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THIS FILM WON
THE LOUIS DELLUC PRIZE IN 1977
- They'll be ready in two days.
- Thank you.
You must send them to me.
One last swim?
- Coming, Anne?
- No, I don't feel like it.
Don't be long, Frdrique.
Dad's expecting us.
He'll be cross with her, not me.
PEPPERMINT SODA
Bye. Don't forget to write.
Dad, what about Mum's cheque?
Not in the holidays.
Tell her, next month.
Don't forget to write.
Bye.
Have a good journey.
Where were you?
In the other toilet.
This one was engaged.
For my sister,
who still hasn't returned
my orange sweater...
If I'm not with Martine and Sylvie
I'll ask to swap classes.
If the lists have been made up
you won't be able to swap.
Right, time to go.
You can't be late on your first day.
Make a good impression.
Try to sit in the front row.
Anne! Martine!
- How are things?
- Fine.
Hi.
- Where have you been?
- Normandy.
- How was it?
- Great.
Look at Baldy!
He's got a new coat.
He's still a short-arse, though.
Hello!
- Seen Franoise?
- No.
We're lucky to be in the same class.
I knew we would be.
You're so tanned.
Where did you go on holiday?
I went travelling.
- Was it good?
- Yes, great fun.
Bnazraf.
She's no longer here.
I crossed her off.
No one tells me anything.
- Two toilets are blocked, Miss.
- Then unlock them!
I don't have a...
Now is not the time.
Just figure it out.
He gets more stupid every day.
Hi.
- You've sewn your name tag on.
- You bet.
- And your new class.
- I'm a big girl now!
Have you seen her new hairdo!
She shouldn't have cut it.
I've put Demil in here for now.
Let's go.
Quiet!
Get in line.
Get into position.
Come on, get a move on.
Maurice.
Marfoix.
Meyer.
Pichon.
Ranonet.
Anne!
You OK?
Follow me.
What are you doing here?
Why aren't you with your class?
I wasn't called.
"Miss."
Miss.
- What's your name?
- Monique Martinez.
- "Miss!"
- Miss.
- Is this your first year?
- Yes, Miss.
- Where are you from?
- Own
Oran? Where the hell is that?
Must be a private school.
Come with me.
We'll find your class.
Hurry UP!
- Where you going?
- Toilet, Miss.
No time-wasting on the first day.
No, Miss.
- Stay sitting. Everything OK?
- Fine.
Come here, you.
Take her with you for today.
She must have come
from a private school.
Oran or something like that.
In Algeria? Poor child!
Go and find a seat, little one.
Don't worry, we'll sort it out.
Algeria! Poor lamb.
See you later.
Sit down!
No running in the corridors!
Note down the following information
in capital letters:
surname,
first name,
address,
parents' occupation.
In capital letters, legibly,
write your surname, first name,
address, parents' occupation.
Oh, and also state
if they're widowed or divorced.
Widowed... or divorced.
Look at her feet!
Apparently she threw a pair of scissors
at the class last year.
She gets madder every year.
I'm going to see my sister.
Hi. This is my sister Anne.
She's two years below us.
Muriel's new.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Guess who we've got
for geography. Perronet.
Good luck with that!
- Have you got Gruyre for Art?
- Yes.
And Petitbon for French.
Poor things!
Peslier?
Pelier. Here.
- Polo.
- Here.
- Rival?
- What will my mother say?
- Is there more?
- Yes.
- Now it's all over your hands.
- Drat.
Rubeau?
It's Ruban, Miss.
- Steib?
- Here.
- Weber?
- Here.
Do you have a sister in the school?
Yes, Miss.
God help us!
Fill out the usual form.
In your exercise books,
starting from the top.
Write clearly.
Four squares from the margin.
Surname...
- Frdrique!
- What?
There's a letter for you
on the table.
That's enough. Give it back.
Cut it out. Leave her alone.
Spoilsport!
Hurry UP!
You look like an ostrich!
OK. Go back to your place.
Time to start that diet, fatty!
Give me the name of a hard rock?
It's used for roofs.
- Yes?
- Tiles?
Slate. And now a soft rock?
You'll never get this. It's kaolin.
What's kaolin used for?
Black pudding.
No!
Talc.
Here are samples
of each type of rock.
Pass them along.
The last girl will kindly bring them
back to me at the end the lesson.
What are you doing?
- Is that him?
- Yes.
How old is he?
He's 16.
He's cute.
Who's that?
My father and mother.
My parents are divorced.
- What does your mum do?
- She works in a clothes shop.
Ever thought of running away?
- Where would I go?
- I don't know.
Does he live at home too?
No, but that's not the problem.
I don't want to run away.
I just want to see him.
Maybe at Christmas.
Anne, stop it!
Is your mum as strict as all that?
I have to tell her where I'm going.
And I have to be home by midnight.
Aren't your parents the same?
My mother died last year.
She committed suicide.
She committed suicide?
She was sick, manic-depressive.
I get along with my dad.
He may remarry.
I can't imagine my mum remarrying.
Not that I would mind.
Can I get my letters sent to you?
You date lots of boys.
Have you ever slept with a boy?
I've slept with a boy.
It's true.
What happened?
Nothing. I went to his place.
I mean, his parents' place.
We went up to his room.
He kissed me on the mouth.
- Did he use his tongue?
- Sure.
How disgusting!
That's how it's done.
He told me to undress.
And you did it? In front of him?
Yes. Then he told me
to lie down on the bed, naked.
I don't believe you.
- I swear it's true.
- Then what?
- What do you mean?
- What happened next?
Nothing. He lay down beside me
and read a comic book.
- That's all?
- Yes.
- Shall we go for a stroll?
- Yes.
Have you ever noticed
the boys on the beach?
Sometimes they have
a kind of bump in their trunks.
I can't say I have.
Next time have a look.
It's a kind of bump.
They call it a "hard-on".
- Really?
- Yes.
When a boy makes love to a girl,
it gets really long.
Sometimes it gets stuck
and they can't get it out.
How long? Very long?
I'm not sure.
I think it can grow
to at least two metres.
Hang Kong, hub of the Far East.
A city of mystery,
where 100, 000 traffickers loiter.
Hong Kong is a busy trading center.
The boat from Singapore has docked.
Close your bedroom door.
Your sister needs to sleep.
London's Daily Time correspondent
has landed in Hong Kong...
I'll leave it open.
If you don't finish it today,
you can come back next Saturday.
It will keep you out of trouble.
Does that look like Bambi to you?
Look at Weber's masterpiece.
This is her Bambi, apparently.
You could have fooled me!
Start again.
- On the same sheet?
- Yes, on the same sheet.
You're not worth wasting good paper on.
Now, go and wash your hands.
Tourli! Come into my office.
I'm going to break my arm.
Then I'll be excused.
I'm sick of art.
Mum never believes me
when I say the teachers are crazy.
She thinks they're always right.
I'll scrape it off if I have to.
Now show me your nails.
Come on, your nails.
What a display!
Do your parents let you go out like that?
How dare you come to school like that.
You're a disgrace!
You should be ashamed.
Let's make a complaint.
They'll never believe us.
She's sick, a sadist.
They'll never believe us.
That's better.
It's freezing in here.
- 1.60 meters.
- 1.60.
Next.
Started your periods?
Yes. I mean, no.
My mother's worried.
She says it's not normal.
She's taking me to the doctor.
I'm 14 and I haven't started yet.
Don't worry. It's no fun at all.
I get terrible cramps.
What's got into her?
Hey! Wait for me.
Are you taking all that?
Mind your own business, OK?
I've got a dissertation to write.
And a physics oral.
You don't even know what that means.
Here he is. Hurry up.
Frdrique, you're not taking a suitcase!
If I can't do my homework,
I'm not coming.
OK, let's go.
Anne, fetch the radio from the kitchen.
Tadpole, how about a snap?
I don't feel like it.
Come on. Don't be silly.
Take it while she's glowering.
Isn't she cute?
Why is she always moody?
She's never happy.
You're always sulking.
Maybe she needs her appendix out.
Something's wrong with that kid.
Come on, Tadpole.
Give us a smile.
That's ugly.
Can't you leave me alone?
Suit yourself.
We're going for a walk.
You just nicked something.
I did not.
We've got a maths test.
I haven't even opened my book.
See you later.
I'm in pain.
I need to leave the room.
Just ask.
- In English?
- Yes.
What's with the sniggering?
Janin?
Here.
- Jacquet?
- Yes.
She's got some nerve!
What is it, Delcroix?
Nothing. Some people
get excused a lot, that's all.
I'm not buying it,
not twice in one month.
I swear, it's the second time this month.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Go and get changed.
Hurry UP!
Quiet!
Piano!
And one
and two
and three...
Take my stick!
Take my stick!
Remove this stick!
Right.
Next exercise.
To the beam.
- Miss?
- Can't you play elsewhere?
Can I see the nurse?
I have cramps.
- What classes do you have today?
- Two hours of maths.
Ah! I get the picture.
It's true.
I believe you about the maths.
- Off you go.
- Thanks, Miss.
- Where you off to?
- To see the nurse.
- Sir?
- Yes, Miss?
Do you still have the essays
you wrote two years ago?
They're in my cupboard.
What's the topic?
"Describe a banquet
in a medieval castle."
Yes, I had that one.
It must be in my cupboard.
Petitbon will never notice.
Watch out, you're spilling it.
Are you OK?
- Did you sleep well?
- Yes.
40, 000 attend Edith Piafs funeral.
Can I have my pocket money?
Take it from my purse.
How much can I take?
Three francs of course.
Don't go by bus.
It does you good to walk.
It's the same story every week.
I'm taking it. I'm late.
- What time will you be back?
- Four o'clock. Bye.
What time's your first class?
Nine.
Sorry, girls. You're too late.
It's the same every Monday.
Am I ever late?
Go and sit down.
- But, sir...
- No chance. Go and sit down.
Were you late on purpose too?
No. What's our first class?
Art?
Phew! I don't have my paints.
We've come late on purpose.
Any third-year girls here?
Miss Bruyre is asking for you.
Go to your class.
The rest can come to the study room.
Serves them right.
They'll get at least two hours' detention.
Seven of hearts.
That's good.
Kennedy is dead.
He's been assassinated.
Liar!
- Lend me your pen.
- OK, but I want it back.
"We all must die
and drift towards a bottomless pit
"that recognizes
neither kings nor princes."
Let people through, girls.
Don't block the door.
- You have a letter.
- Another one?
Thanks.
Right, I'll start with Weber
who went to great pains.
Weber, next time you copy
your sister's old essays
be so good as to correct her spelling
to save me the tedious task.
Naturally, you get nought.
Oh, Steib.
Still as brilliant as ever.
Half a point.
Keep up the good work.
Ruban, half a point too.
That's a step in the right direction.
I'm surprised at you.
Your work lacks maturity.
As for your spelling
and your handwriting...
ls everything OK?
Are you having problems?
No? Nothing wrong?
See me after class.
I've given you two points,
to encourage you.
- Good evening.
- Hello.
- Do you know why we're here?
- I guess so.
We're here to play the Forfeit Game.
Yes, that's why I came.
I'm only allowed to go by bus
when I'm with you.
Frdrique takes the bus.
She uses pocket money
for the fare.
You get pocket money too.
She gets five francs a week.
I can't afford it.
She's older. Last year
she got three francs like you.
Fares have gone up.
Tickets, please.
Thanks.
I want stockings.
We've been through all that.
No means no.
The other girls make fun of me.
Then go to the complaints desk.
All the other girls wear stockings.
What about tights?
They last longer.
Why won't you let me wear them?
Once and for all,
you're not wearing tights.
Look. That girl's in my class.
She's in my class.
Don't let me down.
Give me the solutions
and the workings.
Don't forget the workings.
The solutions alone won't help.
Don't worry. It'll be chaos.
You can't fail.
Prove Chasles' theorem
You have one hour
and I want total silence.
You expect me to sign this?
Why have you got
two hours' detention next Thursday?
It's my art teacher. She's nuts.
I forgot my paints.
And nought for natural sciences?
What did you forget there?
And what about the essay?
Why didn't you get a mark?
I got the subject wrong.
How is that even possible?
Well, it happened to me.
I'm going to see your teachers.
You don't seem to be doing much work.
You'll get nowhere if you keep it up.
I'm saying it for your own good.
Get me an appointment
with your science teacher,
any morning before 11.
That's not possible.
You can't see her.
How is it not possible?
She doesn't see parents.
That's a new one on me!
Since when don't teachers
meet with parents?
The natural sciences teacher
doesn't see parents.
May I know why?
She's paralyzed.
Paralyzed?
Yes, she had polio. She can't walk.
How does she get to school?
On her hands?
She's carried.
A nurse comes with her.
She arrives just before school starts
and leaves straight after.
Didn't I tell you
one of our teachers was disabled?
I thought I did.
Listen, next month
I want to see better grades, right?
Yes, Mum.
When will you get your maths results?
Wednesday.
I hope you made an effort for once.
Tonight I'll be the prettiest girl
at the dance
Tonight I'll be the prettiest girl
at the dance
Tonight I'll be the prettiest girl
at the dance
Sit down!
The entire class gets nought out of 20
in the maths exam,
no school prizes,
no marks for conduct
and a letter to your parents saying:
"Your daughter cheated
in her maths exam."
Your teacher can pass on the names
of anyone she doesn't wish to punish.
Martine Dubreuil, you'll appear
before the disciplinary committee.
Be quiet.
Quiet!
If you keep it up,
I'll call the deputy head.
Tell me, Perrine,
what's this your mother tells me
about your French teacher?
No, it's my history teacher.
She's involved in politics.
I'll go and see the deputy head
if it carries on.
Lots of history teachers are Communists.
In my school they were all Communists.
Stphane!
Let me know if that happens again.
I won't tolerate it.
Politics are forbidden in schools.
Stphane, have some soup.
I'll get it, Solange.
It's probably about Anne.
Hello?
Yes, Mrs Jacquet speaking.
You found Anne's note?
Really? I'll tell her.
She'll be pleased.
It's about your keys.
Your mother found them.
Scatterbrain!
Hello?
No! It's no bother.
Perrine ran into her.
She didn't know where to go.
We said she could stay over.
I was sure you'd get home eventually.
No, it's no trouble at all.
Really.
We've just started dinner.
She can leave before dessert.
That will teach her.
Here she is.
Anne, darling,
come and speak to your mother.
- You got stockings?
- No, tights.
They're easier to put on
and they last longer.
- Hurry up.
- Quick.
No running in the corridors!
I forgot my gym kit.
How did it go?
She hasn't been in yet.
She's next, after a senior.
They won't expel you.
If they do, we'll be all go in and...
Martine Dubreuil.
Poor thing.
I don't envy her.
What happened?
It was the maths teacher
who got told off.
They said she wasn't in control
of her class.
I got eight hours' detention,
two hours every Saturday for a month.
Ice creams on me at Luce's?
- Across the street is cheaper and nicer.
- All right.
You got off lightly.
What shall we have?
I wish we'd gone to Luce's.
There's no ice cream here.
I'll have a hot chocolate.
And for me a peppermint soda.
Girls?
- Peppermint soda.
- In this weather?
- Sure.
- Me too.
- Make that three.
- With ice?
- Three peppermint sodas.
- With straws, please.
This is Patrick.
Hello.
Petitbon burst into tears?
Wow! I'd love to have seen that.
What are you doing here?
And you?
You can't be here!
Are you out of your mind?
Go home immediately.
Since when did you start
hanging out in cafs?
Wearing stockings!
Putting on airs!
Mum will not be pleased.
You won't tell her?
You'd better go straight home.
You go to cafs after class,
you wear fights behind my back,
you get nought for your essay,
you're excluded from the prize list.
Listen to me, Anne,
if you keep this up in the second term,
it's boarding school for you.
Do you understand?
Show me your exit pass.
Your pass, please.
That's three times you've done this.
Don't take me for a fool.
Next time I'll report you.
OK, you can go.
Anne!
Hello.
- What is it?
- How come you're here?
- Is your sister out yet?
- No.
I'm taking you out to lunch.
How did you know
we got out early on Saturdays?
There she is.
Frdrique!
Dad. How come you're here?
I'm taking you out to lunch.
- Where do you want to go?
- Wherever you like.
Does Mum know?
Yes, she knows.
Come on, let's go and eat.
I'm not very hungry.
Then eat to make me happy.
I've driven 500 kilometres.
You have to eat.
Eat up before it gets cold.
Can we go skiing?
Maybe. We'll see.
Eat!
I really want to go. I want to ski.
Can we rent skis?
Are the lunches OK at your school?
- Well?
- Yes, fine.
I really want to go to Alpe d'Huez.
Can we go there?
We'll see.
Eat while it's still hot.
To Alpe d'Huez?
OK, we'll go there.
I'm going to tell you a funny story.
This guy is walking in the desert.
He walks and walks and walks
until finally he meets a caravan.
And he says to the guy leading it,
"How far is it to the sea?"
And the guy leading the caravan says:
"You're not even close.
The sea is 1,400 kilometers away!"
So the guy looks
at the guy leading the caravan
and he says: "Wow! Nice beach!"
I didn't get it.
Eat!
What are you doing up there?
Come down here at once.
You're not allowed to climb on the walls.
You know that.
Don't write too big.
It will take up too much space.
How long will it stay on for?
A fortnight.
Three people in our hotel broke a leg.
They were good skiers too.
It can happen to anyone.
A Resnais film.
The title is a girl's name, six letters.
- Muriel.
- What?
Not you.
- Then what?
- Haven't you seen it?
Muriel, the movie.
It's a film by Resnais.
Have you seen it?
What about The Great Escape?
It's rubbish.
It was a great movie.
You haven't seen it.
Of course I have.
When did you see it?
Leave me alone, Anne.
You're a pest.
Go and play with your own friends.
I really like Steve McQueen.
- What are you doing?
- Leaving a note for Mum.
I said we were at Perrine's.
Why did you say you'd seen it?
THE GREAT ESCAPE
Two for the stalls, please.
Thanks.
Look, Cliff Richard.
Let's come back next week.
You must be joking.
Crazy girl.
At last! Mum!
I've got it! My first period!
Darling!
It's a tradition.
All the girls get slapped.
Now you'll have rosy cheeks for life.
Don't cry.
You're a big girl now, bubele.
Either you take her with you,
or you're not going.
She'll be bored.
She can't dance. She's too young.
Everyone there will be my age.
She doesn't even want to come.
Yes, I do.
I heard there were lots of pigeons
in England. Is that true?
Not really.
I'd like to go one day.
My favorite is Shadow Boogie.
Jimmy Cliff plays with them.
I like the guy with glasses.
Jimmy Cliff is better.
Don't you know him?
Look at her shoes.
They don't match her dress.
I think dark blue and red
go quite well together.
Not that red!
What is there to drink?
Here they are.
Hello.
Hi.
Are you on your own?
I came with my sister.
What's your name?
Anne. And yours?
Xavier.
Are you from around here?
No. Muriel invited us.
She's in my sister's class.
I came with my cousin.
Do you want a drink?
I wouldn't mind.
And get some biscuits.
- Shall we dance?
- OK.
Having fun?
Xavier's taking me to the station.
It's seven and Mum said
to be back by six.
Mum won't be home tonight.
You never know.
I'm leaving anyway.
I just missed one.
Do you like living in the suburbs?
Tonight I wish I lived in Paris.
Yes?
What do you want?
I want to apologize.
Don't bother.
I swear I didn't realize
it was so late.
Please, Mum, I'm sorry.
You're always sorry.
It's the last time.
I promise you.
I'll never do it again.
I've heard that before.
You and your promises.
Stop crying. It won't help.
Come here.
I'm not at all pleased with you.
When I say six, I don't mean ten.
That's for starters.
Then there's school.
I don't want you
getting involved in politics.
Your grades are awful.
You'll fail your exams.
I know what's causing it all.
It's because of Marc.
I found some letters in your room.
You're too young
to get letters like that.
"I want to caress you,
kiss you, hold you tight."
Is that the sort of letter
a girl of 15 should get?
You've gone off the rails.
I'm saying it for your own good.
I don't know.
It's up to you, but if I were you,
I'd tear them up.
Will you do that?
First loves are always passionate.
But that's not true love.
I know from experience.
You may change your mind about him.
Maybe you don't really love him.
It happened to me loads of times.
I was your age once.
I'm miserable
but you have every reason
to be happy, you crazy girl.
You're pretty,
you're 15,
you have your whole life ahead of you.
Can I see him at Easter?
We'll discuss that another time.
Go to bed now.
You have to be up early.
You pathetic brat!
Anne, go to bed.
We were talking about the
National Convention.
Its headquarters was in the Tuileries,
and it had 749 members.
Its actions were
prepared by committees,
like today's
parliamentary commissions.
Which political parties
made up the National Convention?
You don't seem very interested
in what I'm saying.
I feel as if I'm talking to myself.
Let's tackle the
subject differently.
History and politics
go hand in hand, right?
Aren't you interested in politics?
I am. They should teach it in school.
Civics courses should include politics.
School's tough enough as it is!
If I dare to give my opinion at home,
my dad just laughs at me.
He's right, mind you.
I haven't got a clue.
Politics concerns us.
For example, the atom bomb,
that's an issue we're interested in.
One day you'll have a vote.
What will determine how you vote?
I'll vote like my husband.
My mum votes like my clad.
What if you don't get married?
She'll vote like her clad!
I'll vote for Johnny Hallyday
or Eddy Mitchell.
And I'd vote for Chouchou!
Unbelievable!
What is it, Pascale?
Nothing.
What about Charonne?
Yes, Charonne Metro station.
Who can tell us about it?
No one?
Last year on 8 February.
Don't you remember?
Oh, yes.
I was sick in February.
Pascale, can you tell us what happened?
It was during the OAS attacks in Paris.
There was a demonstration
against the bombings.
We lived on Boulevard Voltaire then.
That's how I saw the whole thing.
There was a huge crowd.
I was on the balcony with my dad.
We were chanting slogans
with the demonstrators.
When it broke up, the cops charged.
They went berserk.
They lashed out at everyone.
Dad shut the window
but we could still hear
people screaming.
Later, when everyone had gone,
the street was littered with shoes,
hundreds of shoes,
on the pavements,
in the gutter.
People were picking them up.
The next day we heard
people had tried to hide in the Metro
but got trapped
when the gates were closed.
The cops threw tree grates at them,
benches, anything they could
lay their hands on.
Afterwards
seven people were found dead.
I went with my dad to their funeral.
We were at Place de la Rpublique,
standing behind the picture
of Daniel Fry,
a 15-year-old pupil who was killed.
He'd been put in a white coffin,
on a cart covered with white flowers.
He was just a child.
There were flowers everywhere,
wreaths and bouquets.
The scent was overpowering.
We marched to Pre Lachaise cemetery.
It was raining.
At noon a storm broke.
But we ignored the rain
and carried on marching.
The silence was deafening.
People were crying.
All those people
who didn't know each other
but who were heading somewhere,
towards a cemetery.
- May I use the phone?
- Go ahead.
- And a brandy, please.
- Coming right up.
Ccile, it's me.
I've just been to the doctor.
No, I'm in a caf.
He says it's psoriasis.
Psoriasis.
It's some kind of fungus.
He says it's incurable.
I'll have it all my life.
Thanks.
No!
No, it won't clear up.
Listen...
I'm at my wit's end.
I'm exhausted.
I'm nearby. I'll head home.
I can't talk here.
I'll call you from home.
Don't worry. I'll be fine.
Talk to you later.
Thanks. Bye.
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, Mum,
Hey, Frdrique!
- I'm going away with Marc for Easter.
- No way!
Yes, Mum's agreed.
For ten days! We're going camping.
He's got a tent.
- Isn't it great?
- Hurry up!
Coming! Bye.
Hurry up, girls.
- Hungry?
- Not really.
That figures.
You're never hungry.
What can I get
you two love birds today?
You need to keep your strength up.
I'll be right back.
It's for you.
No, for the young lady.
Hello?
It's Anne. Somethings happened.
Muriel's disappeared
Disappeared?
Perrine called to say
the police had telephoned
She had to go down the station
with her parents.
They called here foo.
I said you and Mum were away.
There, nice and fresh.
I'll come back to Paris.
Don't tell Mum.
Mum's away, in Deauville.
See you later.
Should we go and see her father?
I haven't dared so far.
And Patrick?
No one knows where he lives.
Do you know his surname?
No.
Stay with us until Saturday.
Your parents won't mind.
Call them.
Yes, I'd like that.
What did you tell him?
That Mum had had an accident.
He'll find out you were lying.
Why not tell him the truth?
Who cares?
Anyway, he bugs me. It's over.
What do you mean, over?
I don't love him anymore.
He bugs me. That's all.
That's impossible.
What did he do to you?
Nothing at all.
He just bugs me.
And he's got a Vespa. I hate them.
And he carries a purse.
Can you imagine? A boy with a purse!
This can't be happening.
What's the matter, you crazy girl?
Stop crying-
Stop it!
I know how to make you laugh.
- Come on, laugh.
- Stop it.
Why are you crying?
What's got into you?
You'll make the tub overflow.
Stop it!
Well? What are you going to do?
Do you smoke now?
Anne, you're too young.
Leave us alone.
We've got things to discuss.
Hello?
Perrine.
Hey, Perrine.
Wake up.
It's serious.
What is it?
Someone just phoned.
There's a message
at the school gate.
What are you talking about?
There's a message at the school gate.
Someone phoned.
It must be about Muriel.
What are you talking about?
Didn't you hear the phone?
You must have dreamt it.
I just hung up.
What does it mean?
I went to buy croissants.
What's the matter?
- Nothing. Make us some coffee.
- OK.
What do we do?
Let's go and see her father.
Good idea.
I'll go and get the message.
ls the school gate on Rue de Douai?
No, it's actually on the boulevard.
Aren't you going to phone the police?
No.
I'll get the note first.
I'd rather go alone.
I'm hoping she'll be there.
Can we stay here?
In case someone calls.
Thanks for the offer
but you'd better get home.
That phone call was weird.
Don't you find it weird?
Try not to worry.
I'm sure she just ran away.
Well?
What do you mean?
Did you go to the school gate?
Muriel's father went.
You're kidding?
I made that call.
Didn't you recognize my voice?
I assumed you had
and you were just playing along.
You're out of your mind.
You're crazy.
Why the hell did you do that?
Why?
You stupid brat!
You drive me mad.
I'll never forgive you.
I don't know why she did it.
How did the police react?
They didn't take it very seriously.
They're used to crank calls.
I'll never forgive her.
Of course you will.
She's young.
She didn't realize.
But why did she do it?
I don't understand.
Precisely because she's young.
She felt left out.
It was her way
of asserting herself.
Do you understand?
- Do you still think Muriel ran away?
- Yes, it's looking more and more likely.
Actually, I'm not sure.
I've been clinging onto the idea
for five days.
I've got to cling onto something.
I hope she's far away,
in the sun, happy.
Happier than here.
It's so unfair.
- You're such a...
- Such a what?
Such a nothing.
A lonely man.
It's late. You should be getting home.
Hurry home, Frdrique.
Hurry up, girls.
Quick! Hurry up!
Quick, before we get told off.
Miss Weber, don't you know
badges are forbidden here?
What's this?
Collecting money in school?
You're in trouble now, big trouble.
Pick those up and make it snappy.
Hurry up. Follow me.
What are you waiting for?
I told you it would clear up.
You were worried for nothing.
That doctor was an idiot.
Has it all cleared up?
There's just one patch left on my back.
What an ordeal!
Lucky I saw another doctor.
I could have had it for life.
You always worry too much.
The girls are next door.
- I'm going to bed.
- OK, darling.
Hey, Frdrique.
Your sister says
you've joined a committee
to fight fascism?
What of it?
I've told you, I don't like it.
What don't you like?
The fascists or the others?
You know what I think about politics.
You're too young to get involved
in such things.
What if I was called
a dirty Jew at school?
Someone called you a dirty Jew?
No, but it could happen.
If it happens,
I'll go and see the deputy head.
Great idea!
The deputy head is anti-Semitic.
Didn't you know?
What do we do?
Carry on. They won't move.
Oh, yeah? Look at them.
Bastard!
Is that clear?
I don't like commies, or Jews!
That's enough!
No politics in this school!
Especially the girls.
Now, get a move on
or I'll call the police.
Maybe she's broken her leg.
I hope she turns up.
I'm sure she will.
Don't you see?
She was with those idiot fascists!
I want no part in it.
She said a fight broke out
in the German class. It's so stupid.
You have to make a choice.
Put it over there.
There's a network in this school,
a political network, that is,
which, I regret to say, is encouraged
by some of the teachers.
The school will not tolerate
being infiltrated by politics.
Frdrique Weber raises money
within the school walls.
She wears a badge.
I know she's your daughter,
but I can't let that sway me.
But she is a good student,
which is why she's only being
suspended for three days,
as a warning.
That's very kind of you.
Go!
Breathe!
Be limber.
What a bunch of wet rags!
Not like that.
Go on!
Not kidnapped for money,
I mean the white slave trade.
What's the white slave trade?
They kidnap girls in shops
and send them to Arab countries.
Why is it the white slave trade?
No one kidnaps black girls,
only white girls.
- What do they do with them?
- Turn them into dancers.
Slaves, you mean.
They take them to Africa.
Do you think Muriel was taken
for the white slave trade?
It's possible.
Apparently girls are given a shot
in the changing room.
A trap door opens, they fall into a sewer
and a boat takes them to Africa.
Who told you that?
It's common knowledge.
Ready?
Go!
Never mind.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight...
- Miss.
- Shut up.
- 11,12,13...
- Miss!
- Can we play ball?
- Go ahead.
- 17, 18, 19, 20, 21...
- But Miss...
- What are you doing?
- Miss!
Get lost.
Go away.
Go away.
I told you to get lost.
Aren't you ashamed?
You lechers!
I told you to go away.
Go on, get lost.
Pigs!
You're disgusting.
48... 49...
Hello.
Hello. Magdalena Clothing, isn't it?
- Yes.
- You've brought your family?
Today it's not for my shop.
I need clothes for my daughters.
I don't do retail.
Can't you make an exception,
just this once?
What do they want?
Don't worry,
they know their own minds.
- Can they try a few things on?
- I don't have a changing room.
You need a license for that.
There must be a corner
where they can try on a dress.
All right, over there.
Go on.
How's business?
Fine. Mustn't grumble.
It was tough this winter.
You can say that again.
It was so cold, no one went out.
True.
- How old is she?
- 13.
They've turned out well.
Do you want to try that on?
No, thanks.
There's nothing I like here.
What's going on?
Did I dream that?
I thought as much. She's stealing.
You should be ashamed!
Don't you know
what happens to thieves?
Are you her mother?
Congratulations! Good work!
She doesn't even care.
She just walks away.
It's an outrage.
Did you see that?
My daughter's a thief.
My daughter's a thief.
Don't worry. She'll get over it.
My daughter's a thief.
Shall I do it now or tomorrow?
What?
Apologize to Mum.
Tomorrow. If you do it now,
it will take forever.
Why did you steal it?
I don't know. I wasn't thinking.
Mum's got enough on her plate.
I didn't see the guy.
Pour hydrochloric acid
into your test tubes
and the solution will turn red.
Amazing.
This proves the presence of acid.
That's right.
Very good.
- That's so weird.
- That's it.
You're mad to give up your studies.
I'm not giving up my studies.
I just can't stand school anymore.
You can't imagine.
It was as if we were married.
Going back to school now...
Where did you live?
On a farm. We worked.
Hey! What are you doing out here?
You know it's off-limits.
Here comes that pain!
- Let's go in.
- No chance.
Do I have to come and get you?
You can always try.
Come on.
It's not worth the aggro.
Well, if it isn't Cazau!
Weber, get out from under those trees.
Do I have to uproot you?
- Screw you!
- What was that?
I said, screw you!
Screw and double screw you!
Screw you!
On Monday you will be tested
on today's lesson.
- Who did that?
- Vronique Gautier.
I did not!
- It was Vronique Gautier.
- She's lying, Miss.
Enough, Gautier.
You too, Dubreuil.
Shut up, all of you.
Is there a rehearsal later?
- Yes, at five.
- Thanks.
Who wrote The Learned Women?
Molire.
- Who do you play?
- Trissotin.
- Is that a boy's role?
- Yes.
I'd love to act.
I'm joining the drama group next year.
It's annoying that our year
isn't allowed to go on Saturday.
We can only go on Sunday.
I can go because my sister's in the cast.
Did you pass your end-of-year exams?
Yes. I just scraped through.
What really happened to Muriel Cazau?
I guess it wasn't
the white slave trade.
Frdrique says
there's no such thing.
Was Muriel expelled?
Yes, but that's what she wanted.
Has she given up her studies?
- She's going to Arts Dcos.
- What's that?
An art school.
She may even get married.
Maybe.
"I'll show you the man I can be
"I am your master, you'll see
"A duel in verse,
say where and when.
"We'll meet in Barbeau's,
pen to pen"
"We'll meet at Bardin's"
- "We'll meet at Barbin's"
- It's Bardin.
- Bardin.
- That's it. Not bad at all.
Pascale, wave your cane at her
at the end of the scene.
The scene needs to build more.
That's enough for today.
Learn your lines for Thursday
or we'll never get anywhere.
See you all then.
Who's going to Port-Royal?
Pod-Royal Abbey
was founded in 1204
by Mathilde de Garlande.
It was a convent for nuns
of the Cisfercian Order.
Located in the wild valley of Rhedon,
it was once called Porrois,
which was old French for brush wood.
Today we '0' say scrub/and.
It housed only a dozen nuns
and stayed out of the limelight
until the reforms
introduced in 160.9
by Abbess Anglique Arnauld...
The path leading from the farm
to just above the abbey
is known as the Way of 100 Steps.
They'll be at least an hour.
We've got ages.
It's weird that you fell out with Perrine.
You'd been friends for so long.
I know.
Remember? Only a few months ago,
you and I hated each other.
It's strange how groups
are always changing.
Some friendships don't last the year.
People change.
It's nice here.
We ought to go.
Let's do the 100 steps on our knees.
All right.
- Are you nervous?
- I'm OK.
Are your folks coming?
Yes, even my grandmother.
She wants to stay for the dance.
Let's see how you did your moustache.
Ten short taps,
then three long ones.
There.
Where are the lids?
What are you doing here?
That's some make-up job!
Dad's in the audience.
Really?
He just got here.
He didn't even say hello to Mum.
She said to pretend
we don't know Philippe.
Because of the divorce.
Why is he here?
To take pictures.
I meant Dad.
He wanted to see you.
You wrote to tell him
about the play, remember?
Go now.
I have to rehearse my lines.
Isn't that too much make-up?
Please go away.
Aren't you scared?
No. Now get lost.
Hurry, we've got a packed house.
"You, in others, yourself do see
"impudent!
Don't pin your traits on me
"You scribbler, you hack,
away from here!
"And you, keep your cheap verses
far from my ear
"Be gone,
you rhyme-snatching plagiarist!
"You rogue...
"Gentlemen!
"I must insist
"Your work has a classical ring
"From the classics you stole everything
"Go to Parnassus
and get on your knees
"You stole from Horace,
never said please
"Your book was a failure,
lest you forget
"Your publisher's ruined,
riddled with debt
"I'm renowned,
you can't soil my name
"You from others got your fame
"Which makes two of us
"I'll show you the man I can be
"I'm your master, you'll see
"A duel in verse,
say where and when
"We'll meet at Barbin's, pen to pen
"if I'm as angry as now I am
"It is because he insulted you, Madame
"By scorning the verses you love...
"Come, sir,
obey the order I've decreed
"And draw up the marriage deed"
Bravo! Bravo!
Frdrique!
- You were great.
- I'm so proud of you.
- You were fantastic.
- I smiled at you.
I noticed. It all went so well.
- Where's Dad?
- He left.
Typical. He drives 500 kilometers
and leaves without congratulating her.
Your make-up was terrific.
You were here too?
This is my mother and this is Anne.
This is Muriel's father.
- How do you do?
- May I borrow her?
- Of course.
- Thanks.
Vronique, this is Frdrique.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Muriel wouldn't come
so she sent me instead.
I wanted to thank you.
You were so helpful.
See you soon.
You were very funny in that role.
Enjoy the holidays.
BYE, mystery caller!
See you next year.
Bye.
What's the matter?
Nothing. Are you staying
for the dance?
No, but you two can stay.
You can come home together.
Tonight you're on your own.
I won't be coming home.
Have fun.
- Bye.
- Bye.
What's wrong?
Is it because Dad left?
Yeah, it's because Dad left.
- No...
- Just a drop.
I've had quite enough already.
A touch of beetroot.
Then he can't say you look pale.
- Put more on when you arrive.
- All right.
Here.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Excuse me.
- Don't forget to write.
- We won't. You too.
Have a good trip!