Rolling to You (Tout le monde debout) (Tout le monde debout)

- My name is Rodrigo Gonsalvez. I am Colombian.

I am a refugee, seeking refuge in your country. I have nowhere to live.

I'm so glad we met.

I have...

2 kg of hashish in my bag.

- You know I can have you searched. - Promises, promises...

Proceed.

- That's me. - Hello, Mr. Jackson.

May I take your luggage? - Of course. - Come with me.

I thought you'd be black.

- Ah yes? Why? - Because you are from Africa...

- Prejudices! I am African, so I am black.

But, no. Mr... Jackson is white.

But you are African.

Yes. I am from the Congo.

You are not Ivorian?

And Ivorian.

My father is Congolese, my mother, Ivorian.

But you are white.

- Yes. I was born in France.

And you? What's your name? - Rachida.

- Rachida! Pretty! - I am Portuguese.

- I used to go to Lisbon to fish. - To fish?

- Yes, clams. I had a little stand where I sold clams and sardines.

Are not you sick of lying?

Everyone lies, Max.

You're crazy.

- I took a taxi from the Ivory Coast embassy to get my car from the airport.

- You're training for the marathon, You should have run there.

Are you going to see her again? - Of course.

I'll call her on Saturday, I'll fuck her on Sunday, Then I get rid of her on Monday.

Beautiful. Tight phrase!

Almost like a political slogan.

And...

what's the use for you?

Nothing.

For the challenge.

To be someone else.

Fucking as myself bores me.

- You know, even with your money and nice car, and your handsome, mature looks,

you're still not irresistible.

You like challenges. So, try for once just being yourself.

Maybe you'll find someone you can't crack...

I swear, you're crazy.

Hello? I am in the middle of eating.

Yeah.

Well... on Saturday, then.

Yes.

My mother... - Are you reconciled?

That's good. How is Odette doing?

She is dead.

Ah...

Excuse me. Sorry.

My dear brothers and sisters,

it is with great sadness

that we are gathered here today to celebrate Odette's memory.

At this moment,

I think especially of the pain

of her sons, Lucien and Jocelyn, who are here.

I was at the wrong funeral.

- "Tick and Tock", as she called them. It's a huge void

that Odette's death leaves within us. - Where's dad?

He did not want to come.

- "When you lose one person The world is depopulated."

Odette had the solidity of an oak and flexibility

of a reed. - It's long, right?

We'll miss you, Odette.

Your presence radiated... - Here are the keys to mom's house.

She would have liked you to go one last time before we sell.

- Who will be able to forget your good deeds,

without expecting any reward, your love of others...

I have an extra set in the garage.

- Your joy of life, your naughty little clothes,

your tight blouses, your cute little stilettos

And your princess-like walk.

Your perfume...

Your cooking!

Which reminded us always of the scents of your birthplace, Italy.

Where are you, Odette?

Can you hear me?

You have always been strong,

even in adversity.

As we all know,

your unhappy marriage Strengthened you even more so.

And when the captain abandoned ship, You took the wheel in your own hands.

Your only weakness was your self-sacrificing ways.

"When you are happy or sad,

"mama is always here."

Sorry.

Hello.

- I didn't mean to disturb you. I am your new neighbor.

I just moved in. Your door was open.

As I needed help to move a dresser, but...

- I will help you. - Oh, no.

Do not worry. I can manage on my own.

Ah, and I am a caregiver.

I take care of people like you.

If you ever need...

I'm looking for a job. I am unemployed at the moment.

If I can help you...

- People "like me"? - Yes.

But, of course...

Wait! Don't move...

I will help you.

Nonono, leave it.

I can manage it myself. Just give me the reel...

No, the other one. There...

Bend down again.

There you go. Thank you.

If they are left on the floor, I'll feel the needles sticking me

in my feet... I mean, in the tires.

Can I know your name? - Oh yes, sorry. Julie.

Julie Montier.

And you,

Is it Odette Tomazzi? That's the name on the doorbell.

Yes it's...

It is my mother. The apartment is in her name, and she died a few days ago.

I live here alone with my memories.

My name is Jocelyn.

Nice to meet you, Jocelyn. Okay, I'm going now.

But if you need anything, don't hesitate. I am just across from you.

- I will not hesitate. And the same for you...

Salt, pepper... A small piece of fabric...

Eh, don't hesitate, we're neighbors.

- OK. Good...

- See you later. - Bye.

What is this new challenge?

You think a disabled person who fucks a hot girl,

is some big deal?

- In an old age home, yeah. It will be the bomb, I tell you.

It's Beauty and the Beast.

I have to find myself some corduroy pants.

So she'll have some pity on me.

If this works, you run the marathon with me.

- And if not, you agree to that colonoscopy when you turn 50.

- I'm still not 50 yet. - It's coming.

That glove is not disposable?

Good. Listen...

I don't know what's going on in your head,

but as for the rest, everything is fine.

- Good news. - Tell me...

If it works,

how are you going to do it in a wheelchair?

- Wait, Max, I'm not planning to do it like that. Are you joking?

No way! The challenge...

Is when we get to that point,

I become Jesus. I get up, I walk, I go.

No. I do not sleep with her.

You are crazy.

Unless she insists.

To my office.

The communication between us must be clear,

frank and direct, so that we achieve the goal.

It's essential to broaden the marketing

To target the early adopters... Clarisse, your phone!

And I remind you: We do not cheat the athletes, and even less so with young people.

And above all,

leave a place for competitors.

I want everyone to find the shoe that fits his foot.

I want respect.

...and I'm joking.

We go in, we overwhelm them, we crush them, and we win.

We are number 1. I don't even want to see number 2 on the horizon.

Change your cologne.

So, let's get our asses in gear and destroy them.

No pity. The important is our goal: be strong...

...in battle, and the rest follows.

Never forget: your form

is what rises to the surface.

A bastard. You're a bastard. Oh yes.

- Oh, Justin! - Jocelyn.

Jocelyn.

Am I interrupting?

No. I was doing my nails.

Would you like to come over for coffee?

Uh... Why not?

Powdered sugar is okay?

Um yes.

But I prefer cubes. I break them in half.

But otherwise, powdered sugar is fine.

I see that

you are on a diet.

Yeah, I'm preparing for a marathon.

A marathon?

Uh... yes, as a spectator.

To be in shape for a day's spectating, and be less heavy to push.

And so, you,

are you a caregiver? - Yes. At the moment, unemployed.

And you? What do you do? - No, I can't. I'm disabled.

So what?

Even disabled people can do things.

It doesn't stop you

from looking at my breasts, for example.

- I wasn't looking. - You definitely were.

- I really didn't even notice that you had any.

- Yes, yes, yes. You were looking at my breasts.

If you weren't, I'd have been disappointed.

Are you married? - Oh no.

It's difficult, in my condition.

It would take someone...