Gerry Page #4

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has just been voted in...

The timing's a bit odd, isn't it?

In English, in French,

in Chinese, in Japanese,

rock is rock.

Aren't you worried

you'll look like sellouts?

People are gonna think

what they wanna think.

Any truth to the rumours

about your breaking up?

- Why are you asking that?

- To find out.

Where'd you get that from?

It's going around.

It's just gossip. Idle gossip.

You bastard reporters

and your trick questions.

The album in English

was your f***ing idea.

And what's it to you?

How come you didn't help me out?

You left me neck-deep in sh*t!

What if we're a hit in the US?

You gotta really be top-notch

to make it in the States.

Our shows are dead boring.

You never move on stage.

You look comatose.

You want a f***ing piece of me, a**hole?

- Cool it, twerp.

- You son of a b*tch.

Cool it, twerp.

Take it easy, a**hole, and sit down.

I'm sick to f***ing death

of your fights.

I've got one thing to say to you, Willie.

I'm gonna go to the States.

And I'm gonna go without you.

Got it?

You can start working

on that right away.

I quit.

I'm out of Offenbach.

Anyway, everybody knows it's over.

If Willie goes...

I'm going with him.

Now what?

What the f*** do we do now?

We make music.

- Hi, Dad!

- Hey there!

- You got your clothes?

- Mom's bringing them.

Here, it's all there.

Bye, big guy.

Go wait in the car.

Can I talk to you?

I've got nothing to say.

Denise...

Jesus!

Press down on two keys.

Watch how I do it.

See? You do this

and it changes the sound.

We knocked, but you didn't hear us.

- What is it?

- Willie sent us.

- What's he want?

- His B-3.

Come on.

What are you gonna do now, Dad?

Don't you worry about your old man.

I don't know what to do.

I think you'd be better off

if you did your own thing.

Don't let this eat you up inside.

I can't do this to Johnny.

I can't do this to Johnny.

Lord Almighty.

They went and got some chick

to be their lead singer.

Pushy bastards!

A new group for Harel and Lamothe.

"Corneille."

I contacted a couple of guys.

We're gonna put a new band together.

CORBEAU:

A NEW ROCK GROUP IS BORN

Pretty snazzy, huh?

Happy you're here, Breen.

- Me, too.

- You know Johnny?

Yeah, I know he plays a mean guitar.

I was glad you called.

We've still got some great songs in us.

And we're team players!

Team players that are changing teams.

Guys, I'd like to introduce...

- How are you doing?

- What's up?

Pull up a chair.

Bring some glasses over.

Today is a fresh start!

I told you running off to France

for all that time

would be dangerous for the group.

I started a new band, Ren,

with two guys from Ontario.

We're not in each other's faces

like we used to be.

Get an album out.

You're old news now.

That's the problem.

Nobody wants to produce us.

I see.

That's why I'm here.

Gerry, you know we go way back.

But I've been out of the music biz

for four years. I make movies now.

You realize the financial risk?

Our songs are dynamite, Ren.

Trust me, you're gonna love them.

First, I want to hear you.

And if I do get involved,

I choose the songs.

You won't regret it, boss.

You got your goddamn string

back on, McGale?

Read this.

It's called

"My Blues Get Stuck at the Door."

Shut your traps for two minutes, guys.

All right...

Here I am at home alone

Too many problems

to face on my own

I need something wicked

I need something wild

To survive

Nice start.

Maybe I should call the drug hotline

Christ!

Wait. Read the next bit.

You never know

They might deliver mine

I know I should be looking for more

But my blues get stuck at the door

The fridge is making an awful racket

I don't think it, or I will hack it

Between me and my phone,

there's no good will

I want someone to call

it wants to be still

To hell with my soul

If the devil wants it near

It's more fun down there

Than it is up here

I'd like to sing this one, Gerry.

It's really good.

- You like it?

- Yeah, a lot.

I do, too.

I think it's our best album yet.

I got my test results back.

Did you?

Yes.

- And?

- I'm pregnant.

- No way!

- Yes, we're having a baby!

F***ing A!

A baby!

The song you're hearing right now, Pops...

it was written by a poet,

Gilbert Langevin.

He won a slew of prizes.

He's a friend of mine now.

And I wrote the music.

What do you think?

I can't say.

I don't know anything about it.

No, but, what I mean is,

do you like it?

People seem to enjoy it,

so it must be good.

What are they doing here?

Go away! Shove off!

OK, positions, everyone.

Drink up, a**hole!

You can't put out an album cover

with a picture like that on the front.

You look like a lineup of guys

who just took turns screwing this girl

in a back alley.

Drop the deer-in-the-headlights

routine, Simard.

It's just a hot babe

hanging out with a few guys!

It's extremely sexist, Gerry.

Sexist!

For Christ's sake, Andr.

People think Offenbach

is a bunch of macho jerks.

- This won't fly.

- No.

You want to put this in their hands?

I think she's gorgeous.

We're not saying she's not!

We're not asking you to change

the way you sing, your hair...

But you can meet us halfway

so we can make you

a little more palatable to the masses.

You have to try,

because we have big plans for you.

Big, big plans for you.

What the hell are you getting at?

Well...

Alain and I were digging around,

and it seems the Forum is free in April.

- Yeah, so?

- I don't know.

How does it sound to you?

"Offenbach at the Forum."

Are you guys for real?

We want Offenbach

to be the first Quebec group

to play the Montreal Forum.

And it's perfect.

Only a month before the referendum.

The timing is excellent.

People are gonna eat it up.

Gerry Boulet and Johnny Gravel.

Gerry Boulet.

- Offenbach!

- Offenbach!

We're playing tonight.

He doesn't want to let us in.

It's all right. They're the band.

Thanks, buddy.

The next time we play the Forum,

it'll be with your big band.

Sound like a deal?

Breen, we were on fire out there!

I can't get over it!

What do you think, McGale?

Not bad for a band from Quebec!

Don't forget your friends in Ontario.

Hey, Big Bob, easy on the beer!

I was just saying to Johnny

it's the best show I've ever seen.

You were out of sight.

- You're as good as ever.

- You know it!

Get one.

They're going down smooth as water.

Grald, I'm so proud of you.

I'm happy you're here, big brother.

A toast!

Long live Offenbach!

The first to play the Forum

like the Americans.

We f***ing did it!

Please wake up!

What's wrong?

- The baby, Gerry.

- Jesus Christ!

- What is it?

- Go look.

- Where?

- In the bathroom.

I don't know. I'm not sure.

Franoise...

We'll have another baby, OK?

Stop tormenting yourself.

Come on.

I want to walk for a while.

One last shot!

Nice save!

OK, I gotta go.

Come on.

I'll come by next week.

I can't Saturday.

I'm playing baseball.

Are you?

Well, take this inside.

Oh boy.

Smells good.

I made lasagna.

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