Gerry Page #2

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as the Stones.

Almost.

Sorry, guys.

My mistake.

You are the Rolling Stones of Quebec.

Now you're talking!

To Offenbach!

Pop Opera!

Party's at Lou's place!

Yeah!

Watch out!

Willie can't hold his liquor!

Johnny! You wanna drive?

Yeah, give me those.

Forget it. You're too wasted.

Johnny's too smashed!

Johnny's too smashed!

Enough!

Quiet down!

You're gonna wake up

the whole neighbourhood!

We're gonna wake up the dead,

big brother!

With poetry!

Yes, sir!

Poetry!

You coming home for supper?

I can't. I've got rehearsals.

I gotta stay in town tonight.

I never see you anymore, Grald.

You're never here.

You're always downtown at your commune.

It's not a commune, Denise.

It's a rehearsal studio.

Music's gotta be played.

Can't your music wait for just a while?

Christ, you know I love you, Denise.

Stop it, dammit.

My brother's on his way here.

F***ing hell.

Jesus...

Quit it.

He'll be up here any minute!

Try to make it back

before the week's out.

Hey, big brother! Looking good!

- She's one hell of a car.

- Couldn't resist, huh?

Four-cylinder 400.

Check out the curves on her.

She looks nice.

But how does she ride?

Get in. Have a listen to this.

Hear that? That's your music, man!

What are you singing?

That a new song?

We're jamming, Harel!

Is that a new song in French?

No! I'm just singing whatever!

I'm improvising!

Knock it off, guys.

Try singing that instead.

Harel, you're a stubborn f***ing mule,

you know that?

I told you. English is the language

of rock music, not French.

Are you ashamed

of your own goddamn language?

I'm not ashamed of anything,

is that clear?

Charlebois sings in French

and he's huge.

Charlebois is Charlebois,

and I'm me. Right?

Right on.

Last night, last night

That's why, that's why

Take it easy.

It sounds the same.

You wanna sing it?

Let's use the same pattern, boys.

The Blueberry Hill chords.

Sing in French! A**hole!

What's wrong with you,

you bunch of morons?

You want us to sing in French?

Well, we don't sing in French.

French is what they speak in France.

This is Quebec!

And we speak Qubcois!

And we sing in Qubcois!

Thanks, guys.

The third take was the best.

Should we use that one?

We f***ing nailed it!

You like what you just heard?

I like it a lot.

You're gonna take off.

You're amazing.

Go on without me, guys.

I'm heading home.

Come have one beer with us, big brother.

We gotta celebrate.

My girlfriend's waiting for me.

Let her wait!

- Want a puff?

- No.

I'll have a beer

and drink to your health.

You'll have a dozen.

- Good night, big brother.

- Good night.

Hey, babe.

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

I feel split into two

Yeah, that sounds good.

You have a f***ing way with words.

I like it.

I don't know whether

I'm too small

Maybe love is dead

Her nails were red as fire

Her eyes sparkled like fool's gold

it would've been a shame

if she played a game

Just to...

get me.

Get me...

On my knees

Grald, are you almost done?

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

I feel split into two

I don't know whether

I'm too small

Maybe love is dead

it's like you wrote it for me!

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

I feel split into two

I don't know if

I'm too small

She's waiting.

Maybe love is dead

it's great, Harel.

I'll finish it off tonight!

Good.

I gotta push myself

There's nothing I can do

I'm scared as hell

Grald, we have to talk.

Your mother called yesterday.

She was wondering how things were,

if we're making out all right.

She wanted to know

if we needed anything.

We're not hard up.

No, we're not hard up...

as far as the necessities go.

What did my mother want?

She said they were looking

for part-time help at Bruck Mills.

No way in hell.

Denise...

We found a new producer, all right?

Yeah, and he knows what he's doing.

He's gonna get us out of the bars,

and book us in some real venues.

Only two nights a week?

It would help us pay for the baby's things.

Just the nights the band's not playing.

They said Friday. it's Tuesday!

Pack of liars!

Goddamn motherfucking son of a b*tch!

They could've given me one more month!

Four f***ing months.

What's one more, give or take.

Calm down, kid.

Tell them to go to hell!

Calm down, kid.

What's going on, big brother?

Repossessors.

I'm four months behind.

Get in. Forget about it.

Get me the f*** out of here.

Cheer up, big brother.

You can always buy another car.

It's not just the car.

I'm...

I'm done with music, Grald.

I knew it!

I'm fed up with being flat broke

all the time.

My heart's not in it anymore.

Yeah...

Yet another sorry excuse?

You can't leave. We've always

done everything together.

I'm not a real musician anyway.

It's better this way.

You wanna end up like Dad?

Is that it?

Punch in every single morning

and do what they tell you to

like a goddamn robot!

Ask for permission to piss

and then get laid off

at the end of it, f***?

There's nothing wrong

with an honest day's work.

Jesus Christ, what's the matter

with this f***ing wreck now?

What do we do?

Let the piece of sh*t burn.

I don't remember the name.

All I know is that

it was the same guitar Elvis had.

A Harmony, Pierre.

Exactly, a Harmony.

I practised playing like him

in front of the mirror.

I was more into gospel music

and Negro spirituals...

Church music!

Blotter, gentlemen?

Can't turn that down!

It's a gift from me to you.

Hey, don't take advantage of me.

When I used to go

into the cathedral near our house

and see the organ,

I'd leave like...

in a trance.

I always knew there was something

mystical about you, Gerry.

When I was a choirboy,

I'd go watch the organist play.

Those were the first shows

I went to.

And when I saw...

the light pouring in from either side

of the church through...

The stained glass!

Yeah, the stained glass!

Just like it is here!

And the acoustics, Gerry!

- The acoustics!

- The acoustics!

I can't get over the sound it produced.

Even today,

churches are the best place

to play music.

You sparkle like the northern lights.

The acoustics! Gerry!

What?

The Oratory!

Where?

I know.

The Oratory...

We'll hold a mass!

A mass for the dead!

Johnny told me

you're looking for a drummer

for the show at the Oratory.

Can I bum a cigarette?

We're not doing the show in Latin,

are we?

Brothers...

for if you live according to the flesh,

you will die.

But if by the Spirit,

you put to death

the deeds of the body,

you will live.

For as many are led

by the Spirit of God,

these are sons of God.

Grald!

Hello.

Hi.

We're leaving.

Oh yeah?

But before we go,

I just wanted to say...

You can talk louder, Mom!

OK.

It was such a beautiful mass.

Oh yeah?

The lighting, the music...

I thought it was a beautiful mass, too, Mom.

I've never been prouder.

Your father, either.

Bye, Pops.

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Welcome to the band, Wezo!

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