ Avec leurs trémolos
Swept away for ever ♪ Balayés pour toujours
I'll start again at zero ♪ Je repars à zéro
No, nothing at all ♪ Non, rien de rien
No, I regret nothing ♪ Non, je ne regrette rien
Neither the good done to me ♪ Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait☻
Nor the evil ♪ Ni le mal
It's all the same to me ♪ Tout ça m'est bien égal
No, nothing at all ♪ Non, rien de rien
No, I regret nothing ♪ Non, je ne regrette rien
Since my life ♪ Car ma vie,
And my joy ♪ car mes joies
Today ♪ Aujourd'hui
Begins with you. ♪ Ça commence avec toi
[Edith Piaf died on 9 October 1963. She was only forty-seven...]
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