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How many songs?
What?
How many songs?
Two.
$30, right?
OUR LAND IS AT THE AGE OF THE WORLD'S FIRST DAYS.
OUR LIFE HERE HAS YET TO BE DISCOVERED AND NAMED;
THESE DARK FEATUR, ES WHICH ARE OURS
THIS SILENT HEART THAT IS IN US
ALL THESE LANDSCAPES, FROM BEFORE MANKIND
EXPECTING OUR SETTLE, MENT AND POSSESSION
AND THIS CONFUSED VOICE THAT STRAYS THROUGH THE NIGHT
ALL OF THAT CALLS TO THE DAY AND LIGHT.
A big round of applause for the charming Tiffany.
We'll be right back after the break
with the super-sexy Lydia.
LAURENTIA
PART l GHOSTS
Rosalie...
- Hi. - Hi.
Sorry, l lost track of the time.
I just got here anyway.
You must be tired.
Not too bad.
Are you hungry?
A little bit after six hours on the bus.
I can imagine.
- You OK? - What?
Are you OK?
Yeah, sure.
You look tired too.
Yeah, it's been a busy week.
IT SOMETIMES HAD TO BE
THAT THE SUN CAST ITS REDDISH BLUSH UPON THE WINDOWS
SO THAT WE COULD FEEL A LITTLE LESS ALONE
AND THEN SOME MADE-UP MEMORY
OF THE BEAUTY OF ALL THINGS SHONE THROUGH
UNTIL EVERYTHING SETTLED IN THE RAW WHITE OF THE REAL
COMPELLING US TO LOWER OUR EYELIDS
OK... Oh boy.
OK, come on.
There's plenty of room.
I'm here.
Are you ready for another load?
OK.
Hey, Dave, wait a minute. I'm coming.
We'll grab the stove. It's not that heavy.
What do we do now? Should l go to the back?
Grab it from the back.
And when we get to the stairs...
- Should l give you a hand? - Yes.
Got it?
One, two, three, go!
Louis, grab your end.
Come on.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I don't have a good grip!
OK, but hurry up, 'cause it's heavy.
Wait, we'll get a better hold.
- You can let it go a bit, OK? - OK, let's put it down.
- Are you good? - Yes. Go!
- Are you good? - Yeah, fine.
Right...
You want us to help you unpack a couple of boxes?
No, it's fine, guys. You've done enough.
Yeah, anyway, l have to bring the truck back before 5..OO.
Here.
Anyway...
Thanks for your help, guys. It was really good of you.
- Don't worry about it. - Thanks for the pizza.
Don't mention it.
Once you settle in, it's going to be real nice here.
Right, then. Good luck, eh?
Let's talk soon.
Thanks again for your help.
- Cool, man. - Ciao, boys.
Ciao.
- Bye then. - Bye, guys.
QUEBEC POETRY FROM ITS ORIGINS TO THE PRESENT DAY
Louis, take your break with us. We're going for coffee.
No, go ahead without me. I still have a lot of work.
Come on, Marc and the others are going to be there. It'll be fun.
I'm not feeling so good today, Guillaume.
I'll take a rain check, OK?
For Christ's sake!
Hello?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Just hang on a minute. I'll make a note of it.
OK, go ahead.
Thirty, zero, eight. It's in the archives, right?
That's it.
No, no. No problem.
For Jocelyne, OK.
What's her office number again?
No problem.
Yes.
Yes.
OK. Thanks, bye.
PART II TORMENTS
So, when the guys come in, the show's already started.
Apparently, there wasn't a young person in the place.
Everyone had grey hair.
So the guys get to their seats.
And there's a pile of coats and purses on their seats.
It takes them 10 minutes
to make the people understand they have to clear the seats.
And the old people are sighing.
They're outraged that someone would be late for a Charlebois show.
You're not supposed to be late for Robert Charlebois!
$14, please.
- How much? - I don't have any cash, man.
$14. No, it's cool, guys.
- It's my turn! - Thanks.
Just give me $4.
OK. Thanks a lot.
Thank you.
- Right then... Cheers! - Cheers, guys!
Well...
So, anyway, right, the guys don't feel welcome at the show.
And they also find it really boring.
So they decide to pretend that the show is really good.
They decide to pretend the show's really good,
so they start to sing and then to dance.
And they lay it on real thick.
And then the crowd starts to notice.
The crowd turns and they tell the guys..
''Calm down, take it easy.''
What the fuck is their problem?
So? So?
The crowd starts to shout at the guys,
but the more they're told to shut it, the more it winds them up.
So now the guys are totally cranked and start to boo the crowd
and then Robert Charlebois.
The guys start shouting out some fucking intense stuff, like..
''Fuckin' lousy baby-boomer gig!''
Come on! I don't believe it!
I swear, man that's what he told! me.
And so, apparently, even the...
What's that stuck up your ass, man?
Fuckin' bunch of morons.
You got nothing else to do?
What?
Cool it, man.
- Go to hell, fucker. - Hey, let it go.
Forget about them.
Right, so security comes in and stops the show.
And Robert Charlebois says something like..
''Look at today's youth.''
And J.F. answers.. ''Hey! Go fuck yourself, you boomer!
''When are you going to die anyway?''
I don't know who has a fucking problem.
No. It's cool, man. Everything's fine.
Damn it, Louis.
Hey! Hey! Stop it. Calm down, please.
Everyone calm down, OK?
- Shut up! Sit down! - It's cool. It's all cool.
OK, everyone calm down.
Louis, fuck!
AUTUMN ALMOST LAID BARE
SHIMMERING GOLD
FORESTS
AND THIS DUSK LIGHT
LEAKING AT THE HORIZON'S EDGE
ENOUGH TO MAKE ME CRY OUT IN ANGUISH
ALL THESE THINGS l AM STRIPPED OF
I know, they're little assholes.
You didn't have to fight them for that.
Look, what's done is done.
Will you stop whining?
Fucking goddamn anglo shitheads.
Show me.
No, it's not that bad.
What?
What is it?
Goddamn fucking anglos.
Calm down. This isn't Palestine.
- Don't encourage him. - Give me a break.
You should have hit like that earlier.
Come on! Fuck, Louis.
No, wait. There.
That's how you do it. There you go, fucker.
Come on. Get angry!
Take that, fucker!
- Do it! - OK, OK, calm down now.
Come on. A little effort. No, wait, wait.
Come on! Take that, fucker!
Oh yeah.
- Take that, fucker! - OK, that's enough!
Fuck!
Louis, fuck! Somebody's fuckin' going to call the cops!
Goddamn fucking piece of shit province!
Louis, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself.
OK, I'm getting the fuck out of here, man! Shit!
What are you doing, Dave, shit!
Hey, I'm getting the fuck out of here, man!
Dave, what the fuck are you doing?
Louis, stop it now.
Louis! Fuck!
Louis, stop, shit!
Fuck, Louis!
Fuck!
You're losing it, man, fuck!
What's that?
Dave!
What do we do now?
Forget it, man.
Come on, we can't let Dave...
Dave, wait!
Yes.
I... Yeah. Thanks.
Louis.
It's not serious. It doesn't hurt.
I'm not a doctor, but...
It's just that, yesterday...
If I work until October then l can stop.
And I'll have one year of maternity leave.
- One year! - Really?
Yeah.
That's good.
What about Martin?
How's he handling it with his job?
He only has one week off.
But he has paid vacation days accumulated this year.
So he'll take them when l give birth,
and then he'll just work four days a week until Christmas.
We're happy.
It's pretty good when you work for the city.
- Yeah. - There's always a way.
That's true. Yeah.
But when you think about it, we have it pretty good here too.
When Seb's girlfriend had her first one last year,
Raymond would let him leave early to take the baby to the doctor.
- It's also fun. - Yeah.
Yeah, that's exactly why l stay at this job.
You know, l could find a better salary somewhere else.
But the conditions in our department are hard to beat.
Makes a big difference.
Since l want more than one child...
For sure.
What about you, Louis?
You and Rosalie isn't it time you had kids?
We're in no hurry.
Speaking of which, how is your Rosalie doing?
She's good.
It's been a while since we've seen her, no?
So how was her trip?
It was fine.
She must have handed in her thesis by now?
Yeah.
Will we see her at Guy's farewell party?
That's on Thursday, right?
Then... no.
It completely slipped my mind. We planned something else.
l have to go now. I'm a little busy.
Well... OK. See you.
Hello?
Hello?
ONLY LET ME CLOSE MY EYES
ONLY LET ME LAY THE PALMS OF MY HANDS ON MY EYELIDS
ONLY LET ME SEE YOU NO MORE
SO l CANNOT SPY THROUGH THE THICK SHADOWS
THE HEAVY GATES OF FORGETFULNESS SLOWLY SWINGING OPEN
No, l stopped it.
- Look at me now. - I'm looking, lI'm looking.
Hey! Fucking madman!
- Do you have it? - Yes.
Here, l got it.
- Get set. - Right.
- Another beer, guys? - No, I'm fine.
Hey, I'll have another, if there's still some left.
Come on.
Loser.
The loser's winning six to two.
Thanks.
You OK?
Louis?
I'm OK, man.
Thanks for being here, guys.
THE VOID BECKONS, l AM AFRAID
I CALL UPON GOD
TO CURL UP AND FOREVER SLEEP
I WOULD LIKE TO BE A MAGICIAN
SO l COULD VANISH AT ONCE
WHEN THE IMPOSSIBLE APPROACHED.
PART III ABYSSES
AND FROM THIS CLIFF UPON WHICH WE STAND
OUR SIGHT RESTS UPON THE SEA
AND OUR ARMS LIE AT OUR SIDES
LIKE USELESS OARS
OUR SIGHTS SUFFER UPON THE SEA
LIKE GREAT PITIFUL HANDS
TWO POOR UNMOVING HANDS
ALL-KNOWING AND INCAPABLE
Hi.
I'm Louis.
What?
Sorry, l didn't really catch that.
The music is really too loud.
DOLLARD-DES-ORMEAUX MAY 166O
TO TURN INTO A CLEARING THAT EMPTY FAR-OFF PLACE!
OUTSIDE OF YOU YET SO CLOSE IT MAKES YOU SHIVER.
GENTLY COME DOWN KEEP DEATH FROM RISIN' G
FEAR FROM FLEEING, FROM HIDING I BEG YOU TO LOOK AT ME.
WHO ARE YOU THAT l TURN TO YOU
AND BESEECH YOU SO TO CRUSH ME INTO YOUR RADIANCE?
You scared me.
I'd like to talk.
I have nothing to say to you, Louis.
I miss you, Rosalie.
l miss you.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
MY COUNTRYMAN HAS BARELY RISEN FROM THE EARTH
AND HIS FIRST LETTER IS DARK FOLIAGE
AND HIS FEATURES A SHAPELESS AND AWKWARD FANCY
THIS MAN THAT IS TAKING HIS FIRST STEPS UPON THE EARTH
TRAINS HIMSELF FOR THE ORIGINAL GESTURE
AND HIS WRISTS BLEED UPON THE WILD STONES
AND WORDS SCORCH HIS MOUTH
AND THE TOOL BREAKS IN HIS CLUMSY HANDS
AND IT IS ALL HIS YOUTH THAT BURSTS INTO TEARS.
Well, I think he wants to see his daddy now.
And please put that out, Dad.
I think it's his mom that's fed up with taking care of him.
Hey, l didn't make this baby all on my own.
True, true.
Hey, wait a minute, there.
All right! Now you're talking.
Rhubarb pie!
Your mother made it.
Rosalie, my dear, we're so happy to have you here with us.
- We really missed you. - I'm happy too.
No, no, leave that. You've done enough.
Go find your boyfriend.
Anybody want ice cream?
I'll have some, thanks.
- There you go. - Thanks.
Rosalie, do you want to hold him?
Well, OK.
Here. Fill yourself up with your mother's pie.
There you go.
Perfect.
Thanks, dear.
Alberte, your pie doesn't look half bad.
The crust's not burnt.
He never quits.
Is he going to annoy me until the end of my days with that story?
What story?
The story of my first rhubarb pie.
I was a newlywed. I'd never cooked a pie in my life.
- And his mother is a pie expert. - That's right.
And of rhubarb pie above all else.
So, l had my mother-in-law's recipe.
And then...
~My name is Louis Despres.
~I'm 28 years old.
~I'm an audio-visual technician.
~I live at 2344A D'Orleans Street in Montreal.
~In the Province of Quebec.
~I live next door to Jay Kashyap,
''who is 25 years old.
~I admit to having killed Jay Kashyap last August 16th
~In his apartment on D'Orleans Street in Montreal.
~I acted alone.
~After attending a party organized by Mr. Kashyap,
~I spent the night in a nearby park.
~Once l got back to my apartment,
~l took out a screwdriver and knocked at Jay Kashyap's door.
~He opened the door a few moments later.
~I immediately assaulted, him with the screwdriver
~repeatedly stabbing him in the chest.
~When he stopped resisting,
~I dragged his body to the back of his apartment.
~I then noticed that he was dead.
''I hereby confirm
''that this declaration was made of my own freewill,
''without any promises or threats.
''In witness whereof, I sign, in Montreal, August 24th, 2010.''
Is that OK with you?
Yes.
You have to sign here...
and here.
Will you be alright?
Listen, you'll have to wait here a few hours
before they transfer you.
If you get hungry while waiting, just say so.
They'll bring you something.
In the meantime, I'm going to hand in your deposition.
I FEEL A GREAT WARINESS
AND WANT TO SUCCUMB TO INERTIA
AS IF TO A SPELL.
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