Real Love (C'est ça l'amour)

Pass around the mic, so we can hear each other.

He's been waiting to speak.

Go on.

Yes, here's the mic.

Hello. Christopher, 32 years old.

I have two children. A job, a roof over my head.

I get up every morning and there's food.

I mean, basically, I'm proud of myself.

Not being

like everyone else.

Thank you.

Go ahead.

My name's Kevin. 21 years old.

I'm a counselor and dancer.

Right now, I don't have a steady job.

As I say, I keep on keeping on.

I get by.

Go ahead.

Hello. I'm Terek Jema.

Nice to meet you.

I do track and field. I love sports.

And that's all.

Live a dream, like he said.

Evening.

My name's Mario.

I'm a civil servant working for local government.

When I saw the ad, I thought it was to read texts

and play roles.

So I don't get the point of...

introducing ourselves.

Sure, I guess this doesn't quite fit your bill.

As I said earlier, it's not really a stage play.

Instead of characters, you play yourselves.

All that we'll try to put together in the next two months

involves you taking turns to speak out.

The idea behind Atlas is that the public has control of the play.

The show is a platform,

a space offering the opportunity

to make yourself heard.

Before you go, everybody, the show's in two months.

It will fly by.

For it to work, you need commitment.

I need you to show reliability, loyalty even.

Thanks, everyone!

I have a question of a technical nature.

Go ahead.

The show's lighting, is that you or the venue?

Tiago does the lighting with the theatre crew.

Why?

Just wondering.

It's good to take an interest,

but let's get our subject down first before we think about staging.

Ok, Mario?

I stopped by for some stuff.

What do you need?

Clothes.

Why didn't you call me?

You signed up for Atlas?

Yeah.

It may not be a good idea. I'm working on the show.

I'm not doing it to see you.

The project really interests me.

I need to meet new people.

I'll stick at it if it's ok by you.

Pretend I'm not there. I won't get in your way, sweetheart.

You looked upstairs?

One hell of a mess.

I noticed.

Armelle!

Take a break from me, ok?

Take a break from all this.

Take your time, my love.

Meantime, I'll look after the girls.

When you come back, I'll have changed. I swear.

Take your time.

REAL LOVE

Know what?

Sit and swivel.

Fuck! Niki, he's hitting me.

I'm setting boundaries. Different.

Can we not make a scene for once?

And play happy families?

Not so loud.

He assaulted me!

No wonder mom ran out on him.

What the hell?

She ran out on your bullshit.

So take it back.

That's so mean.

Shut it!

Cut it out, girls. Stand side by side for a photo.

Pain in the ass! -Stop!

Closer, Frida. Good and close.

Sir, please stop. That's forbidden.

I'll stop, promise. It goes off all by itself.

I'll confiscate the camera.

You wouldn't do that. I'll stop.

I surrender.

For you.

What is it?

Look.

I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry.

Why put that on?

It's got mom's smell on it.

Stinks of cigarettes.

I like it.

You don't sleep in your room anymore?

I can't sleep in there.

I'm not sleeping well either.

Surprising as it may seem, water's not always best

for extinguishing fires,

particularly those involving hydrocarbons.

A quick experiment...

If I had kids, I'd teach them stuff like that.

Useful stuff for real life.

That?

Yeah, stuff to defend or protect yourself.

Like,

how to react to a terrorist attack

or how to extinguish a fire.

It could come in handy.

You want me to do stuff like that with you, like training?

It's cool.

Dad...

Here.

Thanks. Put it down there.

Morning!

Hey.

Hi, you've reached Armelle's voicemail.

Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

Me again. Sorry to call again.

It's about the girls.

They're all good. Don't worry, I'm coping.

Just keeping you posted, that's all.

There are no major issues.

Just that they're missing you. A lot.

So they're pretty hyper right now.

Anxious, even, over the situation.

Call me back. It'd be good for us to talk.

Call me, that's all.

Easy does it.

Stop!

That's great, it's fine.

In the middle of the road? We're late, let's go!

This is stupid.

C'mon, Frida!

It's stupid.

Come on!

Let's move it, we're late.

Run!

Quickly!

Jackets off.

Hi, Raymond.

Our tickets are in my bag. Third row.

I didn't see you earlier.

The girls got the tickets. I was in the toilet.

Third time you pulled this. Come on!

If everybody did it, what then?

Also, blocking emergency exits is illegal.

Right?

Let me talk to Armelle. I need a word with her.

Michel calling Armelle.

Michel calling Armelle.

This is David.

Ask Armelle to come see her husband.

I haven't seen Armelle tonight.

She's off, isn't she?

Look...

Tell her we came by.

I'll tell her.

Let's hear it. What's up?

Alex says mom's at the Ambush.

With Audrey?

With some guys. Playing darts.

Bullshit.

It's mom. Look!

What, seriously?

You two are real dorks.

Your loser friend plays paparazzi!

She's trying to help.

Help with what?

I don't need help.

It's mom's life. She does what she wants.

Mind your own business. Quit thinking about it, butt out.

Stop. Put your thing in.

Here.

Don't worry.

Concentrate. Stay concentrated.

It's for yourself.

No judging.

Louder!

Let's go for it.

Beautiful and so personal. Let's keep going.

Christopher, in retail.

I want to raise the lack of cultural activities in my town.

Alright, we'll mention that too.

Elsa.

I'm unemployed.

I want to raise immigration to Forbach, focusing on my grandfather.

Slimane, bus driver.