Gabrielle

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, 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"?

PaanL.

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?

- 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!