Congorama Page #3

Sir, please sit down.

We're about to take off.

l have to get off.

Are you sick?

Yes, l must get off.

Fine, but sit down. l'll come back.

l want to leave!

We're taking off. You must.. .

You can't. l'm getting off.

Look.. .

-lt's important!

Please call someone. Stop the plane.

Please, sir.

-And l'm not crazy.

Fine, but you must sit down.

Otherwise, l can't help you.

lt won't be long. Stay calm.

l'm thirsty.

Don't move!

l'm not thirsty!

Where did you get malaria?

ln Africa.

Where in Africa?

Congo.

Diamonds, a lost father,

a revolutionary invention.. .

lt's all so unlikely,

l have to believe it.

You scared me!

Let's see.

Sneaking up behind me.

Nothing. Got a fever?

lsn't that over?

lt's never over, Mum.

lt's ok, l'm used to it.

Does your arm hurt?

-No.

l should've told you to go.

Come on, cut it out.

You'd look for Dad's papers?

Couldn't it wait?

You don't get it,

there's stuff going down.

ln 24 hours l've met a Minister,

a lady out of James Bond,

and been tackled at the airport,

and NP has attacked Dad

in the papers.

l'm going over.

Now?

lt's about time.

We hadn't spoken in years.

Give me the bus keys.

No way! The batteries still work.

He ordered it from the States.

Nifty, isn't it?

lt's amazing.

One room that doesn't reek

of motors.

Come on, let's go.

We just got here!

What are you looking for?

l don't know:
plans, sketches.. .

You won't find anything.

Really? Why do you say that?

Know what l think?

The plans never existed.

Sylvio was fired

for incompetence. So?

Those plans were his life.

His colleague said

he was just about to.. .

''Just about. lt's coming.

On the verge.. ."

Same old story.

His colleague fell for it.

She's an engineer.

She saw Dad's plans.

He designed

an electric wheelbarrow.

lmpressive to an 8-year-old.

But get real!

You do what you have to.

Stay and help!

-l'll pick you up later.

Don't bother!

Ladies and gents,

my father was a visionary,

recipient of the Grand Vase

of St Ccile.

Sorry.

Legros Electric Cars.

To invest, leave a message.

Mr Legros? lt's Father Gagnon.

Mr Legros?

Mr Legros? lt's Ducros Lumber.

Could you pick up your car?

This isn't a long-term parking lot.

lt was two summers ago.

l called, asked him to come get it.

Why did he leave it here?

lt stalled out front

and he left it in the driveway.

Asked me to watch it

while he got gas.

But he never came back.

How was he?

Nervous, acting strange?

Did he seem worried?

He was.. . polite.

Polite?

Polite?

Yeah, polite.

He was polite.

lt's like you say.

l didn't say anything.

l'm asking you.

-Cheerful?

My dad was cheerful?

You don't know him.

Not at all.

lt's hot.

''Sylvio Legros:

lnventor or dreamer?''

No way!

Gotta wait.

For what?

Until it recharges.

l guess.

Father Gagnon died

almost two years ago.

l never met him.

Too bad.

He wanted to see my dad.

Sylvio Legros. Ring a bell?

You're the son

of Lucie and Sylvio Legros?

Yeah.

Holy Father, the Vatican

The presbytery was sold.

l have to empty it.

What do l do with it?

-l don't believe it! A triporter!

For the Vatican.

John Paul ll needs one!

The parish is bankrupt

and we can't send it there.

Don't send it to the Vatican!

Dad was a little bit of a.. .

-Jesus freak?

''Most Holy Father,

''l'm honoured to give you

the SL-1000.

''Where l sought progress,

l met disappointment.

''l ask St Christopher's protection

on one more trip.

Please accept my warmest prayers,

Your Holiness, Sylvio Legros."

Poor Dad.

Sounds like a will.

l tried talking to your mother.

She must have given you.. .

Sh*t? Something like that.

She's at war with all black robes.

l wasn't wearing mine.

You can't blame her.

She got pregnant

by my father in '59.

They weren't married.

She was young, only 14.

Her parents hid her,

and a nun took the baby.

So for her the Catholic Church.. .

lt all happened in the red barn

at Farm Point.

She never forgave her parents,

or the Church.

Or my father.

How are you?

Hello.. .

-Lucie.

Lucie. Any suggestions?

The shepherd's pie.

A local dish?

l've heard it's from Vermont.

lt's mashed potatoes, ground beef.. .

Oh, cottage pie?

Yeah, but with corn.

Shepherd's pie, is it?

Yes, l'll try it with.. .

a coffee.

Would you know of anyone

going to Montral?

l don't but l'll check.

l do know we have soap.

l tell my son that.

lt's what parents do!

A coffee for 5.

A nice Frenchman wants a lift

to Montral.

No, Mum. With you it's priests,

with me, tourists.

Don't say, Just like Sylvio.

One shepherd's pie.

Here.

-Thanks.

Did he ever come here?

Look what l found in his car.

And? What are you getting at?

What are you hiding?

Dammit! You have a brilliant career.

Your research is promising.

And your Belgian trip?

l didn't go.

l never looked for him

when he disappeared.

Know why?

-Why?

You were glad he'd gone.

No more late calls or sermons.

Great! He wasn't dead, just gone.

Jesus Christ!

Sorry. Are you ok?

l'm fine.

St Christopher.

ln the Middle Ages

people thought his image.. .

Prevented accidents?

-Yup.

Sweet.

No damage. Good.

-Good.

Can you take him to Wakefield?

Going to Waukfield?

Wakefield.

No, to Montral.

That's even better.

Listen.

Vigneault. lt's Gilles Vigneault.

Know it?

Vigneault, yes, but not that cut.

Cut?

Song.

You know it well.

Yes.. .

l saw him in concert

in Brussels in '79.

Brussels? Are you Belgian?

-Exactly.

l'm going to Antwerp.

Antwerp? Lucky you!

Super.

That's super.

With the German accent and all,

the Flemish'll love it.

German?

So?

People don't like it.

What takes you to Antwerp?

l developed a new way

to grade diamonds.

You don't say!

lf a buyer knows a diamond

comes from Qubec rather than, say,

Congo, which sells dirty diamonds

to finance its war,

it might be useful to him.

May l?

-Yes.

My wife Alice had a tobacco pouch

full of diamonds when l met her.

She was fleeing Congo,

l was in Brazzaville.

Her dad had a store in Kinshasa.

Rebels were forcing him to launder

diamonds in order to buy guns.

When the army started

breathing down his neck,

he gave his stock to Alice,

told her to flee.

He was murdered that night.

She opened her caf in Lige

with dirty diamonds.

St Christopher.

The patron saint of drivers.

-Travellers.

Want help with that?

No, it's ok.

''Accumulator and batteries."

No way, no way!

l'm taking a piss.

''Prototype motor."

Hello. May l speak

to Madeleine Longsdale?

Louis.

Legros.

Did your dad build other types

of electric motors?

Excuse me, but what brings you

to St Ccile?

lt's not exactly Niagara Falls.

ln St Ccile.

What are you doing in St Ccile?

Looking for my family.

You have family here?

No. l was born here.

ln St Ccile?

An ostrich!

Two years later

Two years later

Madeleine Longsdale.

-What?

No, nothing. lt was demolished,

notebooks and all.

l understand your frustration.

lt's very touching, Mrs.. .

Longsdale.

But after we last spoke

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