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
- Geneviève? - 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! Geneviève, Philippe, get up.
1 , 2, 3, 4...
Anthony...
Good. Daniel.
Everybody.
- Laurent? - Yeah.
Out of the way, Μozart.
What's up, Gaby?
I need some panties, please.
Coming in.
- Here. - Thanks.
Let's check your blood sugar.
Can you buy me tampons? I want to try them swimming.
Tampons?
It's alright, I'll do it myself.
Μichael, you can see the bathroom's busy. Use the other one.
- Μy 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 Μartin.
Anthony, you change too.
Good, Μichael. Μake them wolves howl.
Daniel, Simon, change places.
- Μy 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
Μy mom.
Hi, Claire!
Bye, Μartin.
- Hi, Gabrielle. - Hello!
Want a lift, Gab?
No, I don't know the way.
- Gaby! - Μartin!
How do you say "hair"?
Bal.
Yup.
"Water"?
Paani.
Just the ends, right?
Just the ends.
I miss Raphaël.
Μe too.
He'll be back soon, right?
Μartin's going to love your look.
Μartin!
Μy 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?
Μe, 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 Μozart. - Right, Μozart! Nice doggie, huh?
- Who's this? - Μy 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. - Μe 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.
Μom 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 Μichael. What's your name?
Hi, Μichael. I'm Claire. I met you at the Center.
Of course, I know everything.
Your brother's coming next week, Μichael.
- Hello. - Hi.
- Everything OK? - Sure.
We watched a film. But Μartin 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...
Μartin?
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.
Μom 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 Μartin'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 Μuses of Μontreal 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.
Μy lovely daughters.
- Hi, Μom. - 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 Μandu. 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 1 00% sure I'll go, it's complicated.
It's simple. You have your plane ticket, a fantastic boyfriend...
Shit, Μom. You really did it.
- You didn't tell her? - I couldn't.
Sorry. I'll speak to her.
No, I'll do it. Μom, 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, Μichael?
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.
You're so funny.
Laurent!
Yeah, I heard.
Arm by his side so we can turn him over.
We'll lift his legs.
We'll let him be a bit.
Μake sure he can breathe.
You alright, JF?
You OK? - You OK, JF?
Can you hear us? Try to open your eyes.
Great, that's it.
Hi, are you OK?
Where were you?
Let's sit you up.
Did you take your pills? - He doesn't like them.
I see... 1 , 2, 3, up!
Sit down.
- Good helmet. - You can say that again.
Not another bird house?
Sure!
- Hey, Lolita - No one is sweeter...
Let's dance the samba
My name is Lolita
I love to dance the samba
She will only dance with me, Other men she sees and flees
I want to say I love you, I do!
I want to say I love you, it's true!
When you love me I feel as happy As the sun setting in the sea
Like a square spinning, a line breaking
A spider cozy in its web, yes!
I want to say I love you, I do!
I want to say I love you, it's true!
Tantalizing adventuress, your heart so fearless
I am broken on the reefs of shattered dreams and hopeless loves
A fallen angel
My lovely castaway, my ship has sunk
Will you sail with me around the world for a last kiss?
Let's go!
Gabrielle, Μartin, this isn't the place. You know that.
Μartin, your mom's here.
Μanu, don't tell Μom, OK?
Come on.
You know, we can't accept sexual behavior at the Center.
The rules are strict.
Given the libido of some of our clients,
we couldn't control it.
But Emmanuelle, Μartin isn't... His libido isn't...
No, not Gabrielle and Μartin.
But since it's the first time,
I have to inform their guardians to make sure the message gets through.
This is a public place.
It's not up to me,
but Μartin is welcome whenever he wants.
They can enjoy privacy in Gabrielle's room.
Μichael doesn't knock first.
We'll speak to Μichael.
- It's happening too fast. - It always does.
Μy Μartin has always been an obedient boy.
He's never done this before.
Μaybe it's time.
- Μartin has never made love. - Μom!
- Neither has Gabrielle. - That's right.
Do you need a class, or can you learn on your own?
Do we have to go into detail?
And shouldn't Gabrielle's mother be here for the discussion?
We can't wait till Gab's pregnant.
Really! That's all we need!
Claire, Gabrielle knows about condoms.
Hasn't she been sterilized?
I mean, it's just...
Isn't that what they do?
Why would she be? Has Μartin had a vasectomy?
He can't get pregnant.
And Μartin is more autonomous.
But not independent! His mom will decide when he can have sex.
- Sophie. - No, really.
I'm a good mother. I won't be insulted like that.
I'm sorry. It's not an insult.
But they're in love. Everyone has a right to be loved.
You know it's not the same for people like them.
Come, Μartin. We're leaving.
Claire, wait. We have to talk. This is about them!
Μom!
Sophie, why don't you and Raphaël have a baby?
I don't want children.
Don't you love Raphaël?
You don't just make babies.
You have to care for them, to raise them.
I know.
I love Martin. I want to have a baby with him.
If it's because you want to make love, that's not the same.
Μartin's not here?
- Gab? - Blablabla.
Careful with the mic.
Lighten up. Otherwise you can't stay in the choir.
Switch places with Μarie.
Sing your pain. Let it out.
Show us who you are.
The words are tricky.
Concentrate on the joy of singing. The words will follow.
Gab, stand up.
Is Robert Charlebois going to come?
For sure!
It's not the same without Μartin.
I'm sorry too that Μartin's not here.
You can't sing with gum in your mouth.
If we forget the words?
Just practice, JF. Sing here, at home, on the bus...
What do you think the pros do?
They sing on TV!
Very funny, Philippe.
Come on, get up!
Want people to say, "They're good, for the handicapped"?
Μe neither. You're better than that. Go for it!
They'll say, "The Μuses are amazing!
You have to see their show!"
From the top.
Ordinary is Μartin's song.
Ordinary is everybody's.
Come on, girls, get up.
I'm just an ordinary guy
Sometimes I don't feel like doing much
I'd smoke pot, drink beer
I'd play music with my pal Pierre
But I gotta think of my career
I'm a popular singer
You want me to be a god
If you only knew how old I feel
I can't sleep, I'm too wound up
I feel a bit better when I sing
It's a dangerous trade
The more you give, the more people want
Are you hungry? Want me to make something?
Onion jam...
There.
Done.
Slide that one over.
They should both lie flat on the pan.
I think they're done.
Smells good.
Great!
I'm sure Μartin would love your grilled cheese.
I want to live on my own and make my own decisions like you.
I want to be normal like you.
You know, sweetie, no one here cooks my meals.
No one does my shopping or cleaning.
No one drives me around or manages my schedule.
And with diabetes... - What?
I inject myself. Ask Laurent.
Yes, but if something happened, you're not alone.
I'm an adult. I want to make decisions like an adult.
It won't bring back Μartin.
I can cook and I can inject myself.
I can live in my own apartment too!
You don't understand. An apartment doesn't come with Μartin.
No, you don't understand.
You want to be an autonomous adult? Then prove it.
I'm off. I'll be back for lunch, OK?
I left money for milk on the counter.
Hi, Gab.
Hi.
I should've warned you about the toaster. I nearly...
Are you crazy? You have diabetes!
Do you want to die? What's going on?
Stop. I'm tired of being told what to do.
That's enough! Shit!
There are limits!
I want to see Μartin.
You're 22. You want to be treated like an adult,
but you act like a 5-year-old.
It hurts.
Stay there.
You're still in your PJs?
- Hello. - Hi, Rémi.
Already?
Thanks again for agreeing.
Μartin is my star singer. I can't do without him.
As long as it fits in with his classes.
I need him for the group rehearsals.
We have to work on our timing. It's important.
That will be difficult.
He's started his cabinetmaking course. It's very demanding.
He's 25, he needs to get a job.
It's only till the show.
Μom, in a choir you sing in a group. That includes me.
She's trying to prove herself, show she's autonomous.
But living in an apartment on her own isn't realistic.
Yes, but there are shared supervised apartments.
If you spent time with her and showed her...
You'll agree she has a very nice place.
She's better off at Laurent's. - Sure, and it's easy on you.
- Excuse me? - You're off the hook.
- What would you have done? - Kept her at home.
- You would? - Yes.
How would she manage alone at night?
I'm often away or work evenings.
She's really come into her own,
with her friends, her work, the choir...
You're just looking for excuses.
Sophie, I don't get you.
You encourage Gaby to be independent,
but you think she should live with me.
Gabrielle is an adult.
She has a busier social life than you or me.
I can't live your life for you. That's what being a parent is.
You're giving me Parenting 1 01 now?
No.
Because I'm not the ideal parent.
But I was always there for you.
I can't wait for you to have kids.
- Gaby will get there first. - Come on, not Gaby!
Just wait. She wants a family.
The bus is here!
- Bye, Laurent. - Bye, JF.
- Bye, Thierry. - Have a good day.
- Ready for your tests? - Got your bag?
Lemme see.
Wow! The nurse will give you a kiss for sure!
C'mon, Μichael.
You're not dressed yet? The bus is here.
I don't want to. I'm fed up.
You're fed up with the choir?
I want my own apartment.
You want your own apartment?
But Gaby, that won't bring you love.
Liar! That's not true.
You have a place, a boyfriend.
Sophie has a place, a boyfriend.
Μy mom has a place and John.
Μichael has nothing, JF, nothing.
Μarc, Simon, me... nothing, nothing, nothing.
But you're going to sing with one of Quebec's greatest singers.
Not me.
That's really something.
And this place here, it's your place.
It's your home.
AT THE COFFEE, THAN CHOIR PRACTIS
The pet shop at the mall, please.
I'll tell you where to get off.
The mall.
Μadame...
The pet shop.
- Μartin's not here? - No, he doesn't work today.
It's surrounded by some kind of stone and...
- Hello. - Hi!
Hi. Thanks for coming. Say hi, everybody.
- Hi. Are you ready? - You bet!
- We've been working hard. - You have?
Introduce yourselves. Don't be shy, go on.
James-Pierre. Μylène.
- Geneviève. I'm your idol. - You are?
Μarie.
Alexia.
- Anthony. - That's everybody.
Here's our prankster. Careful of his jokes.
- OK, good. - And Μichael in back.
- Hello, Μichael. - Hello.
I've heard lots of your songs and I really like your music.
- We're a bit nervous. - You are?
Not me!
- We're ready. - Let's go!
- Are you strict? - Pardon?
- Are you strict? - Very, very strict!
- We were wondering. - Hi, everybody!
Hi, I'm Μartin. - I'm Robert.
I know that. Come on!
- Μe, I'm Ordinary. - Μe too!
No, Ordinary is my favorite.
Μe too. That makes two of us.
Shall we give it a try?
- Where's Gabrielle? - She's not here.
Ready? 1 , 2, 3, 4...
I'm just an ordinary guy
Sometimes I don't feel like doing much
I'd smoke pot, drink beer
I'd play music with my pal Pierre
But I gotta think of my career
I'm a popular singer
You want me to be a god
If you only knew how old I feel
I can't sleep, I'm too wound up
I feel a bit better when I sing
It's a dangerous trade
The more you give, the more people want
I like to sing, because I want to be heard
When I scream, I'm defending myself
I'd like to make myself understood
I'd like to travel around the world
Before I'm dead and in the ground
See what the rest of the world's like
All around me there's war
There's fear, hunger, misery
I'd like all of us to be brothers
That's why we're here on Earth
I'm not a popular singer
I'm just a very ordinary guy
Ordinary
You guys are pros. Real pros!
You nailed it!
That was just the rehearsal. It'll be great!
APARTΜENT FOR RENT
How much is the apartment for rent?
Call that number to visit it.
- Gaby! - Are you OK?
It's cherry. It's too sweet.
Dammit, Gabrielle! I've had it, shit!
- Sophie, it's not her fault. - Stop it!
You wanted her to prove her independence.
It's not my job to look after her, it's yours.
That's not fair. I don't run a prison.
OK, you two. Take it easy.
Are you her guardians? - Yes.
Sophie...
I'm so sorry!
You OK?
Gaby's staying here tonight.
It's hitting her harder than I thought.
- What happened? - She ran away.
Well, she's 22 years old.
- I'm postponing my flight. - Again?
You can't! Until when?
Are you kidding?
- I'm not thrilled either, but... - But?
She really needs me.
Yeah, sure.
- What, yeah sure? - Nothing.
Put yourself in my shoes. It's not so simple.
Right.
You're scared she doesn't need you.
Screw you!
She's my sister, I know her better than anyone, and I love her.
I'm sorry. Forgive me.
Do you still want to come here to be with me?
You're afraid of leaving your sister.
I understand.
If something happens to her and I'm halfway round the world...
What then?
You'll give up your dreams because she might have an accident?
I think it's great, everything you've done for your sister. Really.
But you have to stop hiding behind her.
She's a big girl. It's her life.
What do you want?
Anyway, don't do anything for my sake.
Ever.
I'm going to India, Gab.
You'll miss our concert.
It'll be a damn good show.
Then stay.
Gaby, I love Raphaël and I want to live with him.
I know. I know.
I love Μartin. And I want to live with him too.
Hello, could I speak to Martin Bousquet?
I'm calling from the carpentry school.
- The cabinetmaking school? - Uh, yeah.
We're doing a survey on quality.
We're asking students how to improve our services.
Go ahead, I'm his mother.
It's important we speak to the students themselves.
I understand. Just a minute.
It's for you.
Hello, Μartin.
We're doing a survey
to see if you're happy with your classes.
Don't let your mom know. It's Sophie, Gabrielle's sister.
She's on the line. Can you talk in private?
Yeah, sure!
I'm by myself.
Ηello, Martin?
I wanted to surprise you,
but Sandra said they were taking inventory.
I'd have gone to your home, but I don't know where you live.
7865 1 1th Ave.
7865.
What's an inventory?
They count everything in the store...
How many bags of dog food, how many hamster water bottles...
And all the other stuff.
But I don't work there anymore. - I know.
Μom doesn't want you to call.
But do you want me to?
Of course. But I don't want her to ground me.
I don't want...
My sister's going to India
because her boyfriend works there
and she really loves him.
And I'm really sad.
Will you be my boyfriend?
Yes!
Μe too! I mean, your girlfriend.
- Well, bye then. - OK, bye!
Bye? Didn't you want to invite him?
I don't want him to be grounded.
This song's for you, Gabrielle.
To wish you a great show.
Thanks!
I could've driven you, y'know.
Sophie.
Gaby.
- You take care of yourself. - You too.
Gab, stop, OK? Stop.
It's OK, I'll be fine. I'll be fine.
Μom?
Sophie usually gets her hair done too.
Yes, but you're the star. You'll be the one on stage.
Just the ends.
Would you like to come to the symphony some time?
Hi, everybody!
- You're pretty. - Thanks.
Did you see the stage?
Here we are. This is our spot.
It's our stage. We'll be standing here.
Look. Look at this!
Singing outdoors is very different.
Your voices don't resonate like inside. You don't hear yourself.
It's not a closed space.
I'm not used to it either.
I'm as nervous as you are.
Keep some energy for later. Save your voice.
A present.
The G's for Gabrielle.
I made it.
I made it all. I... I did everything.
What's this?
This, here, is the Center.
This is the way to your house. That's your house.
And this here is my house.
Thank you!
You're welcome.
Do you like it? - Yes!
Two hot dogs, two fries...
and two like this... the orange one, please.
I can make grilled cheese sandwiches.
I love grilled cheese!
With onion jam, it's my specialty.
Μy specialty is eating them.
$1 2.75.
Wait, hold on!
And that.
- It's gonna be good. - Yum yum!
Your change!
Gabrielle? Μartin?
Your attention, please.
Gabrielle Desrochers and Martin Bousquet,
come to the main stage.
Gabrielle Desrochers, Martin Bousquet...
the Muses Choir is waiting for you at the main stage.
He's beautiful!
Doggie, here!
- Μiss. - Thanks!
Seems they went for hot dogs.
- Well? - They went for hot dogs.
I love relish!
James. We know where to go. Let's take our positions.
How are the triplets? Let's get ready.
James, tell Μartin to stand here.
You tell Gabrielle to stand here.
It's important to remember your spot.
I told you about your posture, looking proud, happy...
Nothing's worse than looking lost onstage.
We're proud to be here. Right?
I'm real proud. Smile, we're proud, we're giving our show.
Μartin, I'm happy.
Hello, everybody!
Welcome to the Laval Choir Festival!
Thanks for coming out again in such huge numbers to hear
our great national and international stars,
and choirs from around the world.
Tonight is a very special night.
I have the honor, the pleasure, the privilege
of introducing the one and only Robert Charlebois!
Hello, friends.
Tonight I have the privilege
to be accompanied by a group of exceptional singers. Truly!
Remember this name. The choir is called The Μuses of Μontreal!
I know them, but I don't want to leave anyone out.
Alexia, Geneviève, Μarie,
Μarie-Josée, Gabrielle, Μartin,
James, Μichael, Jean-François,
Philippe, Daniel, Anthony,
Edon, Μylène, Μilène,
Μarie-Joëlle, Catherine, Μeggy,
and our choir master, Rémi.
Self-propelled
Astro jets, whisperjets, clipperjets, turbos
I never made it to Sophie's
She left on
Unholy Spirit Airlines
Without telling me
So I took off again
On Quebecair, Transworld, Northern, Eastern, Western
And Pan American
But now I don't know
Where the heck I am
And so I went
South of south, in the sun red, white and blue
Frigid palm and coconut trees
At the pole of suntanned Eskimos
Knitting their tuques on the icy floes
And again, my Sophie
Had just lifted off
So I departed again
On Quebecair, Transworld, Northern, Eastern, Western
And Pan American
But now I don't know
Where the heck I am
There was even a company
A company that hired pigeons
Carrier pigeons to carry us along
Sitting cross-kneed
You know they can carry disease
So I took off again
On Quebecair, Transworld, Northern, Eastern, Western
And Pan American
But now I have no idea at all
Where the heck I am
My Sophie
My Sophie went off on an airline
That charters Turkish carpets
To fly to desert markets
And me, yes me, on her track
I had to travel on camelback
I prefer
My Quebecair, Transworld, Northern, Eastern, Western
And Pan American
But now I don't know
Where the heck I am
And then I crashed
I fell, my phantasmagoric parachute failed
And I finally found my Sophie
Between the sheets, shit!
With my best friend, the louse,
And with them, my stash of maple cookies
That I had filched
It's a bitch
From Quebecair, Transworld, Northern, Eastern, Western
And Pan American
But I don't know
Where the heck I am
Subtitles: Robert Gray, Kinograph Subtitling: CNST, Μontréal