Original subtitles

What's up?

Here. I got it this morning.

Read it.

"We are pleased to inform you

"that your audition request for the Monaco Dance Contest

has been accepted."

Tryouts are next month.

And Jean-Pierre?

He stands no chance.

With you it's much better.

Aren't you happy?

I just wish you'd told me first.

Jojo, listen to me.

You're young, sexy, a great dancer.

You can at least do it for me.

- Stay with me. - I can't.

- Then I won't go. - Stop, Helene.

It's you they want.

- Without you I don't exist. - Nonsense!

Why is this such a drag?

Like graduation day.

It's in your head.

Besides, you graduated.

You didn't?

You didn't?

The Legion of Honour for a high-school drop-out?

Hats off!

You're stressing me out.

Miss Marchal, they're waiting. What do I do?

Please, stay.

Young ladies...

Auditions are about to begin.

Show me your best.

Show me grace, discipline...

character and personality.

Welcome to the Paris Opera.

Sign here.

Jojo!

'Morning, Mr. Lessieur.

You okay?

In the name of the President...

- Where now? - Public Radio.

- Spare me their rad pubes! - Come on.

Not this time. You'll be fine.

I'll go spend money.

Can I have some?

Here.

You'll listen? - Of course!

I came prepared.

Today's guest, Helene Marshal,

ballet mistress of the Paris Opera dance company.

We often hear...

Take that!

Jojo...

Give him a hand. He's struggling.

I'm proposing to Magalie.

I got a great ring. Now I'm broke.

So gyros for dinner.

It's easy. Left to right, so it won't scratch.

Cook for her. - My place reeks.

It's hard, but they're young.

It's that Opera bitch!

I can't take measurements at the Opera on Wednesday.

Jojo can go instead.

No way! He's not a trainee.

I need him here.

I can't. I'm busy that night.

You'll be back if you go early.

It's a quick round trip. I did it.

Please.

I'll do it.

Here.

I'm exhausted.

What's wrong?

I feel old. All rusty.

I'm feeling down.

Fed up with me here?

Why do you say that?

I can leave. I make a living now.

I can get a place of my own.

Okay.

Okay what?

Go if you want.

I never said I wanted to.

What scares you?

It's not normal being stuck together.

Otherwise we miss each other too much.

We're sick.

No. We're brother and sister, no more.

Fuck everyone else.

10:30, rehearsals.

1:30, lunch with the minister. - Again?

We already cancelled once.

- Cancel again. Find an excuse, Nelly. - Yes, Miss Marchal.

Excuse me.

Why are you here?

Mrs. Marshal's mirrors.

I'll take your skateboard.

Where is the Pet Paw room?

The Marius Petipa room?

Down this hall, then left.

Take the stairs...

Take that hall,

then right.

Go down two levels.

Then you take a left

then the elevator to 4...

Look at me.

Sorry, sir.

- What is it? - I'm lost.

I'm looking for Mrs. Marchal... To measure.

Measure what?

The mirrors. To replace some of them.

I see.

Where do I go?

Down the hall on the left.

I'm Helene Marshal.

Leave after me. Count to 100.

We've never met. Get it'?

- Got it. - Thank you, Miss.

You again? Is this a joke?

Not at all.

- Why are you tailing me? - I don't get it.

Leave me alone!

- I can't, I swear. - No swearing.

Untrue!

There he is!

There she is!

Busy, my foot!

After all I've done for her!

Shameful! What a nerve!

Pretentious!

She won't get away!

Wait for me!

Wait, sir!

That way!

Careful, I'm here!

- Why follow me? - No idea. Sorry.

- What do you want? - Nothing!

The minister!

Here I come. You can't run anymore!

Enough already... Calm down.

I know... Help me.

Fake rape me. - Never.

- Slap me! - No way!

'Again!! “ - Enough!!

Stop it!

Stop hitting me!

Enough!

Follow me!

You don't get it! Rip off my blouse!

Grab me!

That's her dance studio!

Stop! What the hell?

My Helene...

My love, are you okay?

Excuse me?

I was so scared, Miss Marshal.

I got carried away.

File a complaint. - Of course.

Catch him!

Chief is on his way, Miss Marshal.

You, come.

You stay... You come.

No, please... you come with me.

You come with me.

Miss Marshal, the chief is coming for you.

You...

come with me.

You stay here and wait.

You, come.

Stand up. Sit down. Not you!

Not you.

You, come.

You'll make things worse.

Same problem.

I was coming for you.

Hold her to wait.

First name and last.

- Joachim Fox. - Joe Akim Fox.

Akim with a K?

No, CH.

Joe Ashen.

Joe Akim.

You got it all wrong.

He came to replace my rehearsal mirrors.

We were both in the studio

when a madman came in

by the window and jumped me.

In Angers I went to Joe Achan Junior High.

In Paris it's pronounced Akim.

What's that?

Go on.

I had to visit my sick mother

so I cancelled lunch with the minister.

- Date of birth? - 4/12/81 in Bar-le-Duc.

I was in shock. He was...

a total madman with bulging eyes.

It was quite a sight.

- Department? - 55.

Meuse?

I hit the mirror man, thinking he attacked me.

The madman.

Should that be yellow?

Send it to headquarters.

You can stop. He's free to go.

We were making progress.

Miss Marshal, young man.

Thank me later. We have a car waiting.

Here they are.

- I won't get in that car. - What now?

I'm getting my skateboard.

Open up.

- I'll drop you off. - I'll walk.

- My feet hurt. - Tough luck!

Constance de la Porie.

A real hellcat!

I'm clueless, but what fun.

Take the car to the Opera.

The stage door!

You're right.

I was wrong. I'll make up for it.

- Keep it. - Money can help.

I don't want it.

Sorry, but where do go?

Home, Jean-Noel.

- But I'm going home. - Where?

- Commercy. - City of madeleines!

The train station.

Jean-Noel, to Commercy.

We'll eat madeleines!

Let me out!

In fact, you're inseparable. What passion!

MADELEINE FACTORY

Jojo!

Let's get Mom!

Hi, Jojo.

Hey, Lily. How are you?

I was afraid you forgot.

Who are your friends?

Vero, Jojo's sister.

- Where were you? - Paris.

- What for? - Work.

Joachim had work at the Opera.

Opera de Paris?

You dance? - I teach ballet.

No way! Is this Candid Camera?

Not at all.

It's far and he was in a rush, so we drove him.

I don't get it but it's real nice. Come inside!

No need.

- I insist. - No interest.

Madame, everything's closed. It's Mouna's birthday.

We're happy to have you!

Watch out for your hair.

Happy birthday.

You know, Mouna used to dance. Right, Mouna?

Our parents danced ballroom.

They died in a plane crash.

Rotten luck.

That's life.

Did Jojo tell you we dance?

We're getting ready for the Monaco Amateur Dance Contest.

We'd have shown you

but Jojo isn't ready.

What a pity.

It really is.

Know what I can do instead?

My routine with Jean-Pierre. We're ready.

Don't bother.

We'd like your opinion.

He lives nearby. We'd both be proud.

We dance in retirement homes.

Ballroom with a twist.

My choreography.

It's late. We're all tired.

Hurry!

I had no time to change. Vero rushed me.

I'm not dressed right either.

Come on.

Wait, JF. Not with my slippers.

Call an ambulance! I don't want to die!

I hate being followed!

So do I. Relax, I'm dizzy.

Helene, where are you?

Don't move. It's a blackout.

My glasses...

- What now? - The phone!

- Don't move. - I'm not.

Over there!

- Don't move. - I'm not.

- You are! - No one is.

I'm going to die here!

That must hurt.

- So? - A heel in a foot.

Left foot.

5 rue du Lac.

This is a first.

Everything's fine.

Vero? Don't go.

Does he have any family?

He lives alone.

Depressed. Suicide attempts. He's on meds.

How bleak.

No real danger but he's hurt bad.

He'll need care.

Let's go.

When did your parents die?

- I was 7. - That's young.

- Are yours still alive? - Yes.

- In Paris? - No.

Since you tail me, can you help clean up?

- It's new to me. - Cleaning up?

Exactly. I have a maid. Live and let live.

I've had enough. - Me too.

You're not the only victim.

It's less annoying being attached to me.

Really? Why'?

Isn't it obvious?

- Because you live in Paris? - In part.

- For your fame? - My fame? Nonsense.

For your money?

For the devoted driver you ignore?

It's his job. He gets paid.

Yeah right.

What a little brat.

What do you know about me and why I make money?

I enjoy my money because I feel free.

Problem? - But you're not.

- Not what? - Free.

- Asshole. - Rich bitch.

Let's get going.

Another TV Guide and I'd die.

See clearly now, babe? - Meaning?

I understand the working-class fantasy.

But the whole family is a bit much.

Think she decides? We're stuck, idiot!

I'm going.

You're leaving?

Helene? Don't give into kiddie blackmail.

- Let's go. - I can't!

I want my Mommy.

Unbearable.

3 months bed rest?

At least.

I'm going to sleep.

How dumb to dance barefoot.

At least his foot will heal.

Sure but he'll be in the hospital.

He's a mess since his wife left.

I'll need to go visit.

And I want us to rehearse.

You know I like Jean-Pierre.

But what counts for me is Monaco.

We don't have to compete.

Are you kidding?

You want to depress me?

Dance is work and discipline. Ask Helene Marshal.

If we keep on working, we'll be ready.

Are you coming up?

End of discussion. Bed time.

Sleep here. Give them your room.

Wait.

It's gentlemanly. Night, hon.

Tomorrow you'll see clearly.

Well...

she's not easy.

Public danger.

She kisses you on the mouth.

Given the paranormal circumstances,

we'll sleep upstairs and you, Constance, down here.

- With the mummy? - Say that again and you die.

- Brute! - She lives here.

You're free to leave.

Helene, I want to go home.

We'll all sleep together.

- You're a real couple. - Butt out.

I agree.

I'm cold.

Can we have just one pillow?

Quiet, I'm tired.

I gave you my bed.

He's annoying.

He's a monster.

'Night, Helene.

'Night, Joachim.

Why do you answer him?

I don't know. It's a reflex.

Joachim and Helene are stuck together.

Everyone has an explanation.

Any palpitations?

I say it's medical.

A mental illness.

It'll be solved.

Poor Jojo.

Ever since we kissed,

we're stuck one to another.

One behind, one in front.

Or side by side.

I say it's love at first sight, but repressed.

You're in a deep sleep.

When I clap, you'll wake up.

Witch doctors,

acupuncturists, hypnotists.

No one understands. Total mystery.

No idea.

Helene made a decision, resolute as is her nature.

Since the spell began at the Opera,

Joachim came to Paris.

Left foot.

Small problem.

The tights are up my butt.

By posing as a student, no one has a clue.

You didn't even wash.

Disgusting!

Miss Marshal, I've looked all over.

The minister wants to see you. It's urgent.

What a bore.

Fine. Tonight at 7. Tell him I'm bringing Mr. Fox.

Nelly, find tights for Mr. Fox.

His are for a 12-year-old.

Yes, Miss.

Joaquim comes everywhere.

Dinners, beauty parlour...

Not everyone is happy. Vero is jealous.

I see it as a gift. It's healthier.

Vero rehearses every week in Paris for the contest.

At first hostile to Helene's strictness,

she never gives in and accepts her advice.

She forges ahead.

Jean-Pierre's hospital visits,

the house, the girls...

And my job as well.

Constance is another story.

She deplores my decision and acts as if Joachim weren't there.

I'll squash that roach.

Nevertheless,

Joachim remains and Constance follows.

Wait for me!

Your hand.

You're lying.

You're in love. - Not at all.

It's obvious. You won't admit it.

He's 15 years younger.

You did the math. That proves it.

Stop.

- I'm fed up. Why is he here? - No choice.

I'm fed up with you too. You cling like a barnacle.

Stop fighting!

This is too hard. Go alone.

Out of the question!

We always go to Baba's party. So come on!

Let Glue Boy follow.

I know it's tough.

You can't even imagine.

Have sex. Get it over with.

- You know I can't. - You're right.

I bet he can't even fuck you.

Stop it.

How gross. Stop.

That son of bitch sure can kiss!

You want to wreak havoc.

No, he does.

You'll pay for this.

And you bought him a tux!

Keep the knot high.

De la Porie and Marshal...

The prima donnas!

New music!

It's weird, isn't it?

Excuse me?

I just drank my liqueur and you didn't.

True.

I just waved and you didn't.

I really wanted to.

Why didn't you'?

I don't know.

If I decide to go to the room next door,

you have to follow. - Indeed.

But things can occur naturally.

True.

Let's do something fun.

Shut your eyes, let yourself go,

and I'll lead your gestures.

Me first.

Okay.

Go on.

Not very nice.

Now me. - We proved it.

- What? - That it works.

My turn. Shut your eyes.

Go on.

Shut your eyes.

Don't be afraid.

Enough. Not funny.

When he sleeps, the spell sleeps.

5, 6, 7...

Steady, Veronique.

Not bad.

Veronique, your eyes on one point. Not darting about.

Like this'?

Yes. Very good.

Once more.

- Again? - Yes, again.

Dance is discipline, young man.

No sighing.

She's right. That's dumb.

Try harder. She's nice to help us.

- Quiet! - Sorry.

Start over.

- I'm hungry. - Eat later.

What now?

I'm hungry-

Fine. Let's eat. We'll pick up later.

Sorry, Helene.

I want to continue. Told the girls I'd be home early.

Go on, then.

I can call them.

Don't change your plans. We'll manage. Don't be late.

Okay.

I hate you.

Have you chosen?

Everything here is too fattening.

Why so weight-conscious?

Out of respect for others.

Why hide behind your hair?

I hate being watched.

- Why not dance'? - Do I grill you?

All the time. So?

None of your business.

I'll check the Net.

It won't say.

The Net has it all.

Like Samaritaine.

I don't get it.

It was a department store. It's closed now.

Their slogan was, "Samaritaine has it all."

You're too young.

Jojo?

Marie?

- What are you doing here? - I work nearby.

You live in Paris?

Not really. But I come often now.

You're so pretty.

- How's your sister? - Fine.

What's up with you?

Happy?

I have everything I need to be happy.

You know, we lug around our chains...

Sometimes the clanking sounds nice.

I got you.

This is very moving.

For me too.

Goodbye.

Don't say a word.

I slept with him.

Not with him.

Him... I slept with.

Not him, but he wants to.

Yes, you did.

I didn't, but he tells everyone I did.

But he's cute.

When you don't want to, you don't do it.

It depends.

- You've done it reluctantly? - At times, to be polite.

- My adorable nutcase! - Not you?

One thing I'm not polite about is sex.

Can we change the subject?

Goodnight.

No talking to him in my presence. Didn't I text you?

I forgot.

'Night, Helene.

We all have to sleep together?

True, it's cramped.

I get it.

Madame, you missed your last appointments.

Yet we sent you two letters that remain unanswered.

Your blood tests show very low transaminase levels.

Contact me as soon as possible.

Your case is alarming.

I paid your phone. They cut it.

Bastards. I'm broke.

I can give you some.

- I couldn't care less. - Come on.

If you want to.

Consider it done. See you tonight.

No, I'm busy.

Okay, tomorrow then.

See you tomorrow.

You give her money?

Sometimes.

She doesn't work?

She does but...

she has debts, spends a lot. So I help.

Is that wrong?

You don't help fix her problem. You enable it.

Why should she fix it if I help? There's no more problem.

The two of them fight less,

grow to know each other

and avoid annoying subjects that they both don't like.

Want another confidante?

I'm not used to that.

My one and only confidante is Constance.

Not tonight.

Not tonight.

He sometimes says,

"One day I'll make you dance.“

She always replies, “I doubt it.“

They realize their experience cannot be shared.

It cannot be uttered.

It isolates them.

Does it scare you?

I don't know.

It's scary and...

reassuring. - True...

Where did you learn that?

On the Net.

Why choose that?

Because it's pretty.

Is there anything else you find pretty?

Yes.

Want to dance with me?

Of course.

Why are you so absent?

Careful, follow the rhythm.

We'll manage.

I'm totally into it.

I am.

In mind, not in heart.

You're not into it. You can't help it.

You're forcing yourself.

Not at all. Why say that?

I can tell.

Constance is right. You love her.

Who, Constance?

Quiet!

Veronique, no yakking!

Stop talking. How can he concentrate?

You hold us up.

No surprise.

Pardon me?

Nothing.

Do you really want this?

- Yes. - I can't hear you!

She should ask you. - What now?

Nothing.

So get back to work.

The other exercise.

Jetés to the side, like before.

One glissade.

One plié. Good.

One plié, now do two.

Keep it up.

Left leg. Left leg, Veronique!

Good, Joachim. Excellent! Keep it up.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Mouna, I forgot the gym keys.

Not rehearsing?

- Why not? - I won't go anymore.

Excuse me?

I won't go.

- The contest? - I quit.

See you tonight. I got to run.

JF!

That's all?

Who cares about the contest?

I want you to be happy.

If you quit, it's fine with me.

Not disappointed?

Are you crazy?

You have your reasons.

You better. Or watch out.

Miss Marshal, the minister is here.

Come in, please.

Young ladies...

Future ballerinas.

Forgive me, Miss Marshal

to have come here...

on the sly.

I wanted to give you these.

How kind of you.

What for?

To say goodbye.

You're leaving us?

The President reshuffled his cabinet.

How unfortunate.

I'll be director of the Louvre.

It's not too far.

We can have lunch.

The years that you were under my supervision

were the best of my life.

Don't exaggerate.

You've taught me a lot.

Like what?

My secret, if you don't mind.

Not at all. What a mystery...

Why are you here?

Helene mustn't see me.

Don't worry. She's asleep.

Why are you pale?

No reason. I'm fine.

Stop it. I'll call a doctor.

It won't help.

Go away.

Why keep drinking if you're not allowed?

Because I prefer drinking

to not drinking.

But it destroys you.

No, it doesn't.

It's the fucking disease that does.

Been sick long?

Since I'm 16.

Know how you got it?

What's it to you?

Be nice. Drink your milk.

Is your tone credible now?

I dislike playing nicey nice.

Being kind freaks me out.

You know, Joachim,

the bonds we form cause suffering when we go away.

- She doesn't know? - I'm proud.

I won't be loved out of pity.

Come... Let me show you something.

Sit there.

You see, Joachim?

I've watched them for a while.

Who are they?

Who cares? Neighbours.

Stop with the dumb questions.

Take a good look.

Black Dress is his wife.

I saw them when they moved in together.

They were happy,

lots of plans together.

A real couple.

Then she started waiting up for him,

worried, checking her cellphone.

They started fighting, screaming. A real movie.

He was seeing Red Dress. She felt it.

Exactly.

Black Dress started snooping.

The typical jealous woman

and two-bit philanderer.

Then one day,

Red Dress arrives.

No fights, no shouting.

They all make love.

One night, then two.

Now they live together.

No longer two of them,

but three.

A "trouple".

And you know why?

Out of fear?

I don't know.

Ménages é trois are risky.

They endanger everyone.

I don't think fear is the driving force.

So it's their nature.

They're not swingers.

None of them swings.

Red Dress sees no other men.

So how does such a situation arise?

I don't know.

Maybe we're a bit crazy.

It's easier than that.

Some couples just can't break up.

Look.

Three of them...

each one, alone.

You want to dance with me?

Why are you so absent then?

Why isn't it working?

I don't know.

But I do want to.

Don't worry. I'll get used to it.

I'll be right back.

- Miss Marshal! - Later, Nelly!

What are you doing? Come back.

- I can't. It's not me. - What do you mean?

I never wanted this. It's no life for me.

It can't continue.

Meaning what?

I need my home, my sister, my job.

You're tired. It'll be fine. Go to class.

Joachim Fox, back to class now!

It's over... I quit.

We can't go on. It's unbearable.

We must be free to see each other. We can't remain prisoners.

Helene, kiss me.

- Don't you want to be free? - Of course I do.

So kiss me.

It all started here.

Let's break the spell. - Nonsense.

I'm going crazy.

Do you understand?

We live together.

We sleep together.

I know every noise you make.

We share everything and we deny it.

It was fine before. Let's continue.

Before your panic attack.

It's not you I'm leaving.

It's myself I'm looking for.

Mother loved dance. I loved Mother.

I never wanted to be a ballerina. She did.

I was sick at every audition.

I thought I'd die.

Extreme stage fright.

I ended up in an asylum.

Mother was forbidden to visit. I got better.

What did you ask just now?

When?

A minute ago.

To kiss me.

What did I answer?

You know why?

Because I didn't want to.

To kiss me?

To let all this end.

I moved back to Commercy.

I work at the mirror shop again.

I go clubbing to kill time.

I rented an apartment of my own.

Constance left.

She lives in a small hotel in Paris.

I give her money without telling her.

I see her, but not like before.

Excuse me?

Waiter? Can I have some bread

with butter and assorted jams?

Excuse me, ma'am?

Got 50 cents for candy?

I'm sorry, I don't.

Is that why you look sad?

Mouna died one Friday morning.

We buried her the next Monday.

Vero is 8 months pregnant.

I think she's doing well.

I see movies with Pierre,

exhibitions with Paul

and plays with Jacques.

Miss Marshal?

Yes, Nelly?

Sorry to bother you.

You're not.

I came to say that I resigned.

Really?

My boyfriend is moving to Canada.

I'm following him. To Winnipeg.

Excellent.

I've adored all these years with you.

You're someone I find... exceptional.

I've appreciated you as well.

Mr. Lessieur?

I'm off.

Think about my offer?

And?

The answer's no.

I don't want to take over the business.

Kiddo... now I'm in deep shit.

What do I do?

I was counting on you. - Sorry.

Thanks.

Thanks for what?

Miss Marshal, as you know, since I was named minister,

given the difficult times--

Don't cut me off.

I'll continue.

I've had to make decisions.

Often difficult ones, at times cruel.

Sometimes difficult... often cruel.

I regret to inform you officially--

I know. I already received my... certified letter.

Don't cut me off.

To inform you of the termination of your contract at the Paris Opera

which you've bravely run etc...

You have 30 days to vacate your apartment.

Your other fringe benefits end as of now.

Your severance pay is generous

and you'll remain a member of the Academy.

Is that all?

You're doing me a world of good.

What are you doing?

Returning what's yours.

May I?

Our dream life is not necessarily what suits us best.

I've never dreamed my life.

Howdy, stranger.

I'm getting a beer. Want one?

No thanks.

I quit the mirror shop.

Why did you do that?

He wanted me to take it over.

I don't want the responsibility.

I want to go away.

Oh yeah? Where to?

New York.

It's now or never.

It's far.

You're right. Good idea.

I'm having a boy.

Phone call. Helene Marshal.

Calm down.

Breathe deeply.

I know.

I'm coming. See you soon.

Constance is sick, she's in the hospital.

I think she's dying.

It's here.

I'm scared.

If you want, I can come.

I don't know.

I'm afraid not to recognize her.

Can you look and tell me what you see?

- Sure. - You're not scared?

- Yes, a little. - So why do it?

Because you asked.

And if I said to jump off a bridge?

You're right.

It makes me feel good to help you.

Stronger. Better about myself.

I'm doing it for me.

Good answer?

Can I go?

I'll come. You'll be my eyes.

She's lying on the bed.

Her eyes are closed.

She seems calm.

What's the cow noise?

The mask, I think.

- What mask? - To help her breathe.

Is there any blood?

Is there? - I don't think so.

Your description is lousy.

Get closer.

So?

She's beautiful. She looks okay.

YOU want to reassure me.

It's a difficult situation.

I swear I'm not lying.

She opened her eyes.

Go get the nurse!

Constance... it's me, Helene.

I thought she was suffocating.

Madame, can you hear us?

It'll be fine.

The circumstances may not be ideal, but I want to say...

that I'm happy to see you.

Me too.

A moment of meditation...

To say goodbye is to say thank you

for all the unforgettable memories.

Please stand.

We bid farewell to Mrs. Constance Laporte.

De la Porie,

Constance de la Porie.

And not Mrs. It's Miss.

Sorry.

Idiot.

She hated being called Mrs.

Shortly, the coffin of... the deceased

will vanish from sight.

To say a last goodbye,

I ask you to step forward.

To the coffin.

My dear...

Cremation will now commence.

- I stroke her hand. - He strokes my hands.

She kisses my neck.

I touch her breast. - I kiss his neck.

He touches my breast. - I stroke her hand.

She strokes my neck. - I grab his hair.

- She grabs my hair. - He looks in my eyes.

I stroke his hands. - I look at her, she sighs.

I sigh.

his name is Junior

He strokes my hands.

- She kisses my neck. - I kiss his neck.

I touch her breast.

I stroke her hand.

- I grab his hair. - She grabs my hair.

- He looks in my eyes. - He looks in her eyes.

- She sighs. - He sighs.

I sigh.

- There were two of them. - There were two of us.

I want to die with you.

HAND IN HAND

Subtitling: CNST, Montreal