Original subtitles

[Abba's "Voulez-Vous" playing]

[clapping and cheering]

♪ And here we go again ♪

♪ We know the start, we know the end ♪

♪ Masters of the scene ♪

♪ We've done it all before ♪

♪ And now we're back to get some more ♪

♪ You know what I mean ♪

♪ Voulez-vous ♪

♪ Aha, take it now or leave it ♪

♪ Now is all we get ♪

♪ Nothing promised, no regrets ♪

♪ Voulez-vous ♪

♪ Ain't no big decision ♪

♪ Aha, you know what to do ♪

♪ La question c'est voulez-vous ♪

♪ Voulez-vous ♪

[laughter]

[music fades]

[sighs]

Check this out.

I thought we could do something like this.

- Wow. Oh, my god. - You wanna do it?

- Nice, right? - So nice, it's crazy.

The neckline is gorgeous.

And we could do it in any color.

- Look how it falls here. - It'll be stunning.

- You can make this? - 'Scuse me?

- You're getting buff! - You think so?

Yeah, flex.

Not bad!

- I don't like it. - You nuts?

- My arms are too big. I look fat. - They're not that bad!

- I don't like it at all. - Maybe take a shower?

Why?

[in English] You don't like my natural smell?

- Well... well... - Take it all in, honey.

- Take it in. - No, thank you.

To the shower!

[indistinct voices]

[piano playing]

[woman singing opera]

Hello!

Hi!

Redoing your high-school act? So fun.

Don't even start with me.

Keep yapping, with your basic bitch numbers.

Basic bitch? You're doing Britney and I'm the basic bitch?

She's an icon. [in English] Leave Britney alone.

- [in French] -You good? - Yeah, you?

Who's that?

A newbie that Nico brought in.

- Not too shabby. - Not bad at all.

Okay. Wait. You got it, you got it!

You've never looked thinner.

[in English] And that's when I fell in love.

That's when I knew.

- [in French] I can have it? - Yes.

Do you have a highlight with lots of shine?

Sure, just a sec.

[indistinct voices]

[singing in French]

I just want it to pop.

[indistinct voices]

[Whitney Houston's "I'm Every Woman" playing]

♪ I'm every woman ♪

♪ It's all in me... ♪

Same thing every night!

Come on, it's tradition!

You're allowed to sing other stuff, you know.

Maybe a new song, with new moves?

♪ It's all in me ♪

♪ I can read your thoughts right now ♪

♪ Every one from "A" to "Z" ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

Ha ha!

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I am every woman ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm every woman ♪

♪ I'm every woman ♪

♪ I'm every woman ♪

♪ I'm every woman ♪

You are THE woman.

♪ I'm every woman ♪

♪ I'm every woman ♪

♪ I'm every woman ♪

We have to bring it up

as they're taking up lots of space: the bachelorettes!

[cheering]

Where's the bride? Is it you?

You all decided to come laugh at the fags tonight!

[laughter]

Let's make a deal, sweetie.

If you stuff cash down my cleavage,

we'll get along fine!

[cheering]

All right!

- Your buddies aren't as cheap as you! - [laughter]

It's the moment you've been waiting for.

The new girl! Let's see what she's got.

Give it up for Dragona!

[In English] You want to know how I get away with everything?

I work all the fucking time.

So, Monday to Friday,

Friday to Sunday.

I love it.

I work.

[music tempo changes]

♪ Work ♪

♪ Work it ♪

♪ Work to be a winner ♪

♪ Sweat ♪

♪ Work it ♪

♪ Sweat, sweat to be a winner ♪

♪ Winners work it good ♪

♪ Sweat, sweat to be a winner ♪

♪ How does that feel? ♪

♪ Tell me, how does that feel? ♪

♪ Is sweat dripping down your balls? ♪

Ha ha ha.

Well, then you're not a winner yet.

All together.

♪ Work it, work it ♪

See you later.

[cheering and applause]

Whoo! Whoo! Bravo! Yeah!

Champagne!

Courtesy of Olivier!

Thanks, Olivier.

You girls are sweet, welcoming me like this.

- Whoo-hoo! - What a treat.

[cork pops]

♪ Look at you, baby, honey, you shake it damn good ♪

♪ You wanna boogie-woogie, this room is so tight ♪

♪ Blow me, ugh, please never stop ♪

♪ We'll make it this time, we are the hot stuff ♪

No, I'm outta here. This is my cue to refill our drinks.

♪ You want to boogie-woogie, this room is so tight ♪

♪ Blow me, ugh, please never stop... ♪

- For me? - No, for your sister.

Thanks.

[music continues indistinctly]

So what are you doing here, across the pond?

I needed a change of scenery.

I come from a town where I know everybody.

It was getting too small.

It's nice to be anonymous sometimes.

Sorry.

Sorry. I was distracted by your perfume.

Yes, anonymity, a change of scenery,

that's good.

It's original.

Wanna get high?

Your act was good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You're pretty sure of yourself.

[in English] I mean, look at me, bitch.

[In French] What about you? Did you like my act?

Hmm...

Yeah, I guess.

Bitch.

[music fades]

Come here!

Look.

Hmm.

[soft soundtrack music playing]

I'm not cold anymore.

[soundtrack music ends]

You okay?

What's going on?

What's going on?

Come on, what's up?

[indistinct voices]

[Donna Summer's "Hot Stuff" playing]

You have primer on, right?

Beautiful.

- Simon, I love this. - Yeah?

So beautiful.

[in English] Look at that face! Oh, my god!

Yes!

[camera shutter clicking]

[audience cheering]

Whoo!

♪ Looking for a lover who needs another ♪

♪ I don't want another night on my own ♪

♪ Want to share my love with a warm-blooded lover ♪

♪ Want to bring a wild man back home ♪

♪ Gonna have some hot love, baby, this evening ♪

♪ I need some hot stuff, baby, tonight ♪

♪ I want some hot stuff, baby, this evening ♪

♪ Got to have some lovin' ♪

♪ Got to have love tonight... ♪

[in French] We could have like a dominatrix vibe.

I could be all submissive.

You could have me on a leash.

Facing the crowd like this.

- In a high ponytail. - Right, right!

♪ Gonna have some hot stuff, baby, this evening ♪

♪ I need hot stuff, baby, tonight ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Hot stuff, baby ♪

♪ I need your hot stuff, baby, this evening ♪

♪ Hot stuff, baby ♪

♪ Gonna need your love tonight ♪

[music ends]

[cheering and applause]

- [in English] Let's go! - [in French] She's such a slut!

Bravo!

Mmm. Mmm...

I gotta go.

I'm gonna be late.

I don't want you to go.

But it's important. It's a family brunch.

- At my place. - I'm coming, then.

- You'd come? - Sure, I'd come.

- Shouldn't I? - You should!

Okay.

Ha ha ha!

I dunno.

- Yeah? - For real?

It's up to you.

Hello!

Hello!

This is my room.

Hello.

Um...

Olivier.

Hello!

Hello, big guy.

- Hi, I'm Aline. - Nice to meet you.

- Lovely necklace. - Thanks!

Hi! Great to see you here!

Olivier is new at the bar. He's amazing.

Hi.

[in English] He's a fucking star.

So are you.

[in French] You like it there?

Yeah, everyone's super talented

and Simon is an angel sent from heaven.

He's the best.

[soft laughter]

Come see. I've started your dress.

Yes!

- Uh! - Ha ha ha!

- [in English] -Oh, my god! - Wow.

[in French] Maude, it's beautiful!

[laughter]

- What? - Ah, yes.

- Jeez, you're good. - Thanks.

- Happy you like it. - It's incredible.

Amazing.

Olivier sews all his own costumes.

- So I can see... - You see all the work!

Exactly.

This is your life's masterpiece.

You're saying I've reached my peak?

- What song will you pick for it? - Don't know yet.

Yes, he's gonna pick "Call Me," by Blondie.

For real?

- I don't know yet. - Come on!

I don't know yet!

[in English] I have to feel it.

[in French] I'll be so sad if you don't choose my song for my dress.

Enough emotional blackmail! My god.

- It'd work with that tune. - Yeah?

They'd go well together.

Thanks! Someone gets it.

Okay! Okay! My god! Now I'm stressed!

There's still lots of work to do.

But you'll see it when it's done!

My masterpiece will be complete.

[in English] I love it!

- Not bad, right? - Yes, really.

So glad you like it.

- What? - What's going on?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm freaking out.

He's really great. He's special.

- That's great. - We're gonna do a duo act.

I feel like I've found my creative partner.

- I'm freaking out a bit. - That's so great.

Dad, there was something you wanted to tell us?

Come sit down.

Have a seat.

God, it's so intense.

[Simon laughs nervously] What's up?

You must be hungry. I'll get the croissants.

Aline.

What is it? Is it about me?

The world doesn't revolve around you.

- Aline. - I'm coming.

Come sit.

I'll just throw the croissants on a plate.

- Let's all have a seat. - We're sitting.

Your mother's coming back for a while.

- Huh? - To Quebec?

Yes, for work. She'll be here all winter.

Oh my God, for real?

But why?

She was offered a big gig.

She wrote to see if you'd like to have dinner one day.

Ah.

Stop it, Maude.

Dinner with Mom and her two assistants?

[soft laughter]

Of course we'll have dinner with her.

Not me.

What?

I've got nothing to say to that woman.

Okay.

You're being hard on Mom.

Me, the child, I'm being hard on Mom?

Yes, you're being hard on her.

She's an artist. She didn't leave us. She went away to work.

- Don't justify her behavior. - I'm not justifying anything.

Why didn't she write to us?

She wrote you. That's weird.

We're adults. We can respond to emails.

- Can I say something? - Did you know about this?

She wrote to Dad to organize dinner with us.

She would've written to us eventually.

Stop defending her. You're so delusional it scares me!

I'm not delusional. You're fucking paranoid!

I'm not.

She works so hard!

You wouldn't know! You never wanna see her!

And you see her more than me?

[in English] Maude, calm down! You're being fucking absurd.

[in French] Maude, you don't have to see her.

I'll tell her to contact you two directly.

Tell her I don't want her to write me.

That's fine. I'll take care of it.

You're ridiculous. Get over it.

- Are we done? - When's she coming?

Uh...

- In a few weeks. - Ah!

- Mimosa? - Yes.

- I'll take two. - Two?

That's her.

You're shitting me. Your mom is Claire Desjardins?

I can't believe it. She's a star.

Wow.

So what's the problem with your family?

I don't know.

Fifteen years ago, her career exploded in Europe, so she went.

But they don't get that she's doing what she has to do as an artist.

An artist like you.

Look how beautiful she is.

Look at this one. You look just like her.

- You think? - Yeah, it's crazy.

Wow.

Fucking idiot that I am,

I get in my car and drive to fucking Victoriaville

for a date with a dude I don't give a shit about

and all evening, all we do is play damn board games.

- [laughter] - He's like, "Hi, how are you?"

He shows me his collection.

I'm like, "Okay, cool."

We play a few and I'm like...

You should be ashamed to say that!

For real.

You grew up hetero in a heteronormative society.

You don't know shame, right?

[Mitsou's "Dis-Moi, Dis-Moi" playing]

♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh ♪

[singing in French]

[music ends]

[applause]

[chuckling]

[music playing]

♪ I don't care if you don't like my hair ♪

♪ Because I know it's amazing ♪

♪ I don't give a shit if you don't like my tits ♪

♪ Because I know they're amazing ♪

♪ A-amazing, a-a-amazing ♪

♪ A-amazing, a-a-amazing ♪

♪ I don't give a curl if you see other girls ♪

♪ Because I know that you're gazing ♪

Whoo!

♪ And I don't like dicks 'cause I like chicks ♪

♪ And, you know, that's amazing ♪

Ha ha ha!

♪ A-amazing, a-a-amazing ♪

♪ A-amazing, a-a-amazing ♪

♪ A-amazing, a-a-amazing ♪

[cheering and applause]

Oh, girl. But... say it.

[in English] My god!

[in French] That was insane.

So good. My God!

That was great!

[indistinct voices]

Honestly, you two were amazing. Beautiful. What a look!

- You like it? - A half kilt!

- He made it. - Really great.

- Did Aline like it? - Aline was out of control.

Denise was throwing condoms and she was like, "I got two!"

I told you so!

- I really like them. - Really?

Good thing, 'cause I wear them all the time.

[music playing]

Has it always been like that between you two?

- Like what? - Well, so symbiotic.

I wouldn't say symbiotic,

but we've been close since childhood.

How are you dealing with it?

- With what? - The fact that I'm stealing him.

Ha ha ha.

You're not stealing him.

It'll take more than that to split us up.

Come on!

He's doing pretty well.

Yeah.

I feel like it's a real reboot for his creativity.

He was sort of trapped in a style before.

But since we met, he's been trying new things, asserting himself.

He's gorgeous, strong.

Come dance!

Good for him, huh?

You sleeping?

No.

I'm just cozy.

On a little cloud.

Simon.

I think that...

when I first met you, it was love at first sight.

Shut your fucking mouth.

You shut yours.

I'm telling you.

When we met, my heart exploded.

Oli?

Will you go out with me?

Yes.

Of course, you idiot.

You scared me, you jerk.

- Hello! - Hello!

- How are you? - Good. You?

Good.

So...

Uh... look at all this stuff.

There's my wig.

You just missed Dad and Aline.

Yeah? Was it fun?

Yeah, lots of fun.

You're cute. I like your hairdo.

Uh. Thanks.

I'm gonna heat up lasagna. Will you eat with me?

- We're just picking up costumes. - [in English] Singing legend all the way.

Singing legend all the way, honey.

[in French] You're leaving?

We're working on four acts at once.

- With insane costumes! - Really amazing costumes.

[in English] My god.

- This is beautiful. - Right?

If you need space to work, you can use my studio.

We have everything we need at home.

- You can wear it like a babushka. - Da.

[Olivier and Simon speaking indistinctly]

Simon.

[laughter]

- What? - I finished your dress.

- What? - I did.

- Will you try it on, please? - Uh...

No. We don't have time.

We have tons of stuff to do.

We have to get the kids from daycare.

We have to take them to the vet.

To get them euthanized, 'cause we're sick of them.

We'll put them down and get a dog instead.

- We're sick of them. - We're fucking sick of them.

Bye-bye.

Maybe we'll take this scarf, too.

What?

It would be nice.

- Simon? - What?

- What's up? - You okay?

- Yes, great! - You sure?

- Yes, and you? - I'm okay.

Good.

Simon: Hi, Mom,

I'm here waiting in front of the opera house.

But take your time.

See you soon.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[woman singing opera]

[singing getting louder]

[claps]

I'll start over.

- Aren't you supposed to meet someone? - No, let's keep going.

[papers rustling]

[Claire singing opera]

[Rose La Matrak's "Fais-le Encore" playing]

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

[singing in French]

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

[music ends]

[cheering and applause]

Why do you wear that top?

What?

Why do you wear that top?

My top looks nice.

- It's not your color. I don't like it. - Really?

Oh.

Should I get changed?

Do what you want. I'm just saying.

Hey, girls, your act was really good.

It's good to see you try different things.

I'm happy he's adapting to my aesthetic.

Your aesthetic?

Honey, it's our aesthetic.

They're my costumes, my looks, my song picks, my choreo.

You're an amazing talent, and we're a duo, but...

Okay, sure.

[Simon speaks indistinctly]

Mmm!

[Dear Criminals' "The Frame" playing]

[indistinct voices]

[Olivier singing indistinctly]

- Oli? - Yeah?

I like getting high.

Me too.

- Wanna know why? - Why?

'Cause I like it...

I like it when it gets intense.

And I like it when emotions are...

strong and...

I want it to explode and I want

fireworks and

I want it to taste strong,

to get me in the pit of my stomach.

And I want it big and beautiful.

That's what I want.

I want that too.

- You too? - Yup, me too.

- You want it too? - Yup.

If it's not intense, I just...

I just feel like dying.

You're so fucking gorgeous.

[bass thudding]

[soundtrack music playing]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

So why'd you do it, then?

Simon, you know what MDMA can do.

If you're not mature enough to take it, then don't.

Why did you hide from me? I don't understand.

We didn't hide, you were there.

No, I wasn't there 'cause you were hiding.

You went into a room and locked the door.

Simon, we were tripping, got it?

I mean, [in English] change your mind...

[in French] We weren't hiding, we were just tripping, you know?

But we made eye contact and you saw I wasn't down with it.

Stop! No more.

You're being a pain in the ass. You're ruining everything.

Fuck, do you think this affects our love?

Does it affect our love that you fuck Édouard?

I don't give a shit who's fucking who.

I don't give a shit. I'm not a kid.

We're better than that.

You're pissing me off.

What?

Honestly, I'm disappointed.

Fuck.

[door slams]

[footsteps receding]

[soft knock on door]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

Looks like you want to be forgiven.

[rattling]

Mmm...

[footsteps approaching]

Mmm!

Thanks.

It's Sunday.

It's not too late, we could have brunch with my family.

I don't know.

I'm not sure I can handle your sister this morning.

And I'd rather focus on our issues right now.

You know,

petty drama like last night is really not my thing.

I love going out with you, dancing all night.

Partying together.

But if this is how it's going to be,

it's really not worth it.

I'm not into it.

Mm-hmm.

Today, I felt like spending the day together,

just cuddling.

But you can go if you want to.

But I'd rather you stay.

- Okay. - Cool.

[kiss]

[female voice on phone] Hello, Simon. This is Valérie, Claire's assistant.

I just wanted to confirm your meeting tomorrow at 5 p.m.

in the lobby of the Rivera Hotel.

If something comes up, let me know. Thanks, bye.

[indistinct voices and laughter]

[soft soundtrack music playing]

You okay, babe?

Come on!

[inaudible]

Have a seat.

- Is this your hotel? - Not bad, right?

So, how's it going?

Tell me everything.

I don't know where to start.

Time has served you well.

- You look amazing. - Oh God, I don't know.

When I last saw you, you looked like a teen.

Now you're a man.

Tell me about you.

- Um... - Tell me about you.

I met someone.

You're in love?

Tell me about him. Who is he?

His name is Olivier.

- We do a drag show together. - You're still doing that?

Yes.

I really like it. A lot.

I think I'm good.

Of course you're good, you're my son.

We have that in common, you and I.

Oh! I have something for you.

- A gift. - Aw...

They're bracelets. You can open it later.

- This one is for Maude. - Okay.

- Will you give it to her? - Sure. Thanks. Wow.

How's Maude?

Good. She's good.

- Here's a dress she made for me. - She still sews?

Yes. It's her job now.

She makes beautiful stuff. Theater costumes.

- Magnificent. - Yes.

- Is that you? - Mm-hmm.

You're so handsome! Or beautiful?

- Ha ha! Both. - Well...

Will you come to one of my shows while you're here?

I can try,

but I doubt I'll have time with my schedule.

Oh, no, no, I'll see.

I'm overbooked, but I'll try to make time.

Mom, it's okay. I know you're busy.

No problem.

I'm happy to see you.

Me too.

It's been a while.

Quite a while.

Assistant: Claire, the car's here.

- We're having dinner with dignitaries. - [in English] Oh... my god.

Okay. Uh...

[in French] We're not having dinner together?

No, sorry, I have to go. But we'll write this week?

Yeah, okay.

- Text me. - Okay.

Bye.

Sorry for the confusion. We'll get together soon, okay?

[soft soundtrack music playing]

[in English] She put the "gorge" in "gorgeous."

- Gorgeous. - Gorgeous.

[in French] Look what my mom gave me today.

Uh!

- You saw your mom? - Today?

- Yeah. She was so beautiful. - [in English] Oh my god.

[in French] It was so good to see her.

I wanna meet your mom too!

- What is it? - Don't know. Open it.

- Me? - Yup.

Open it.

Open it!

Is it a pony?

More like a stallion.

Put it on right now, darling!

- It's beautiful. - Hold on.

- I think it's gold. - You think?

[in English] She's expensive.

[in French] To the child prodigy and his prodigious mother.

[Édouard, in English] She's a queen.

Strike a pose.

You want it? You want me in it?

I want you in it for sure.

[soundtrack music playing]

[indistinct]

- [in French] -I'm in the background here. - [laughter]

Looks like he's saying...

"I'll getcha, you naughty girl!"

Poor her.

- Pom, pom, pom... - Okay, okay, fine.

[in English] Leading up to it.

♪ And if this ain't love ♪

♪ Why does it feel now? ♪

♪ Why does it feel now? ♪

♪ Why does it feel so good? ♪

Okay.

[in French] It's not a pause, it's quick movement.

- This isn't a pause? - No, there's no time.

This is called a pause.

It's nicer if we pause.

We can do whatever we want.

You don't wanna listen to me.

- Yes, I do! - But you're not listening.

Okay, all right.

♪ And if this ain't love ♪

♪ Why does it feel now? ♪

♪ Why does it feel now? ♪

♪ Why does it feel so good? ♪

Exactly.

And then for the finale, we turn forward, and then we cross.

[singing indistinctly]

♪ Will you remember me, boy? ♪

If we both walk up in our costumes, it'll be too messy.

No, we'll just cross.

We don't walk up together, we just cross.

Listen, I'm telling you it'll look bad

and the Broadway reference won't work.

No, listen, we were downstage,

we'll cross and go upstage, and it'll look great.

I want to do it further back.

Okay, you stay back there, and I'll go up front.

So I'm in the back while you strut up front?

Oli, why do you do drag if not to strut?

- Whoa. Whoa. - What?

Uh. She's upset.

You're just being a bitch.

And you have shitty ideas.

Okay, Oli, come on now.

Mmm... [in English] Don't try me, bitch.

Ha ha! Okay.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

Olivier: Hey.

[keys rattle on table]

[in French] Didn't we say you'd keep them black?

[water runs]

How's Édouard?

Not bad.

Great.

Did you have a fun evening?

Yeah, it was cool.

It did me good. I really needed that.

[in English] Hello.

Hey.

- [in French] -How are you? - Good. You?

- Mmm. - Mmm.

[in English] Hello.

[in French] So?

You don't answer my calls and texts anymore?

I'm here now.

Right, so how's life?

Ha ha ha.

Going well.

- You? - I'm okay, it's just that...

It's been forever since we saw each other.

- I miss my brother. - I've been busy.

It's been non-stop with Oli.

- Is it fun? - Yeah, lots of fun.

- Good. - Yeah.

I'm happy for you.

What's new with you?

Uh...

Not much.

I've been working like crazy and I'm kinda worn out.

Oh yeah?

Yup.

And your dress is ready.

You should try it on.

Yeah.

Maybe next Sunday, at brunch?

Maybe. I'll have to see if Oli can come.

Come without him.

I'll check and get back to you.

Come on, Simon.

Come without him.

[in English] Oh boy.

[In French] So, what's up?

Are we good?

I don't know, you freak when I don't respond to a few texts.

I'm not freaking, I just wanna know if you're okay.

I'm really good. I'm just busy, that's all.

Is it because of Mom?

- Because I said it was a bad idea? - No.

I said that because I know what she's like...

- That's not it. - So what is it then?

- Tell me. - It's nothing!

Nothing's wrong. Why can't you get that?

Chill out. I'm fine.

Everything's good, so leave me alone.

Okay.

Leave me alone.

Okay.

Okay.

Well...

- Have a good evening. - Yeah, you too.

[Spiller's "Groovejet" playing]

[audience cheering]

♪ Holding you closer ♪

♪ It's time that I told you ♪

♪ Everything's going to be fine ♪

♪ Know that you need it and try to believe it ♪

♪ Take me one step at a time ♪

♪ And if this ain't love ♪

♪ Why does it feel now? ♪

♪ Why does it feel so good? ♪

♪ Just for this lifetime ♪

♪ You can be my pastime ♪

♪ Here are the rules of our play ♪

♪ In it together till I know you better ♪

♪ Darling, now what do you say? ♪

♪ Babe, if this ain't love ♪

♪ Why does it feel ♪

♪ Why does it feel so good? ♪

♪ Will you remember me, boy? ♪

♪ Remember me loving you? ♪

[drums playing]

[music fades]

[cheering and applause]

Denise on loudspeaker: Let's hear it for Glory Gold and Dragona!

Are you okay?

Édouard: I think we've had enough of your thrift-shop look.

Drag queen: I think we've seen enough of your botched contouring.

Édouard: My botched contouring pleases the gentlemen lining up in my DMs.

I don't think you can say as much with that.

I may have fewer dick pics in my DMs, but I have a real dick at home.

- Where's the dick? - We've never seen him!

Never!

- He gives me massages every night! - Massages?

Frida: In any case, sweeties, tonight I beat you all.

For sure.

If you're going for the 60+ crowd!

Dut, dut, dut, dut.

You'd be surprised.

Darling.

I know.

[in English] Queen, yes!

- Yes! - Strut it!

Meow. Meow.

[Simon, in English] Walk that runway! Own it!

Fierce!

Yes, girl! Whoo!

[speaking indistinctly]

[in French] Huh?

- What? - That's not what you said two days ago.

What were you saying about Frida two days ago?

[mixed French and English] Nothing, except that she's officially "The Face."

Ha ha.

[in French] Olivier: Your hypocrisy is embarrassing.

- What do you mean? - Simon, seriously!

What?

Don't you remember saying Frida was too old for the cabaret?

What? I never said that.

Wait, I--

I don't remember saying that.

Olivier: Well, I do. You were totally out of it.

As usual. Sorry, darling.

[footsteps approaching]

I will decide when I'm done.

Okay?

Frida.

Did she really say that?

What do you think?

Simon always talks shit when he's drunk.

I'm in my prime.

Frida.

Ladies.

Once again.

[in English] Oh, my god! That show was amazing!

Whoo!

I'm proud of my girls.

- [in French] -Party time? - Of course.

Well then, good night.

- Good night. - Simon: Bye.

You coming?

No, I'm tired.

Oh, yeah?

Okay.

[in English] Let's go! Party time! Whoo!

That way.

[in French] Are we off?

Hey.

- Bye. - Bye.

Don't forget to invite your mom to come see us.

Mm-hmm.

[bottle sprays]

[cell phone rings]

Hi, Mom, it's me.

Sorry for all the messages.

It must be annoying.

I was wondering if you had time to come see my show.

Um...

That's it. Let me know.

Um...

And thanks for the opera tickets!

Thanks a lot.

It's really nice of you.

Olivier and I are looking forward to it.

So, that's it.

That's all I got.

Kisses. I love you, Mom. Bye.

Olivier: So talk.

I'm talking, Oli.

I've been talking for an hour.

You're not saying anything. I just need us to talk.

I am talking.

I've said it all. I've got nothing else.

I'm sad too.

Just because I don't cry like a girl doesn't mean I'm not sad.

Okay, but...

I know... It's just...

What I mean is, I don't feel...

- I don't feel respected. - Respected? What?

- Because of three one-night stands? - That's not it.

You're smarter than that. That's not enough to break us up.

- It's not about the other men. - What is it then?

I dunno, I'm all mixed up.

I don't know how you can love me and criticize me all the time.

Everything I do, all the time.

I can't seem to do anything right.

Whatever I do, you tear it down, and nothing's ever good enough.

What a load of shit.

I never put you down.

I never said a word against you.

But...

- The other night, with Frida. - Ah, fuck.

[sighs heavily]

This is crazy.

Are you that kind of guy, Simon?

- Are you really like that? - What kind of guy?

Fuck. Whoo.

I can't believe it.

[laughs softly]

[music playing softly]

It's not cheap.

I was thinking, for our next show,

maybe we could do a series of songs that would tell a story.

What story?

Maybe Romeo and Juliet or Tristan and Isolde.

A classic.

I don't know...

I've already thought of something for my next act.

What is it?

I'd like to do a solo, a nod to the Paris cabarets in the '40s.

Something burlesque.

Dark and sexy.

- A solo? - Yup.

What do you mean, a solo?

An act where I'm alone on stage.

Just because we do duets doesn't mean we can't do solos.

That last time, I hogged the spotlight,

and it was amateurish, but it won't happen again.

It's no big deal. That's not it.

I'm just saying that I want to do a solo act.

So I'm gonna do it, and that's okay.

You understand that, right?

- May I try this on? - Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

Do you like it?

- What is it now? - Sorry.

- Get it together! - I don't know what's wrong with me.

You're such a pain in the ass.

I don't know if I'm okay.

That much is clear.

How can I be okay when you're always like this?

Seriously, can't we have one drama-free weekend?

Just one chill weekend with no tears or fights?

Simon, go see a shrink. I'm exhausted.

I don't have the patience or the desire to take care of you.

You need help.

I've seen too many guys fall apart. I can't do it anymore.

I'm reaching my limit.

I don't want that in my life.

[in English] Hello!

[in French] It's so great to see you!

Leave some for me!

It's too bad Oli couldn't come.

- We hardly see you anymore. - It smells yummy!

Aline: It's this never-ending winter.

Father: Yeah, it's dark, the days are too short.

Aline: Remind me to give you some vitamin C before you go.

One a day in the morning and you'll be fine.

Father: It fixes everything. [laughs]

Aline: Do you like this wine? It's a bit oaky.

- That's what Gaétan said. - Father: Oh, you and your Gaétan!

Aline: He's a great wine expert.

- Top me off. - Of course.

[Olivier sighs heavily]

Hello.

Did you call your mom?

Yeah, I left a message.

What are you doing?

I want you.

I was sleeping, Oli.

I want you.

Touch me.

Oli, I'm tired.

You couldn't find anyone else to fuck?

I only want you.

Come on, touch me.

Come on.

You smell so good.

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

Hey.

You didn't have your coffee yet?

[music playing]

[Claire singing opera]

- Mom? - Simon!

- Mom! - This is my son.

- You were superb. - Thanks.

- This is for you. - Thank you. Ha ha!

You didn't come with Maude?

This is Olivier, my boyfriend.

- Hello. - Olivier! Kisses, please.

Nice to meet you, Olivier. He's gorgeous.

Come in.

Something to drink? Champagne?

Yes.

So, did you enjoy it?

Absolutely, it was...

- It was sublime. - Right.

You were wonderful.

Of course, you're a star.

But your stage presence was so powerful.

- It was extraordinary. - Oh, stop it.

We're on a first-name basis now. I like him.

Mom, you were so moving.

Yes, I love this role.

I feel connected to her, to her heart.

- The part was made for you. - I've always thought so.

Mimi leaves her lover.

Because she knows she's dying.

- Cheers! - Cheers.

- I'm so happy! - And the staging was great.

The staging was extraordinary.

I love the artist who created the mirrored structure.

It reminds me of my friend in Paris. He makes reflective art.

- Nermine Gerbitch? - You know Nermine?

He's a great friend of mine.

Seriously? He's also my friend!

When I'm in Paris, we get together and talk for hours.

That's incredible. We shared a studio in our twenties.

We haven't spoken in a while now.

He was probably already inspiring back then.

He was crazy. We had to hold him back from fights!

And he was broke, so I always had to pay the rent.

I'm going to Paris soon.

- I'll say hello for you. - Thanks.

You're going to Paris?

Yes, in about a week, before Milan.

Memories of Nermine are coming back to me now,

and not all of them proper.

It's crazy to think he has an international career now.

He was very determined at the time.

[indistinct voices]

Dream padding.

Special delivery for Madame Frida.

Thanks.

Maude! What are you doing here?

I just came to help out. Is that okay?

Of course! Mom is coming to see the show tonight!

Hi, Maude. Cool, huh?

Yeah.

Yes.

Édouard.

[cheering and applause]

Simon: I don't see her.

She'll come.

Hey. She'll come.

[indistinct voices and whistling]

[in English] ♪ Category is... ♪ she did that.

- She really did that. - Superb.

Wow!

- [in French] -You ready? - Yes.

Yes, yes, yes!

Here you go.

Let's go.

That dress is great.

What? I finished it so long ago.

You could have told me.

I did, a thousand times. So don't pull that.

- Maude, it was my dress. - I don't know what to tell you.

Too bad for you.

Denise: If you vote for me, I assure you that, together,

we will defeat hatred and intolerance.

I think about Timothée, who, shower head in hand,

finally saw clean water

and went confidently on his first Grindr date.

- [audience laughing] - I know that we shall overcome.

I think of Rosalie,

who finally saw her real name on her driver's license

and on her speeding tickets.

Way to go, Rosalie!

I know that we shall overcome!

I think of little Édouard,

who first tried on his mother's heels, listening to Barbra Streisand,

and who is here tonight

to offer us the result of many years of struggle and self-acceptance.

I know that we shall overcome.

Ladies and gentlemen, Felina Kyle.

[cheering and applause]

[Dominique Fils-Aimé's "While We Wait" playing]

♪ While we wait ♪

♪ For the world to change ♪

♪ While we're hoping, hoping, hoping ♪

♪ While we're hoping ♪

♪ For the change ♪

♪ Being the change ♪

♪ Seeing the change ♪

♪ While we're hoping, hoping, changing ♪

♪ We could be the change ♪

♪ We might be the change ♪

♪ We could be the change ♪

♪ We can see the change ♪

♪ We will be the change ♪

♪ We will be the change ♪

[music ends]

[cheering and applause]

A standing ovation. That was amazing.

Denise: Ladies and gentlemen, Maude Desjardins.

- She makes most of our outfits. - [cheering and applause]

We don't give her enough credit for the looks she creates.

Come on up, Maude.

Give it up for all the great looks she's made!

Let's give her a hand.

[loud applause and whistling]

How long did it take you to make this beautiful dress?

- Maude, I'm talking to you. - Right. Uh...

Many weeks.

[laughter]

Great! We have a talker! So much fun.

[Maude laughs nervously]

You wanna steal my job, is that it?

Bring her some shots and let's get her dancing.

Music, please!

[Flipping & Runah's "Disgrace" playing]

Your mother's here.

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ She is a priestess ♪

♪ And a poet ♪

♪ She has the same face ♪

♪ As your guard ♪

♪ As you cry out his name ♪

♪ She will respond ♪

♪ Let me hold your hands and touch your face ♪

♪ And lead you into my disgrace ♪

No, no, no, no!

♪ She has the same face ♪

♪ As your guard ♪

♪ I see you, you see me ♪

♪ We roam together ♪

♪ The lungs expand, return, we move ♪

♪ She has the same face ♪

♪ As your guard ♪

♪ As your guard ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ah-ooh ♪

[music ends]

[cheering and applause]

Who's thirsty?

I think she liked it.

Give it up for Glory Gold!

[cheering and applause]

You wanna say something before your number?

I'd like to dedicate this number to my mother.

Your drag mom, Frida? I can't wait!

To my real mother, who's here tonight.

[applause]

Denise: Wow!

Ladies and gentlemen, Glory Gold!

[cheering and applause]

[music playing]

[Claire singing opera]

Stop.

- [music stops] - Sorry, I'd like to start over, please.

[music playing]

[Claire singing opera]

Nothing's happening. No reveal? What's going on?

Good god. I can't watch this.

Oh, Simon.

Cut the music. Do something!

[music stops, electronic feedback]

Oh no!

I must have tripped on the wire!

[laughter]

- Too bad, we were having such fun. - What's going on?

Denise: Were you guys sleeping?

Wake up, sir! Let's put on some music!

[dance music playing]

What the hell? Why did she cut me off?

What the fuck was that? Cutting me off right in the middle.

- Maude, can you help me? - Yup, sorry.

And in front of my mother.

What was that?

Okay, I know what you're all thinking.

- Simon, it's okay. - Drop it, Édouard.

Thanks.

Fucking hypocrites.

Who do you think you're talking to?

- Shut your fucking mouth! - Hey--

- Sweetie, calm down. - Don't touch me.

- Okay. - Don't you touch me.

You're not my friends.

You're the one who put on a shitty act.

[glass shatters]

It was a joke! Can everybody just chill?

What are you looking at, you fucking whore?

- What's your fucking... - What, bitch?

You know how easy it is to cheat on you?

[in mixed French and English] You're a fucking loser!

[everyone shouting at once]

[in French] Simon, stop!

Selfish fucker.

Leave him alone.

You're so fucking selfish.

Son of a bitch!

Let go. Let go.

Oli! Oli!

[in English] Fuck you!

[in French] Let go!

What was that?

Your tantrum, there?

- Are you crazy? - I'm not crazy!

- You're sick. - Stop telling me I'm crazy! I'm not!

- Why did you lose it? - I'm not crazy!

You freaked everyone out. I'm ashamed of you.

I don't give a fuck about your shame.

- I don't give a shit anymore. - You've had enough?

- I've had enough. - No, I have had enough!

I can't do this anymore. That's it.

It's over. Oli, we're done.

I don't want to see you anymore.

Okay, then go away.

Go on, get out of here.

You just take.

You take everything and leave me with nothing.

I've got nothing left to give. I don't ever want to see you again.

I never want to see you again.

Okay, fine.

You'll find another way to make yourself miserable.

Ciao.

[door closes]

Aah!

[in English] Fuck you!

Fuck... you!

Oli!

[in French] Oli, I'm sorry.

Oh.

[soft soundtrack music playing]

[knocks on door]

[knocks on door]

- Hi. Sorry. - No, come in.

Okay.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Nice view. - Yeah.

Do you want a drink? Let me get you one.

- Okay. - Okay.

[rattling]

[liquid pouring]

Maude's dress was amazing.

She didn't make the one I wore.

- But she made the neon green one? - Yes.

Tell her I thought it was magnificent.

Your number moved me.

Yeah?

It wasn't...

It was shitty.

I'm sorry you saw that.

It's not usually like that at all.

I know, you tried something new.

I get it.

Maybe it wasn't your best night. No big deal, it happens.

Put it behind you.

We get over that kind of stuff.

It's okay.

It's just that now...

Now you won't see me anymore.

Oh...

I might be back.

You never know.

You never know, Simon. Maybe I'll--

I just wanted you to see me.

I saw you. And I liked seeing you.

And I see you now. I'm right here.

You don't love me.

[Claire sighs]

Come on, Simon.

Why are you saying that?

[music playing and getting louder]

[knock on door]

Maude: Simon?

[loud knock on door]

[door opens]

What do you want? Hmm?

[laughs softly]

[music fades]

- [sobs] - It's okay.

It's okay.

[sobbing]

Maude: You know, Simon...

your drag queen...

her strength...

her power...

You know it all comes from you, right?

Do you still love me?

Of course.

I don't want your dirty Kleenex,

I want your hand!

[Simon sighs]

[window blinds rattling]

Yeah? Will you try me out for a night?

Great. Thanks.

You won't be disappointed.

Okay.

Bye.

Maude: Well...

Here we go.

And...

I...

♪ Ta-da ♪

Huh?

[Simon chuckles]

[singing]

Ha ha!

Yes. Ha ha ha!

[Perfume Genius's "Queen" playing]

[music growing louder]

♪ Don't you know your queen? ♪

[cheering and applause]

♪ Ripped ♪

♪ Heaving ♪

♪ Flower bloom at my feet ♪

♪ Don't you know your queen? ♪

♪ Cracked ♪

♪ Peeling ♪

♪ Riddled with disease ♪

♪ Don't you know me? ♪

♪ No family is safe ♪

♪ When I sashay ♪

♪ Don't you know your queen? ♪

♪ Gleaming ♪

♪ Wrapped in golden leaves ♪

♪ Don't you know me? ♪

♪ Rank ♪

♪ Ragged ♪

♪ Skin sewn on in sheets ♪

♪ Casing the barracks ♪

♪ For an ass to break and harness into the fold ♪

♪ Mary ♪

♪ No family is safe ♪

♪ When I sashay ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ When I sashay ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ When I sashay ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ When I sashay ♪

[music ends]

[Charles Lavoie's "No Closure" playing]

♪ No hard feelings ♪

♪ Since I don't know what is true ♪

♪ Have we been nothing? ♪

♪ Have I headed nowhere? ♪

♪ Yet I'm drowning ♪

♪ Now depth feels undone, too ♪

♪ Cold is it the warmest that I will get from you ♪

♪ I thought this might have been a time ♪

♪ Where I would have been me ♪

♪ But I don't get you standing ♪

♪ I thought this might have been the time ♪

♪ When I would have been me ♪

♪ So, I don't get the feeling anymore ♪

♪ Should I be feeling nothing? ♪

♪ Would you be heading nowhere? ♪

♪ Should I be feeling nothing? ♪

♪ Would you be heading nowhere with me? ♪

♪ I thought this might have been the time ♪

♪ Where I would have been me ♪

♪ But I don't get you standing ♪

♪ Here ♪

♪ I thought this might have been the time ♪

♪ Where I would have been me ♪

♪ So, I don't get that feeling anymore ♪

[music ends]