Gerry Page #3

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Don't move. I'm taking a picture.

Jesus f***ing Christ, guys!

Dammit!

This is brand-new!

I bought it to wear to the Oratory!

F***! it's gonna reek like beer now!

Sh*t!

Come see the picture!

- Bingo night, goddammit!

- What do you mean?

They say our mass

was like a giant f***ing bingo night!

What the hell?

"Offenbach at the Oratory:

"A bingo night

that could've been so much more."

Three thousand people at a mass.

The bastards didn't write

a single good thing.

What are they bashing us for?

Problems with the sound,

the amps that blew,

the lighting...

This is great.

Yesterday, we were prophets.

Today, we're pariahs.

Stupid f***ing showbiz.

Mom, it's Grald.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I just wanted to tell you,

don't buy any newspapers this morning.

Just don't buy the papers, OK?

We'll talk later.

OK? Bye. Yeah, bye.

Falardeau, right?

Faraldo. Claude Faraldo.

Right, well, I listened

to Saint-Chrone de Nant,

the album you made at the cathedral.

It was brilliant.

You absolutely have to come

to France with me.

All we have are these lousy

American wannabes.

It's ridiculous.

I can assure you

they've never experienced anything

like your style of hard-core rock.

So that's it.

What I'm really interested in

is making a movie about you.

What fascinates me about your music

is what I call the spontaneous creation,

stripped down, straight from the gut.

I can't afford any plane ticket.

No worries about the cost.

I'll take care of all of that.

The dope, the beer, every last detail.

The dope?

Yeah, but there is one catch.

I have to be able to shoot you

at all times.

Day, night, whenever.

You wanna see our d*cks, too?

And watch us while we get laid?

You're getting the wrong impression...

Listen up, Frenchie.

I make movies, too. I know how it is

with a camera always rolling.

It gets everything.

It's in your face and up your ass.

With a guy like him,

we're gonna look like a bunch of idiots.

You must be Harel, right?

If that's what it takes

to make a good movie about us,

I don't see why

we wouldn't give it a try.

Ever since I saw Brigitte Bardot

naked on screen,

I've dreamt of banging a French girl.

You'll see. I'll introduce you

to lots of French girls.

It's not like there's anything exciting

going on for us here.

I want nothing to do with his movie.

The way I see it, Claude,

I've got all the time in the world.

I'm with you, Gerry.

I don't have time to go to France.

I have a movie to finish.

Does he mean that?

You're the man of the house now.

Look after your mother.

I won't see you for a little while.

Behave yourself, OK?

Give me an Eskimo kiss.

All right!

- I'll miss you.

- Yeah.

Maybe we could come spend

some time with you over there?

When school's over?

Yeah, sure.

That's an idea.

We'll see.

I've never been to France.

Haven't you? No, I guess not.

Bye, Dad.

We won't run out of beer.

There is a God!

You've already started shooting?

Are you camera-shy?

Here's a close-up on Wezo.

Hey, follow Willie.

A little closer!

The first beer always tastes

so f***ing good!

You're Gerry, right?

Yeah. And you're Franoise?

Pleased to meet you.

You smell real nice.

Gerry? Want a beer?

This is my sister Franoise.

We've introduced ourselves.

You're watching me.

You're listening to me.

And I don't give a sh*t.

Did you take my beer?

From Montreal to France

We've got to play the blues

Light it!

Franoise is in the car!

Franoise, they burned

our honeymoon car!

Franoise...

Why do you keep avoiding me?

Did I do something wrong?

Do I make you feel uncomfortable?

- Don't start, Gerry.

- Why not?

Because with me, it's all or nothing.

So long as love

Floods my mornings

So long as my body

Trembles at your touch

No problem

Can defeat me

My love

Because

You love me

I would go to the end of the world

I would dye my hair blond

if you asked it of me

I would flee my homeland

I would deny my friends

Have you lost your marbles?

What's so funny?

It's just when you sing, I...

Spit it out. I don't get it.

About dyeing your hair blond.

That's usually something

you'd hear a woman say.

A guy dying his hair blond,

especially a guy like you.

That's pretty far out!

He thinks he's a riot.

Listen up, pal.

Just because I'm some hick

from Quebec,

it doesn't mean

I can't appreciate good lyrics.

These ones were written

by dith Piaf.

And I think...

it's important to respect

every last word,

every last f***ing comma.

Got it?

I love it when you sing Piaf.

Don't change a thing.

I would go to the end of the world

I would dye my hair blond

if you asked it of me

They can go ahead and laugh at me

I would do anything

if you asked it of me

Show's over!

Milady...

Genital-men...

Frenchies, do something French.

Why did you hold back so long?

I don't know.

Everybody's always watching us and I...

They are?

You think they're checking us out

all the time?

"Checking us out"?

Yeah.

Watch this then.

You'll see what I mean.

Yeah.

Looks good, huh?

This way,

they can watch us...

all they want.

They'll see we're together.

Because we're together now?

Just you and me.

Denise!

Hey, buckaroo!

How's my little Justin?

You've gotten so big!

Did you take a plane?

Did you like it?

Let's fly like an airplane

over to Wezo, OK?

Flying over to Wezo!

You're looking pretty spiffy

in your Indian shirt!

- This is Cristal.

- Carole!

- Hi!

- Hi.

- How are you?

- Fine.

You know everyone.

Cameraman.

Christophe.

Wezo, Laurence...

Denise.

And this is Claude's sister.

- Franoise.

- Hello.

Denise.

Come, sweetheart.

Come with Mom.

- Did you have a nice trip?

- We did. Justin was really good.

You're so tall, buckaroo!

You'll be as tall as me soon!

Quiet! Time for a sing-along!

An old-fashioned sing-along song

for the cameraman.

The ones who heard them said:

"You're all no-good shitheads."

The ones who answered said:

"You can eat sh*t till you're dead."

Guys, I just talked to Harel.

Harel.

He says the music scene

back home is hot.

Apparently everybody's

listening to Quebec music.

There's tons of new bands.

I don't know about you guys,

but I'd like to go back.

I f***ing like it here.

We've been gone for almost two years.

It'd be fun to find out

what's going on at home.

Gerry?

Jesus, Boulet, are you listening?

If you wanna go back to Montreal,

Willie, you go right ahead.

I'd kind of like to go home, too.

Are you staying?

You'll be alone.

Are you quitting Offenbach?

- I'm not quitting.

- Yes, you are.

- I'm not quitting.

- Yes, you are.

I'm not.

You don't have the guts

to go at it alone.

You're shitting yourself

just thinking about it.

Go to hell, Gerry!

I'm f***ing leaving.

Go right the f*** ahead, Willie.

Why do you guys always gotta be

at each other's throats?

Yeah, but we don't do politics.

Still, making a record in English

when people are prouder than ever

to speak French

and a separatist government

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