Gerry

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Five minutes, Gerry.

Look, it's your brother!

See how handsome he is?

I think he has a calling.

Come on, Grald!

He's just a drum major,

not a bishop or a cardinal!

Go!

Faster!

Go ahead. I'll keep watch.

OK, good idea.

- We've been here for 20 minutes!

- Sorry, I didn't know...

Not so loud!

I spoke to Brother Henri.

The way things are now,

you'll never get into the seminary.

I'm so disappointed in you, Grald.

You had a chance to...

Mr. Boulet, Mrs. Boulet. Grald?

Calm down.

What's happening, Mr. Boulet?

When you started here

your average was 83%.

Now, you're barely passing.

Have you lost faith?

No.

I beg your pardon?

No, Brother.

Very well.

Then how do you explain

these abysmal grades in religion?

I just don't have a calling, Brother.

At least, not for that.

If that doesn't interest you...

What does?

Music, Brother.

You do know that,

without this school,

you would never have been able

to develop your musical talents.

I know, Brother.

And now...

you're turning your back

on the very Creator

who so kindly gave you the gift of music.

Do you think the dropout son

of a factory worker

can do whatever he likes in life?

Do you want to end up

at the plant, too?

Like your brother?

Like your father?

And like your father's father?

What's happening, Mr. Boulet...?

Sh*t! Wait till you hear me

play this on the Vox!

- You've never played the organ!

- What do you mean?

Can't be too hard to learn.

Nothing's ever too hard

for my brother.

Stop right here, big brother!

- Why?

- Stop, I said. Goddammit!

- Out!

- What's gotten into you?

Come help me.

We didn't go all the way to New York

to buy this organ

just to pay border taxes on it!

What are you doing?

Help me hoist it up

onto my shoulders.

For Christ's sake,

you'll throw your back out!

OK, perfect.

- You're not really doing this?

- Don't worry.

Go wait for me in the parking lot.

Don't get caught.

The bastard's doing it.

Jesus.

From here on in,

it will be smooth sailing for us!

We're gonna get the English!

Let's go.

Save some of that for tonight, Gerry!

Don't you worry about me, Willie.

Hey, his name's Grald.

Grald's an accountant's name.

Well, don't get on

the accountant's bad side.

He's the one who pays you.

Here, Grald.

Oh, wow.

Did you see these, big brother?

Drum-major gloves.

No, I'm not playing with gloves.

Thank your mother. She found them.

I will for sure, Pops. Thanks.

There's no way I'm playing with gloves.

- I think I'll get going.

- OK.

- Bye, guys.

- Later.

Bye, Mr. Boulet.

I'm not playing the guitar

with gloves on.

Come on, Johnny!

Wouldn't matter if they were mittens,

you'd be great.

You just have to cut the fingertips off.

I only wear white gloves

when I play golf.

Well, I'll be.

Did you hear that, big brother?

- Willie plays golf.

- With your dad, I suppose?

Willie Lamothe doesn't always sing

on horseback.

Sometimes he sings on a golf cart!

Yeah, yeah.

Thank you. Good night!

Haven't we met somewhere before?

We might have.

What's your name?

Denise.

This is my cousin Manon.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Grald.

I know.

Is this the first time

you've come to see us?

No, I've been to a few other shows.

Personally, I'm into the Classels.

- You got something against them?

- No, nothing.

They're a bit cheesy,

with their white hair

and matching suits.

Don't you think...

they look a little stiff

in their getups?

Like four guys who never

have time to change.

I swear they even bathe in those suits.

Maybe all they need is some white gloves

to make them look even cheesier.

Oh yeah?

Is that what you think?

I'm going for a walk.

Don't leave without me.

You really think

you're better than the Classels?

Sure. Especially when we start singing

our own songs.

- Oh yeah? Your own songs?

- Yeah.

- In English, too.

- In English?

So we can play in the States.

Do you know who Ray Charles is?

The one who sings

"Georgia on My Mind"?

Yeah, rings a bell.

Well, he's an American singer

who's now a millionaire.

Of course he's popular there.

He's an American.

I think we could be a hit

in the States, too,

and make our millions.

You gonna ask me to dance?

There's nothing else I'd rather do.

Listen to this!

This one's for Johnny:

"The Methodicals"!

That's a good riff, Johnny.

- Try another one.

- OK.

Oh yeah!

How about "Who Goes There?"

- it's really smoky in here.

- Can you get me another one?

- I'll have one, too.

- Me too, Denise.

Grald, can you go?

My hands are full, babe.

- Mine, too!

- I'll go.

Thanks, big brother.

OK, let's try out some famous names.

Well, holy sh*t!

Check this out, Willie! Read this.

Johnny. Johnny.

Jacques "Offen-bash"?

Who's that? Some big fat loser?

"Offen-bash"?

It's Offenbach, Willie.

Don't you know anything outside

of country and western? Read it.

"German-born French composer

of operettas."

Operettas, for f***'s sake!

"Offenbach" sounds good, huh?

Right, big brother?

In both languages, too.

Yeah. "Offenbach" in French.

"Offenbach" in English.

Watch out!

Push!

- Careful, it's caught.

- It's all right.

OK, just one more step.

I'm gonna get the beer.

Forget about the beer.

Move your case out of the way.

Bring me an extension cord.

Did you send the payment

to my father?

- You plugged in?

- Two secs.

F***, what you doing?

Take that beer off of there!

Take it.

Hey, a deal is a deal.

If you don't send Dad $20 a month,

that B-3 will be out of here.

Listen to this.

Hey, man!

Isn't that fantastic?

This place is hopping.

Willie, $5 for gas.

$5... beer for the crew.

The beer wasn't included?

Willie, don't even try.

Johnny, you owe me a small fortune.

- You drank all week long!

- I paid for lunch yesterday.

Lunch yesterday was to make up

for the night before.

- How much did you drink tonight?

- Six beers.

- Eight!

- Eight.

- I drank six beers.

- Eight!

Johnny...

Seven?

- Lou! How are ya?

- Good show.

- Thanks.

- This is Pierre Harel.

- Yeah, we've met.

- Hey, man.

Still need a band for your movies?

After what I heard tonight,

I'm done looking.

Do you pay more than this gig?

We'll finish this up later.

Lou, we gotta talk.

Right, about the bar...

Hello. The name's Harel.

Denis.

You keep a solid beat.

You'd give the Stones' drummer

a run for his money.

I'm not sure many people

would agree with you on that.

I hope you realize that nobody else

in Quebec sounds like you guys.

If we were in the States,

we'd be a lot bigger.

I think you could go far,

with some decent lyrics.

What do you mean by that?

I'm a writer. Poetry, songs...

Whoa...

This guy's serious.

I'm paying. They're on me.

So...

if I understand correctly, Harel,

if we do the music for your flick,

we have to sing your songs.

That's not how I see it.

Well then...

if we don't play your tunes...

can we still do the music?

Let him have his say, Gerry.

Can we do the music for your flick?

You don't get it...

You guys are almost as good

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