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.

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