Tango Libre

Balance your weight

to step off to the right.

Sidestep. Lead her in a forward ocho.

Free your leg.

Hello, miss. We expect everyone to be here on time.

Come on, get yourself ready. Let's begin.

Sidestep.

Forward ocho.

Then end with an eight-count basic, on the right foot. It's easier.

Feel free to shift your weight from foot to foot.

There are different ways to go about it.

We'll work on that next week. But try it now.

Ready?

J.C., can you dance with the new girl?

Hello.

Alice. - I'm Jean-Christophe. J.C.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Ok, roll call.

Marco? - Here.

Block B, section 1.

Popeye? - Here.

Block B, section 1.

Patrick? - Here.

Visiting room. Corentin?

Here. - Orderly duty.

Michel. - Yeah.

Chief, Block B.

Luc will team up with Patrick in the visiting room.

J.C.?

J.C.?

Block B, section 2. From 11 to 12, you'll do behind-glass visits.

Ok. Here. - Kevin?

Here. - Chores.

Christophe?

Visits.

What a rookie!

Alice, what do you mean, he's not here?

He'll come next week.

Forget next week! - He didn't want to come.

He didn't want to? What about me?

Think I like being stuck in here?

It's just not right! Shit!

I don't want to fight.

Me neither.

I wanted to see you both.

You realize that? Shit...

Stop it... What're you doing?

Shit, Alice, you're crazy.

I'm going crazy here too. It's so...

What's up? Can't we get some privacy?

Can we talk a minute?

I'll be right back.

Not bad at all.

Just one remark.

I'd like you to face each other more...

Regulations strictly forbid me to socialize with...

So we won't dance together.

Ok.

Then we also have a quicker tempo. This gives women a chance to...

When can I go to the open room?

With which one? - Both of them.

It bothers you?

You turtledoves...

Can you show us a quick milonga, J. C?

A milonga. Music, please.

Seen the time? I'll be late at the hospital.

Hold on... What's this?

Were you in a fight?

Can you see Ok? - Yeah.

Did you fall on your head? - No.

Does it hurt? - No, it doesn't.

There's disinfectant in my room.

I have to go. We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Ok? - Yes.

Give me a kiss.

Come on, hurry it up.

Come along now.

Please take your seats quickly.

You didn't want to see me?

Is that it? - Please sit down.

Sit at your tables. Orwe'll send you all back!

J.C.!

J.C.!

Excuse me!

He got into a fight.

Antonio was in a fight. - Really?

You'll talk to him? - I'll have a word.

If you please...

Don't tell Femand. - What?

He's in my tango class.

The guard?

A good dancer? - No.

How are you?

It's good to see you. Really good.

Stop it.

You didn't want to come? - I did.

What's going on?

I want you to have a word with Antonio.

Why? - He got into a fight.

You got into a fight? - Yeah.

Why? - Why?

Dunno. - You don't know?

He didn't tell me. - The guy asked for it.

They asked forit. - What?

What do you mean? - It's true.

He's 15. - So...?

You talked to your mum at 15? - Two of them.

Really? - He had to fill out a form.

Guess what he put as his father's profession. "Dead."

Really? - Sure.

You're not lying? - I'm not.

Don't bullshit me. They started it? - Yes.

Then it's normal.

They punch you, you punch them back.

Right? That's normal.

But never start it. You just let things happen.

You can't let them bust your balls.

Antonio needs his family.

What family? - Ours.

You, me, Femand.

You knocked the bastards out? - You bet.

It's time.

To change...

Right.

You're the man of the house. Take care of your mum.

I'm glad you're dancing.

What's he looking at? - You talked to him?

You talked to Antonio? - Yes. Why's he looking at you?

You fought with a cat? He scratched you?

What are you talking about?

Why's he staring at you? - Who?

Him, the weird-looking guy.

What weird-looking guy? No idea.

Maybe he thinks I'm pretty. - Why?

You don't think I'm pretty? - I do.

You know him? What's so funny? - Kiss me.

You know him? - No! Stop pissing me off.

Ok, I got that. But how, what and who?

Tell me... - What happened?

Come on, say it. How do you know him?

I just got into a fight. - Come on, tell me.

It's no use. - Why?

You're getting wound up. - No, you are!

How d'you know him?

Are you listening to me? - You keep talking!

Can you shut up a second?

No, you shut up. - Ok, I'll shut up.

You never got into a fight? - I ask the questions.

He's in my tango class.

I didn't know he was... - Jesus...

You danced with him? - I didn't know.

My wife, dancing with a guard. Can you believe this?

I can't. - What did Antonio say?

They're all peasants.

You call people peasants?

No! - Goddammit!

Control your temper! Try thinking of Antonio.

That's not cool. You don't call people peasants.

He's not just some jerk.

He's the asshole of a guard who's dancing with my wife.

Fine, go ahead, get angry!

It's no big deal.

You're dancing with him?

Fine. - I didn't do it on purpose.

I keep telling you to give up the tango. I hate it.

You're not my dad, so shut up.

Antonio! - Wait.

Let go of me!

Why wouldn't you give up the tango? Why?

Why?

Why couldn't you ever get into it?

You're right.

Did Antonio tell you why he got into a fight?

He won't talk to me anymore. - I don't get it.

I do. It's adolescence... It's not easy...

She's dancing with a guard!

Here. - Thanks.

I don't get it. How can she do this to us?

How can she, Dominic?

She's always danced. - But not with a guard!

Don't be an idiot! - Under your pillow.

Huh? - Under your pillow.

Shit! - Antonio used to talk a lot more.

When he was 9 or 10, he used to talk all the time.

Don't you care if she dances the tango with that guard?

Maybe you get it but it goes right over my head.

I don't think it's normal. What am I, crazy?

Just have a shit and shut up.

He keeps getting into fights.

For no reason.

Recreation!

Hey, Dom, come on.

Come on!

Let's go.

Any Argentinians here? - Argentinians?

I'm from Peru. Full-blooded Quechua.

Are you from Argentina? - I'm from Uruguay.

Argentinos? - No, Poland.

Anybody from Argentina? - Yeah...