Gerry Page #5

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Lasagna, huh?

There's plenty for three,

if you wanna stick around.

It's funny, Denise...

but tonight...

it's like I never left.

You're a goddamn riot.

We might still be married,

but you took off

a long time ago, darling.

Yeah.

But that's not what I mean.

Tonight, the supper...

Justin...

and...

the fact that you and me...

we can talk...

without flying off the handle.

I mean...

Thanks.

Yeah...

Fancy ride!

You can't skimp on comfort

when it comes to your roadies.

This sucker must cost an arm and a leg.

What do you wanna do,

have them hitchhike?

Offenbach's about to do the biggest rock tour

Quebec has ever seen.

The guys are gonna have to drive

day and night to keep up.

You bugger...

You're trying to pull a fast one on me.

Savoie, you son of a b*tch.

Pretty nice, huh?

Come here.

No!

You never quit!

You're unbelievable!

Stop it!

Gerry, I have to get to work!

Making a baby

is a more important job!

You're hopeless!

Don't answer.

This is ridiculous!

Come on, Franoise...

Hello?

Sure, here he is.

Stop it. it's Denise.

Hello.

Yeah.

Listen, we'll talk about it later,

all right?

I'll call you back. Bye.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, it's...

it's Justin.

He's carrying on again.

You can tell me about it tonight.

I'm horribly late.

- Have a nice day!

- Yeah, right.

Sh*t.

I have to tell you something.

What's going on?

Denise is pregnant.

That's all?

Who's the father?

Me.

Denise is pregnant with your baby.

What the hell were you thinking?

You had just had the miscarriage...

I was sh*t-faced.

I didn't know what I was doing.

It was an accident.

An accident, my ass!

Wait. Franoise!

Franoise, please!

I gave up everything for you.

My home, my family, my friends.

You swore to me it was over with her.

It's over.

I don't believe you anymore.

Breen, are you comfortable

in our tour bus?

You could've invited us over

to your super-duper camper before.

I think I'll become

a goddamn roadie, too.

This is some fancy sh*t.

Look here, Breen, Beck's!

Not today, OK?

You have any idea

how much this bus costs?

Go get some sleep, Gerry.

Me and my pals are the ones paying

for your five-star motor home.

You think we sit on our asses

all day long?

Well, your sorry asses have it

pretty f***ing cushy in here.

We work 18 hours a day to make

your goddamn shows happen!

Well, without my goddamn shows,

you would be collecting

f***ing unemployment!

You and your loser friends!

- That's what you think?

- Absolutely!

I'm getting off at the next town!

You'll see how happy you'll be,

alone in your stupid tour bus!

If I listened to my gut, Savoie,

I'd have gone it alone a long time ago.

I don't need you! I don't need anyone!

You couldn't let me sleep.

I lost it again.

Yup.

It happens to everyone.

I can't do this anymore, Johnny.

The business...

A tour that isn't making a dime...

I just wanna turn my back

on the whole f***ing mess.

What else would you do?

You have to give your marriage

another chance.

Why?

She's pregnant.

You have to be with her.

Yeah, but what about us?

We'll see each other every

once in a while, on the side.

But I want to be with you,

not with Denise.

Just promise me...

if you meet someone else,

you'll tell me.

Why are you saying that?

I know there are other girls.

I'm not blind. I can live with that.

But if you fall in love

with anyone else,

tell me.

Otherwise, it's just too humiliating.

You're the one I love, OK?

Mom said that someday

Franoise will go back to France.

And you'll come and live with us again.

Justin...

I'm gonna stay put.

But we'll still go fishing together,

you and me.

How does that sound?

Good.

Sweet Marianne.

Isn't she beautiful?

I want you to take good care of her.

I gotta go.

Bye.

Thanks.

Yeah, well...

I've thought about it long and hard,

guys, and...

I'm done with this.

I'm out.

Out of what?

Offenbach, Breen.

Offenbach.

You're not quitting Offenbach.

You're breaking us up.

Clear and simple.

Why?

All I can say, McGale...

is when I listen to our stuff now,

I don't hear anything of mine in there.

It's not my fault

that I wrote nine of the songs

on our last record.

Somebody had to step up...

You can't be serious.

Jesus Christ, twerp.

What you're doing

doesn't make any sense.

Breaking up the band like this.

Offenbach's going strong.

We've played the Forum three times.

We just released our 12th album.

We've been together for 15 years.

Fifteen years, dammit...

Fifteen years.

And the two of us go back even longer.

Did you think about that, twerp?

OK, Johnny.

We'll do one last show.

OK, guys!

It's our last f***ing show.

Seriously, man.

I think I'm gonna cry!

You guys rock!

Thank you, my friends!

Maybe if...

What are you doing, Daddy?

I'll put that here...

I'm building my own music studio.

What for?

For recording my songs...

And maybe other people's, too.

All sorts of things.

All sorts of things.

Gerry, phone!

Coming.

I'll be right back.

Won't be long, Julie.

What the hell is going on, Gerry?

- What?

- There's blood everywhere!

Not everywhere.

Just in the toilet.

Where's it from?

It'll be all right.

I just did too much coke yesterday.

It can't be the coke.

The coke was yesterday, the day before...

Stop worrying.

This happens all the time.

It's fine.

This has been going on for months.

I see how you clutch your stomach.

You have to see a doctor.

No. No doctors.

I'm fine, OK?

Stop it. Stop worrying.

- This isn't good, Gerry.

- It's fine.

- No.

- Yes.

Franoise, could you please...

My sunshine.

So, doctor...

Time for a holiday.

You need chemotherapy, Gerry.

What for?

When we removed your tumour,

we discovered that it had metastasized.

Metastasized...

Well then...

Metastasized.

Any questions?

Am I gonna lose my hair?

Not necessarily.

We'll find a way.

- Come on!

- What are you doing?

You need to work.

I'm fed up with seeing you lying there,

brooding all day long.

What do you mean "work"?

I just finished Francoeur's album.

I did the music for Jzabel

for Denise Boucher.

That's not the same.

I want you to do something of your own.

I want you to write for yourself.

You...

Don't think about anything else.

Leave that to me.

Go on, Gerry. Turn around!

Sure, no problem.

This is the change of chords

I really like.

So that's it, Breen.

What do you think?

It's a hell of an album.

I'll be ready to record it in two months,

if you're in.

I'll make sure I'm there.

What about Johnny?

That would sound too much

like the old band.

I've got Richard Leduc

doing the arrangements.

It sounds great, man.

You're gonna love it.

I'm really happy for you, Gerry.

It's even better than I thought.

It took a poet like you

to put the right words in my mouth.

This album's gonna be a smash, Gerry.

I've got a really good feeling about it.

Now...

I have a duet I wanna do.

Well...

Any female vocalist in Montreal

would give her eyeteeth

to sing with you.

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