Hey, Fred Astaire.|Take a seat.
This isn't|'Dancing with the Stars'.
Girls, here's your note.
- It's frizzy.|- Like a poodle.
You here for a perm or to sing?
Gabrielle, your bracelets.
All together.|Ladies...
3, 4...
I took off
On Quebecair, Transworld,|Northern, Eastern, Western...
You're singing from your head.
Remember to breathe.|Loosen your diaphragm.
The clap is too soft. Keep it sharp.|Together now, 3, 4...
Good. When you sing,|don't forget to listen.
From the top.
I'm taking off
- Genevičve?|- Tired...
She should stay home.|Stay home if you're so tired.
Philippe!
Do you want to do the show?
Yes!
With Charlebois?|For sure!
Will he really sing with us?
Of course!
He hasn't practiced.
He's a pro, it's his job.
How'll he manage?
Tired.
Gab, c'mere.|We'll sing the desert song.
Everybody up!|Genevičve, Philippe, get up.
1, 2, 3, 4...
Anthony...
Good.|Daniel.
Everybody.
- Laurent?|- Yeah.
Out of the way, Mozart.
What's up, Gaby?
I need some panties, please.
Corning in.
- Here.|- Thanks.
Let's check your blood sugar.
Can you buy me tampons?|I want to try them swimming.
Tampons?
Tampons?
It's alright,|I'll do it myself.
Michael, you can see the bathroom's|busy. Use the other one.
- My beard...|- We'll shave later.
- Later, later, Laurent.|- Bye, dude.
Let me help.|It's upside down.
Give it to me, Gaby.
I can do it myself!
Philippe, change places with Martin.
Anthony, you change too.
Good, Michael.|Make them wolves howl.
Daniel, Simon, change places.
- My leg hurts.|- Singing will make it better.
Here we go.
The trees bend
It is stronger,|stronger than all
Hanging from the branches
The air seems softer still
In the trampled grass
Counting my regrets
The crack of a match
And everything|goes up in smoke
While the fields burn
I wait for my tears to come
And when the plains ripple
Nothing will touch me again
That night we kissed
Without saying a word
And all around us
The world could|have collapsed
Rings under my eyes
Dust in my hair
Up and down my legs
The caress of flames
While the fields burn
I wait for my tears to come
And when the plains ripple
Nothing will touch me again
My mom.
Hi, Claire!
Bye, Martin.
- Hi, Gabrielle.|- Hello!
Want a lift, Gab?
No, I don't know the way.
- Gaby!|- Martin!
How do you say "hair"?
Bal.
Yup.
"Water"?
Pani.
Just the ends, right?
Just the ends.
I miss Raphaél.
Me too.
He'll be back soon, right?
Martin's going to|love your look.
Martin!
My darling!
Watch out!
You know the place,|except this.
It's new this year, the mezzanine.
And above all
the shower stall, indoors.
A real palace!
That sweet Sao!
We went to his village.|I have to take you.
Two hours by motorcycle,|but another world.
The light. The views.|No electricity or running water.
I told them,|"Keep Sao in school. "
They don't see why he needs|to know math or writing.
You should hear him on the sitar.|He's brilliant!
Enough about me.|How are you?
Me, I live in a city with|too much electricity,
too much water, no cows.
I have to wear a helmet|on my scooter.
I quit my job teaching kids|who don't want to go to school,
and my lover's halfway|round the world.
- So join him.|- I need to sublet the apartment.
- And your sister?|- What about her?
Did you tell her?
Gab is in love.
A boyfriend?|Like, kissing and stuff?
Well, yeah, maybe.
That's great. Perfect even.|A guy from the Center?
She says thanks|for the bracelets.
Sophie?
You didn't tell her!
Look, she'll understand.
- Well...|- She will. She'll come around.
She has a boyfriend.|Don't wait, it'll be harder.
I know.
Pack Gabrielle in your suitcase.|With her boyfriend.
- I love you.|- Me too.
Hurry up!|Get over here!
- It's Sophie.|- Yes.
- And Mozart.|- Right, Mozart! Nice doggie, huh?
- Who's this?|- My mom.
- And him?|- He's my dad.
- Your dad.|- Hi, Dad.
It's too small for me.
They're masks like in Venice.
- You went to Italy?|- I'm scared of flying.
- I've never taken a plane.|- Me neither.
This is where I work.
- Pet sh...|- Yeah, the pet shop.
It's a nice card.
We have rabbits, fish, frogs...
The puppies are this big.
They're soft.|So soft.
Mom says she's allergic,|but I don't believe her.
So I have a turtle.
- Not as furry.|- Not as furry!
Take a deep breath.
They're from India.
The green's for when you get married.|It brings good luck.
- They're beautiful.|- I love them.
You're not my brother.
Hi, I'm Michael.|What's your name?
Hi, Michael. I'm Claire.|I met you at the Center.
Of course, I know everything.
Your brother's coming|next week, Michael.
- Hello.|- Hi.
- Everything OK?|- Sure.
We watched a film.|But Martin and Gaby...
- Hi, Claire! Things good?|- Fine, and you?
Not another Olympic Stadium, JF?
They don't hear us.|I'm coming in.
That night we kissed...
Martin?
Without speaking
Get dressed!
- Has it dried?|- Yes.
- It's not a real one.|- No.
Not a real one.
Put on your top, Gabrielle.
It dries faster than henna, right?
Sure.
Henna's for your hair.
Mom puts it in her hair,|but don't touch it cause it stains.
- Sorry.|- That's OK.
It's just...
Well...
Do you think...
Do you think they|touched each other?
Goodness!
Gabrielle, did you touch|Martin's penis?
No, I didn't touch his penis.
- There was no touching.|- It's just...
They're just tattoos.|Harmless.
They're just tattoos.
Lipstick.
Robert Charlebois and|The Muses of Montreal Choir
Gabrielle?
I'm in love with|Robert Charlebois.
No, I'm just kidding!
I'm going to your show|at the Choir Festival.
Thanks, France!
I go every year with my friend.
Robert Charlebois, that's big!
You're going to be stars.|It's great.
Thank you.
Save some for your boyfriend.
Come on.
Thank you.
My lovely daughters.
- Hi, Mom.|- Hello.
- Hi, John.|- Hi, Gaby.
Let's have dinner|before you leave?
Sure, OK.
These are my daughters.|Sophie.
- And Gabrielle.|- It's a pleasure.
I'll introduce you to Mandu.|He's from Bombay.
He knows everyone there.
Great guy.
You're off to India!|The musician.
I'm a teacher.|Gabrielle has the gift.
Perfect pitch, like my dad.
Sophie nearly tore my|leg off on her scooter.
She drives like a madman.
You're exaggerating.
Your husband's|teaching in India?
Yes, but I'm not married.
It's a wonderful project.|They help underprivileged kids.
Will you be teaching music?
In fact, they teach|traditional Indian music,
so I'd teach English.
Indian music is|extremely complex.
It's very difficult to learn.
You should learn to play the sitar.|I love the sitar.
I'm not 100% sure I'll go,|it's complicated.
It's simple. You have your plane|ticket, a fantastic boyfriend...
Shit, Mom.|You really did it.
- You didn't tell her?|- I couldn't.
Sorry.|I'll speak to her.
No, I'll do it.|Mom, it's alright.
I'm hungry.|I want to go.
India's not for sure, right?
The bus is late.
It's unreliable.
Here.|Did you get yours, Michael?
Come on, bus.|Let's go!
- Do you have one?|- Yeah, I have mine.
Simon! You're not alone on the bus.|There are other people.
Do you know that Gabrielle|is very, very happy?
Dinosaurs.
How do dinosaurs go to|the bathroom in water?
You're covered in ice cream.|Here, wipe yourself off.
Let's go see the fish.
Hello.
How are you?
Did you see the white one?|It's beautiful.
- It's so beautiful.|- I'd like one.
You're so beautiful!
I know.
Is that a budgie?
No, it's a parrot.
Come here,|you little critter.
Little critter.
Here.
Hello, critter.
That's enough petting.
Careful!
Do you want to feed him?
Here you go.
Great.
Look, these ones are naked.
- They're babies?|- Yeah, they're babies.
- They have no fur.|- No fur.
The dad's over there.
- He's the dad?|- Yup, he's the dad.
He's kept away|because he could eat them,
they're too small.
- He eats his own babies?|- Yeah, he's jealous.
That's the way hamsters are.|They're jealous.
And you can't touch the babies.|So we don't wash this cage.
If the babies smell of humans,|the mom can't recognize them.
Even worse,|she might eat them.
I'm glad my mom didn't eat me.
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