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I did not support your candidacy.

For my part, I believe that It is not a function for a woman.

It is a profession where you need to be careful.

Nevertheless, It was decided to give you a chance.

I was asked to find you an affection.

So here is your letter of resignation.

Prove your worth and we will see in two or three years

if we can find you something a little less extreme.

I will do my best.

Anyway, I doubt that you passed the first quarter.

Given your past, you will understand that

we will not be able to accept any gap.

So be exemplary.

I find that the Republic was very generous, miss.

It is time to pay your debt.

I finally had my affection.

With almost a month's delay.

The trip went well, but the road was long.

The winter seemed to have already pierced me behind the Autumn.

But I have lived in winter for so long.

I crossed France.

I had forgotten this country.

Here the sky is low and the earth is greasy.

Anyway, I could not stay longer in Paris.

I have too many memories.

Maybe I'm the only one running away.

Anyway, I gave myself the mission to serve our ideas.

Ignorance does so much harm.

I would have liked you to be here.

I will miss feeding.

Forever.

Louise.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me where to find air, please?

Because I owe you soup.

You can always tell me on the spot.

Turn around.

Come on.

Come, bearing over.

I'm more of an adult now.

I can reverse It.

Sorry.

Do you know where I can find Mr. the Mayor?

You are who is asking.

Yes.

It's more purple, like the color.

I'm the new teacher.

The last one who took the class is the old Miller.

A sub-officer who lost an arm on the ferry.

He died before I knew how to walk.

And no one has taken the class since?

It's not like now, It wasn't mandatory.

It's nice, but making laws doesn't make things possible.

There was the priest on Sunday after mass.

Even that, It's lost.

Just like yesterday, he was doing school here.

He died of a lung disease.

I hope you can bear the cold better, because winter here is not like Paris.

So, like this, you can read and type?

I did normal school.

Women at school, you can't prove that It's normal.

So, if you need wood, It's here.

And the tools in the workshop in front.

Otherwise... Well, behind, It's my house.

I sleep on the floor.

The mother sleeps downstairs.

She'll make you the soup while you settle down.

And my room?

I built a new building for the beasts, behind the wood.

So, you have room.

But Marguerite, stay with you.

She's the family's nanny.

Count on her, she'll warm you up.

For the salary, It's 700 francs.

Badly paid, those who teach, want to disgust them with their job.

One day, they'll end up giving you for their money.

That's to say, very little.

We didn't ask for anything.

I don't know what they told you in Paris, but...

Instituteur, It's only half a day.

So, the post comes with other jobs.

Secretary of the town hall, counterfeiter and beggar.

Counterfeiter and beggar?

It's the law.

Post-scriptum.

I'll send you photographs as soon as I can.

First, I need to settle down and meet those and those who live here.

The mayor told me that the school wasn't up to their standards.

But I hope I can convince them that I'm here for them.

Hello.

I'm the new instructor.

Hey.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Louis.

Louis Violet.

Like the color.

It's a small village. The news goes fast.

I'm Father Francis.

Since when do the missionaries of the Republic wear skirts?

Since when do the church's servants wear a hermit's beard?

Some affections are not promotions.

But there are ways to be useful everywhere.

You'll see.

The confessional is open every morning.

I don't go to church very often.

That's rare for a beggar.

So I take care of the household myself,

both for the church and for the presbytery.

For the mass, I can do It all by myself.

But for the baptisms and the communions, you'll have to make an effort.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Termidor.

That's how they call me.

I came yesterday, but you weren't there.

Tell me, is It always like this?

Because two milk, 32 days...

It's more than a prefect.

No one to help you?

I'm used to cleaning up by myself.

Is It ink running down your veins?

It's because of people like you who will equip us with bike-sips?

Bikes-sips?

They must be ridiculous.

Turn, It's for the tab.

No...

Come on, hurry up.

Do you think you can take advantage of your tour

Do you have a day off to warn about the opening of the school?

Of course.

You'll see, we're good if we don't.

Before, to calm the people,

we had to be quiet.

Now, It's the time of the Marathas, of Ireland,

when I tell you that the world is ours.

You might be invited, Joseph.

1,500 mothers were brought back to Paris

Thank you, Marc.

To celebrate the centenary of the revolution

around the lighthouse of progress of Mr.

Eiffel, in the presence of Thomas Edison and of Buffalo Bill.

There will be electricity everywhere.

It will be the day in the middle of the night.

Well, is It a meeting of the municipal council or a reading of the press?

Those who write this, they are just crazy bavards

who graze in their office while you feed them.

And what are all these modernities for?

Nothing.

They are used in the vineyard and anchored in the mushrooms.

If you don't like our land,

you should stay at home.

I came 10 km from here.

That's what I say.

To another country.

We should kill the pig and share It.

It will always be better than what you make of It.

Good night.

Is It true that the institute will open its class tomorrow?

The problem is not the school, but the forest.

Do you want to go to school?

I came to work on the wood.

Does your father know?

I told him I was going to put some wood in the forest.

And you prefer the plow to the plow?

You have a good plan.

Don't pervert It.

School is mandatory.

It's the law.

You have to apply It.

Either you send me the children

or I call the police.

For the moment, you are a stranger.

If you do that, you will become an enemy.

I hoped to be expected.

I was wrong.

I am not welcome.

The weeks pass and the children don't come.

Have I already failed?

This world is not mine.

I discover It.

It has its own rules.

Our ideas didn't come only in the countryside.

The truth is there is no school will.

The law on the work of children may have

advanced the cause of the sons of workers.

But here, nothing has changed.

The happiness of the workers is a lie.

For the little ones, It's slavery.

Our will to progress and social justice are not enough.

But I can't even be heard.

The children are here condemned to reproduce the actions of their parents.

They work from dawn to dusk.

And It's even worse for the girls.

How could they become citizens of the Republic

without being at least instructed about their country and its history?

How can they claim one day the right to vote

without having the right to instruction?

How can they build a better society

if no one wants to teach them?

What a waste.

You're here at my place.

So you eat.

To work,

you have to work hard.

Thank you.

It's not your banks that make them come.

You have to go get the little ones and gain the trust of the parents.

You think I didn't try?

No one even dares to look at me.

You're going to give up.

Without fighting.

Does It hurt your feet?

If I'm hurt, I'm the one who's hurt.

I don't see why It concerns you.

If you want something new, you have to say It.

I've never asked anyone anything.

I'm not going to start at my age.

But if I had to ask,

I would ask what makes a girl like that in a corner like ours.

I find the good God very generous.

He's like that, and we won't spend much time at home.

If you don't take the place,

It's someone else who will.

Or maybe your tricot.

And if you want her to stay,

you have to make her happy.

You have to make the little ones go to her class.

I'm not very comfortable on your floors.

The thing is never to stop rowing unless It goes down.

The mother is right.

You have to talk to her in the eyes.

I'm going to introduce you to a real official tour.

And is It long, your tour?

The peasants don't live in the village.

And It's a country of hollows and hills.

With the stops, you have to count the day.

If you stop all the time, you won't be back for the night.

I've always liked the big earth.

When I was a kid, I even wanted to be a carpentry companion.

To taste the fish soup in Marseille.

The omelette au lard in Lorraine.

The galette in Brittany.

And It tasted pretty bad.

I'm still here.

If that's what you wanted to be, why didn't you become a companion?

We tell each other our secrets.

I hope you know what you're doing

because that's what you're going to ask them to forget,

the little ones.

The ice skates,

the snowballs,

the frog fishing, the walks in the meadows, the freedom.

For now, I've mostly seen them working.

The freedom is to be able to choose the life you want.

The first farm is behind these trees.

It's that of Roger Feuillon.

A burrique, but two children for your class.

You say what you want, It's up to you to convince them.

But you're at their place, so don't refuse what they offer you.

And when they drink, you drink.

You never refuse.

I say we're not all equal.

We are all equal in law.

For the rest, I agree, everything is an inequality.

There are more reasons to try to reduce them.

But we don't have money for your schooling.

You don't deserve It.

Things have changed.

The school is free.

Free, secular, and compulsory.

That's the Republic.

All that is fine, but at the end of the story,

who is the authority? You or me?

You, of course.

So why do you want to do better than your father?

What will happen when he knows more than I do?

He'll kick me out.

He won't know more than you.

He will know other things.

And he will be rich of what you will offer him.

An instruction.

I already have trouble feeding my family,

and you want me to help my sons?

The school calendar is arranged according to the fields' work.

The fields' work is every day of the year.

And to pay the instructor,

It costs the municipality.

An instructor's work doesn't cost the state more than that of an officer.

It proves that It's useless.

I don't know how to read or write.

I don't feel bad about It.

The school prepares for change and progress.

Are you sure that your progress will be a progress?

With you, It's always better tomorrow.

Are you only able to distinguish the dog's teeth from the grey grass?

I doubt It.

No, I'm incapable of It.

But I will learn.

The worst with people like you is their silence, full of superiority.

When you give your class without ever following,

my wife and my daughter do sewing at night for the Parisian shops.

I go to Bourbon-Lopin on Sunday because the other days,

they have to work at others' houses to feed my family.

In this life, we don't have time to read.

I'm not against It.

But I propose a market.

You will have these two if you help us for the other.

Yes.

The doctor won't come because of the snow

and my wife has already lost her teeth.

You did well to come.

With all the letters I give her,

she must not have time to get bored.

You tell me, she sends even more than she receives.

To write so much, you need character.

She is not lazy.

And you, what are you?

I am a civil servant,

like the teacher.

And you, what do you think of the teacher?

She crushes too much ink, but I like her better.

And she is a modern woman.

She even does photography.

Maybe even she will make me my portrait.

Tonton!

Tonton!

It's a girl!

We will call her Kambou.

When we hold a baby like that, we love the children.

Do you have any?

Do we tell each other our secrets?

She will go to school,

but we will have to give her back.

Did you make soup?

Yes.

Thank you.

Do you really think you can make our children happier than us?

Wait until we take everything very quickly.

She is doing It to give pride to her father.

So...

She could be a teacher too.

Do you want to come to school?

Yes, madam.

I would like to learn things.

Do you want to learn things?

If you want to learn things,

class is the right place.

And me?

Reading and writing,

can you teach me too?

Or is It too late?

It's never too late.

Are you ready?

This is the first letter of the alphabet.

You draw a circle and you make a little tail.

Can you give me three words that start with the letter A?

Artichoke,

oats and birthday.

What does school say?

It asks if this is the school.

Something happened to me.

If I were a believer,

I would talk about miracles.

Hello.

Since the birth of the little Louise,

my eyes have changed.

My talent as a wise woman seems to have made me credible as a teacher.

The world is around me and I have the desire to look at It again.

To capture It.

To offer It to everyone.

I found the desire to testify.

Beauty is everywhere when you want to have It.

And especially in the eyes of children.

Their faces are inscribed one after the other in my class.

I give you a letter.

You write It on your notebook and you

give me words that start with this letter.

Button,

tweed, pie, raccoon.

June,

July,

August,

March,

September,

October, June,

July,

October, December, February,

October,

November, Again.

June, We are not late anymore, Roger.

Sorry.

We are not late at school.

Firmin, 7 times 7.

7 times 7, 49.

Flore, 5 times 5.

5 times 5, 25.

Very good.

Jeanne, 6 times 6.

6 times 6, 36.

3 times 2, 6.

3 times 3, 9.

4 times 4, 16.

I think you will be impressed.

Everyone wants to learn from you.

They were waiting for their turn.

I would like to see you see that.

We will be late for class.

School is part of the habit.

But the road is still long.

I set myself the goal of not leaving anyone on the side of the road.

In the meantime, the material that had been promised to me has arrived.

It will have taken months and I started to despair.

But I will finally have the means of my ambitions.

France is an hexagon.

It has six sides.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

And six.

Of which three give on the seas.

The Manche.

The Atlantic Ocean.

And?

Flora?

The Mediterranean.

Our main mountains are?

Lucette?

The Alps and the Pyrenees.

Bravo Lucette.

And Victor.

You have to know your geography because France is our country.

Our nation.

Now, each of you, you will give me the name of a French department.

For now, all you have to do is read,

but you will have to learn It by heart.

Roland, you start.

The Côte D'Or.

The Bar.

I don't forget.

I will never forget.

But I have the impression of being useful.

And that allows me to continue.

To accept to live.

Despite everything.

Despite memories and pain.

Despite the life that was stolen from me.

I am alive.

I don't want It, but I can't deny It.

Alive.

So much so that It serves something.

The Côte D'Or.

The Côte D'Or.

The Côte D'Or.

Who can tell me which is the highest French summit?

No, that's not the right answer.

Stop that right now!

Come on!

Go to hell!

Don't force me to look for you!

Come on, get out of here!

Rémi is not a bad guy, but...

He is marked.

Whatever he does, he fails.

I read the notary's letter.

To pay, he had to sell a part of his land.

And that...

That's a blow to you.

Start with this one.

Honorine, she says It's a curse from the good God.

Leave the good God alone.

Don't worry.

Put on a little bit of elbow oil.

We'll have another Christmas.

Wait, It's raining.

You'll see if you still laugh.

Why is It raining?

What do you know?

If It's like that, It's better not to answer.

Otherwise, I'm screwed.

Come on, let's go to work.

The mills won't go up on their own.

The instructions, I see.

My peasant children, It must be cold.

Otherwise, It's no longer peasant children.

It seems that she writes letters almost every day.

All alone in her barn.

To warm up to the mail.

It's not a way of being.

Come on, come on, come on.

Are you sure Joseph is going to want Africa C?

If we tell the story, I'll drink a bottle each time.

It looks like a coke in his basque.

Ah, madam, she knows that Mary of

Institutrice has made a comeback in addition.

He trusts Martha.

She's going to make a noise.

It even seems that Mr. Mayor is going back to school.

And then, what will It be?

French classes again?

It's my mother who was right.

Only the rich can afford to have whims.

Come on, come on.

One bottle for each.

One, two, three.

Arms like Jesus Christ.

One, two, three.

And the frog legs.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

The shore is not far.

You won't sink.

Come on, let's continue.

Thank you for him.

I'll take you if you want.

You'll see, we'll go fishing for the frog.

It's too funny over there.

Flore, come on, Flore, hurry up.

Take this bench, otherwise you'll never catch It.

Come on.

Do you want to come with us?

That's It, you found a place, Flore?

Yes.

Come on, let's continue.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

You'll get there sooner or later.

My servant's aofer racks.

alities give scalpels.

Didn't anyone give priority?

If she hadn't insisted, we wouldn't get any books or paintings.

We should have put the hentai in her pocket.

In your pocket?

Come on, Remi!

Come and have a drink!

I don't have time for that! I have work to do!

It's not about asking!

It's about making a decision!

In the meantime, we have to admit that the

teacher makes Joseph a little more generous.

Here.

But now, she's asking them to build a school.

But the minister wants to sell It to me.

And how do you know that?

Because I read her mail.

And...

She's got a good taste.

Better than the newspaper.

Shouldn't she be at school?

For the moment, we send her there every other day.

So she doesn't lose the taste of work.

I know one who's going to get yelled at.

Where were you?

I was putting up some packages.

I know very well what you're talking about.

You were with the other.

And you're lying.

You deserve me to get rid of you.

Go on, get your tools.

What is It?

A desk.

A desk?

A desk is a place of authority.

I'll do the exchange after class.

Thank you.

Don't get your hands dirty.

But we can't play ball on our hands.

You have to play with your feet.

Give me that.

Please.

In French, please.

At school, you speak in French.

With your feet?

I know It can be very funny.

I'll let you finish.

How are you?

It's nothing, It's the wear.

He's always had a taste for wood.

He even wanted to do a job.

But when his brother died, he had to take over the farm.

The mother of the little girl was a seasonal worker.

She left with a guy from the north, leaving us.

But Joseph doesn't regret It.

Because this child is his pride.

And you?

What is It that you don't tell us?

Oh, don't surprise her with me.

I've seen too many of them to be blind.

You have the talent to quote.

You're too good for us.

So if you're here, It's because something happened.

And then you wear It on your face.

You haven't had any good times.

A woman is not made to be alone.

It must have a you, a you and a man.

And you've had ones you've not had.

I'll have to go back to the classroom.

Man who escapes for good, you're not bad enough, are you?

Move on.

French bread is tasty.

Unfortunately, their down-to-earth policy

is to calm the factory workers down.

At this rate, we will soon sell wheat to the grain.

It's 18 francs per hectolitre.

At 16, It's a bankruptcy.

It'll cause inflation.

They're American. They produce too much. We'D have to pay them.

I'D like to do some politics.

You can't write a letter to our deputy.

He has to act if he wants to be re-elected.

Soon you'll write It yourself.

And maybe one day I'll be the deputy.

Why not? I'm the biggest owner in the region.

That's what the school is for, Joseph. To create ambition.

You gave me ambition.

Next year I'll buy a mechanical mower for the fish.

I could even read how It works.

You were right.

With progress, there will be no more peasants.

Only farmers.

And the farmer, he has to know how to read.

But to be a deputy, you shouldn't make mistakes.

The two of us could do some good work.

Don't you want to sleep in a real bed?

You have to tell them a book like yours.

There are worse ones.

I have respect for you.

If you want, I'll marry you.

Everything will be up to you.

You could continue to do the class if that's what you want.

Pay things to your students.

And for what?

I can wait. I'm not in a hurry.

But if you think about It, you'll see It makes sense.

I've called an exceptional municipal council.

You're the mayor's secretary. You should be there.

Too much red.

Not too much white.

That's the Republic.

I like this word, Republic.

It's a word that makes a little noise in the mouth.

Yes, It tickles.

A voice that makes you thirsty.

A Joseph.

Because today is not a day like the others.

It's a day that counts.

It's a day of celebration.

Are you doing something?

Go ahead, give It to me.

We're not waiting for Rémy.

I said he wouldn't come.

The secretary of the mayor would have been kind enough to read aloud

the decision of the council.

After recalling that the money received from the French state

to build an official building had to be spent in the current year,

the municipal council decided to favor

the future of the village and its children

by unanimously voting for the allocation

of its funds to the construction...

of a schoolhouse.

And It will be the most beautiful in the department.

And the town hall?

The town hall is the mayor's.

And since we don't have any money to hire,

we're going to build our own school.

But be careful.

We want certificates of education, and even bachelor's degrees.

Come on.

To the schoolhouse!

To the schoolhouse!

I see a new world under my eyes.

In Paris, I didn't think about It.

I didn't even know I would stay for three months.

Not only am I still here,

but the class seems to have become a priority for everyone.

Unanimously, they preferred the school to the town hall.

In truth, I am the first surprise.

I don't have the pretension to believe that this new year is due to my work.

Maybe the call for instruction is stronger than I thought.

I was wrong about these people.

I just saw my selfishness and my own values.

But It is also a world of solidarity.

The effect of our Proudhon's blood is proven here every day.

The effort of 10 men together for an hour

will be always more productive than an effort of a man for 10 hours.

And It's wonderful to see.

The school has become a project for all of us.

The school has become a project for all of us.

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dorénavant photographier, la beauté de la fraternité, je vis UN moment privilégié, UN moment de partage et D'harmonie, nous construisons UN monde meilleur par le simple fait de Notre volonté commune.

Avec le télégraphe, le message que tu écris, il le reçoit au moment où tu l'envoies, écoute-moi, écoute-moi, parce que ça fait UN petit bruit comme ça, il ne

faut pas croire tout ce que tu dis dans tes journaux, c'est pas dans le journal que je l'AI lu, c'est Fernand qui me l'a dit, c'est dans son livre D'école.

Tiens! Faut que tu dises à ton désiré D'arrêter de tourner autour

de ma Jeanne, sinon je vais finir pour lui mettre UN coup de fusil!

Oh, calme-toi, c'est de l'orage, puis boire UN coup c'est du tien.

Je veux que Jeanne se réserve.

Ton fils l'aurait prévenu.

Il n'approche plus!

T'as dit ce que t'avais à dire?

Alors arrête de gueuler.

Allez les gars, c'est dimanche, pas de prise de Nez et pas de courrier.

C'est le jour du seigneur, du bonheur et du facteur.

Et pour le toit, qu'est-ce qu'on fait?

Des tuiles ou du chaume?

En tout cas, je crois que ça va lui plaire.

Ah non, ça lui plaît. Elle dit même qu'on est déjà au bien.

Parce qu'en plus Elle parle de nous.

Tu lis ses lettres, tu peux bien nous dire.

C'est pas parce que je les lis qu'il faut que je raconte tout.

Le courrier, c'est sacré.

C'est à qui qu'Elle écrit?

Arrêtez ça tout de suite!

Fermez UN fermant!

Bon, laissez ça là, je finirai toute seule.

Partez devant, je vous rejoins.

Allez, viens. Viens!

Tu vas venir en classe?

Non.

I don't know what I want, It's traveling.

It doesn't stop the other, on the contrary.

Do you like trains?

One day I will take the train.

I will take the Tour de France, I will be a companion.

Do you know what this one is called?

The Tour de France by two children.

If you learn It... Me and him, I will be alone.

What do you have there?

A pencil case.

Did you make It?

Yes.

Is It for me?

No.

You are really good.

Here.

Take them if you want.

There are drawings and photographs.

I will lend them to you.

You will tell me what you think.

Then I will leave you a place next to Flore at the new school.

You can at least try.

All journeys do not necessarily go through the classroom.

It may not be his way.

Go home.

Why are you telling him that?

He must go to school.

Let him learn to read,

to write, to think.

Because he did not think until you arrived.

We did not say that I would join you there.

By being sure that you are right,

you forget that there are other ways.

We did not wait for you to learn to think.

We have lives, cultures.

They are ours.

That you want to change them, It is your choice.

But do not pretend not to know.

Because you know It very well.

What does he take from you?

When they will learn to read and write,

the children will leave their field.

They will become civil servants.

With heavy shirts, striped sleeves,

good citizens who turn the machine.

And one day they will die in the battlefield to save your republic.

So you may call It thinking, but not me.

I gave you the roof and the school.

Really or not?

Is It true that you are a shareholder?

Who told you that?

Permidor.

He says you were like a sheep.

That you always write to these guys.

And that you even went to the bathhouse.

He reads my mail.

It's you.

The land here is not shared.

It belongs to the peasants.

If It was to put these ideas in the heads

of children, you should not have come.

What I teach and what I believe, It has nothing to do with It.

That's just words.

You were a friend.

I only have one word.

The school, you have It.

Your first steps through, with the little ones,

you are sent back.

Do you hear me?

And in the meantime,

the class will remain like this.

We will take care of you later.

She was chatting with him at the fountain.

It seems that she is to share everything.

The potatoes and the men.

I told you that It was fricking.

She is beautiful, the public instruction.

It plays the sweet,

but It is ready to welcome all the open huts.

We may be wrong to confine him to the little ones.

It may not be too late to withdraw them.

So, like that, I left?

Do not worry.

Desiree will take care of her.

It's good that they left together.

It may even be better.

You know, here, there are things that are better not to see.

For sure.

Foreigners must always be wary.

If they are here,

It is because they were not at home.

It is good to arrive.

You must know how to leave again.

Especially when we have betrayed the trust of the good people.

And It is useless to rub.

There are tasks that do not leave.

The tasks are on your eyes.

But you hear?

Girls like you, I have seen them everywhere.

They lick everything you look at.

It comes to fuck here,

It would give lessons.

Correct my daughter, you'll see.

He goes to school.

He learns to read, to write.

And he becomes a biologist.

For years, every evening, he works in the light of a candle.

And one day, he invents a vaccine

that will save lives.

It may be you, Victor, the next Louis Pasteur.

Everything is possible.

Fernand may be an explorer.

A train driver.

Mathilde, a journalist.

Firmin, a lawyer.

Lucette, a tragedian.

Roger, a veterinarian or a minister.

I want to be a peasant.

But you will do what you want.

The important thing is to have the choice.

That's why you are here.

To be able to claim to these lives, to your lives.

I look at you and I see the great men of tomorrow.

And women will also change things.

There will be those who will write poems.

Who will invent medicines.

Who will discover planets.

Who will save lives.

Louis Pasteur was the son of a peasant like all of you.

He came from the people.

He gave to the people.

He should be an example for all of us.

Can someone give me the name of the disease that his vaccine has cured?

Rage.

Bravo, Victor. Rage.

Madam.

Is It true that you were in prison?

It's true.

Hello.

Hello, my father.

How is my beautiful back?

Now that we are neighbors, I hope to see you a little more.

At least you have air.

A stag.

The word that comes from above is always better heard.

The stag of the teacher and the chair of the priest.

No cross?

There will be a cross in my class

when there will be a map of France in your church.

Do you know that some priests refuse the sacraments

to families who send their children to the school of the republic?

I don't want to be one of them.

If you tell me what brings you here...

I'm worried.

Your youthful mistakes have become the subject of all discussions.

I haven't done anything that I regret, and my past only looks at me.

Who has sinned, will sin.

Do you feel the dictates? You can't stop the rumors.

And those who watch over our children must have an exemplary conduct.

Father, believe my experience.

Morality is also transmitted by example.

To live in a stable is not enough to be Jesus Christ.

You are in my class, my father.

Here It is me who gives the lesson.

So spare me your sermons.

I spent ten years in prison. I paid my debt.

I owe nothing to anyone and I am free.

As a woman, you can claim It. And again.

But as a teacher, certainly not.

And contrary to what you seem to think...

...we always teach only what we believe.

If I understand correctly, the mayor went to confess.

It remains to define what you believe in.

The commune of Paris was very bloody.

We just wanted to defend our houses and give

bread back to those who starved to death.

What do you want? A confession?

To deserve It.

We are not going to prison without reason.

We are going to prison.

I saw women being beaten on Cannon fodder.

Girls raped by representatives of the police.

Men massacred just because they wanted to continue to hope.

So yes, I was tempted by violence.

Because I found this world unfair.

In prison, It was the children of the village who saved my life.

I wanted to die.

But they were waiting for me every morning to read them stories.

There was so much curiosity in their eyes.

So much desire.

It is my students who keep me alive.

You should calm the spirits and give signs of good will.

Do you want me to go to mass?

Mass? No.

But the church, yes.

You can't stop people from telling stories.

Staying alone is not the solution.

Joseph only wants good for you.

Lamarque!

And if he falls into his barn?

So, Gabriel, do you have any news?

Yes, she gave birth this morning.

Ah, that's good.

We are waiting for a death.

But life, she... She has already found her way?

Yes, but not in any way.

Thank you, Fleur.

The old woman could not bear to have a blood-thirsty woman at her house.

It made her heart hurt.

She must get rid of It.

So I could give news.

She has nothing to do with It.

And know if It's okay.

We will arrange It your way.

I know It will be good.

Oh, don't worry, Léonie.

Your Jeanne, she will get rid of her letters.

Because our teacher has written very well.

What?

And above all, I would like you to stop reading my letters.

I want to say goodbye to Marthe.

I see you.

Goodbye.

Mission하겠습니다 A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

I'm not hurting you.

What do you want me to do?

Put away that knife.

It tastes like wood.

It must taste like earth.

It feeds It.

I told you It was worse!

You're in luck with the teacher.

Both of you stole the children of the others.

Stop It, you don't see It's not the day.

Rémi, please, It's neither time nor place.

Don't worry about It, father.

I'm sure It's her fault if I leave.

She's the one who put It in my head.

Don't get angry, Rémi. Your daughter will come back.

What she wanted was a chance to be with them.

A chance to go to Paris?

What's the difference?

She will sell herself to someone else.

She's not my daughter anymore.

And Jules won't go to your school.

It's not worth giving him books.

Do you hear me?

And you have nothing to do at home.

Here, you're with the others.

So you're not at home.

Don't leave our children to him.

You should set fire to his fucking school.

He doesn't want any harm.

He just drank a little because of Jeanne.

Do you really think you're credible when there's

a girl under your roof who doesn't even want you?

Fuck off.

Didn't you tell the teacher

that you had paid our debts for us to vote for your school?

That's enough, Rémi. Go home.

That's not even enough to put her in your bed.

He's a nice man.

Calm down, Rémi.

Calm down.

That's the reason you're in this room.

It's... It's the sadness that's talking.

It's not you.

Come on.

Go back to your valley.

Tell me, Vincent.

Let's prepare dinner.

My daughter and I will need someone at home.

I still want you, despite everything.

But you have to decide.

Do you want the truth?

The truth is that I've been dead for a long time.

My life stopped when they took everything from me.

My husband and I were on the barricades.

They were taking pictures

so that these men and women wouldn't be forgotten.

There was so much courage, joy, fervor.

They wanted to immortalize the beauty of the faces of the people of Paris.

So they cheated on us.

And they set fire to my home.

With my husband and my children in It.

I still hear the cry of my children and the laughter

of the soldiers that prevent me from going to Brazil.

The truth is that I would have wanted to kill them all.

But there were too many of them.

With time, hatred and tears don't let you cry anymore.

They steal everything from you.

To your memories.

The memory of the body of the other.

His hands on your skin.

Even the faces of my own children are gone.

I have nothing left.

I'm sorry.

The hail.

Who is God confessing to?

I've been listening to confessions for over 30 years.

I've heard enough of horror for you.

I've heard enough of doubt.

Often of men.

And even sometimes of God.

It often happens to me to reach my limits.

I don't know what to think.

Or believe.

Do you think you can take care of the class in your church

as long as he sends you to another teacher?

He's crying that with the hail he had lost all his harvest.

That his son has everything he had.

And that he wouldn't let you steal from him.

After all, he might have been rich.

These are the words of a wretched man.

I'm the one who's wretched, and you're my mother.

Rémi is not the bad guy.

A man who has nothing left.

Nothing left to lose.

I need to talk to you.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to review my department.

Go make us something to eat.

I still have to do my divisions.

What you have to do is what I told you to do.

Go get a bucket to get us some milk.

Well, maybe I'll go.

That's It.

Go tell them that Joseph is still a teacher.

I'll be at his place.

Do you think you can buy me?

I don't buy anything or anyone.

I made you a proposal.

A good proposal.

It's up to you if you accept It or not.

Are you giving us up?

It's my resignation letter.

If the inhabitants of Breson don't trust me

anymore, then I have nothing left to do here.

There are other children, other villages.

I'll go where you want to learn.

I'D rather you stay.

Everything has been wrong since the beginning.

They don't want to go to school.

You bought their vote.

You lied to us.

I never lied to you.

I didn't tell you my life.

It's not the same thing.

So why do you always write to the others?

Because they are in prison.

Several of my friends have chosen to take up

arms again and they have closed them again.

I made another choice, but I don't forget them.

I also think that the land should belong to everyone

and that everyone should be able to eat to their fill.

But I chose the blackboard rather than the bombs.

And I will never give my ideas to the children.

On the other hand, my body, It belongs only to me.

What's going on?

Get out of here!

Get out of here, you sons of bitches!

Get out of here!

La Fosse is a bad habit.

It cuts too short.

It leaves nothing in the window.

La Fosse is going to redistribute It to the poor.

Look.

It seems that she gave up and is leaving.

The police officers must pick up Rémy before the end of the day.

She must not want to meet them.

No.

But she refused Joseph with all her money, and that's not a big deal.

We can think what we want, but we have to know that she doesn't lack guts.

Well, where is she going?

Isn't that the way to Paris?

Jules?

Jules?

Is anyone there?

Jules?

Jules?

Jules?

What are you doing here?

Haven't you done enough harm like that?

I'D like to talk to your son.

He's not here.

Now get the hell out of here.

Get the hell out of here, I tell you!

What are you doing?

If you think she's the one I'm killing...

Don't do that.

If Joseph is right, and I have bad blood, I'm good at nothing.

Even if I can't do It.

Think about Jules.

He needs you.

He left too.

If you see him again, you'll have to teach him not to be like his father.

Don't move!

You're not going to shoot.

You're not an assassin.

No!

I want It to stop.

I don't know what to do.

I'm gonna kill myself.

I'll chop you up.

Don't say that.

I'm here.

I didn't tell you what to do at your school.

I know.

You told me.

I'm not in your school.

No, don't sound like that.

Until the police pick them up, don't move.

I don't know what to do.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A man who fights alone against the rain, the snow and the hail.

A man who bleeds at the age of 80 for his family.

A man who feeds the others.

A brave man.

You don't want to be like that.

If you leave, you have to leave for good reasons.

There are two types of resistance.

The one you meet.

And the one you make all alone.

They are the most dangerous.

They are the most dangerous.

And there is one thing you will never forget.

You think you work in wood, but you are the one who works.

It's up to you which wood you choose to be.

Straight or crooked.

There is something I need to tell you.

This guy can't prove anything.

Maybe he left It the other day.

I think he left It there so I can testify that you were not for nothing.

He may have been alone.

The important thing is to find him before he does another mistake.

We can't just say It's me.

He must not go to prison, he still has life ahead of him.

No one will put me in prison.

Joseph is asking for a meeting of the municipal council at his place.

What do you want me to do?

It's about your son Rémi.

He's over there, at Joseph's place.

No, It's the wine merchant. He's coming late.

You know how we serve, you cost and then you re-cost.

Shut up, you stink of disgust.

You haven't left yet?

Not yet.

He's on the floor to clean up the mess.

He's waiting for you.

He's got the right to do It.

He's the son of his father.

And you?

Don't you have anything to say to the teacher?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come and see what you want.

I'm sure It was an accident.

Where are you going?

I'm going to look for some wood.

There are plenty of them in your division.

Bring this one with you.

It's the old man who prefers books to matches.

Here you go.

Why did he set your school on fire?

Maybe It wasn't his school that set It on fire.

Maybe It was yours.

The quarrel is contagious.

Children behave like their parents.

Maybe It's because the others didn't like him.

Maybe It's why he says It's not»

It's not always easy to be misdiagnosed.

I think then that he always thought his father wanted him to do It.

He didn't do It because he loved her.

I never intended to set the school on fire.

What does that mean?

I'm going to ask for a countermeasure. Are you interested?

You have to start right away.

I always told you that you were a good man.

Come on.

There's only you and me left.

What are you going to do?

What do you mean?

Are you leaving or staying?

We're going to rebuild the school.

And more beautiful than ever.

If I stay, It's as a teacher.

And only as a teacher.

I still have the right to teach you.

I'm going to give you a book.

And in this book, there are all the words of the French language.

All of them?

All of them.

Even hippopotamus?

Even hippopotamus.

Even cherry?

Even cherry.

Even bicycle?

Yes, even bicycle.

Even rage?

Even rage.

Even coquelicot?

Even coquelicot.

Even mollusk?

Even nose?

Roger, please.

Well, you are going to distribute It.

It's a present.

This is your first book.

In any case, madam, It is nice to have watched over him sending us the books.

What did he tell you?

My father, he says he must no longer read your

letters, so at home, now, well, I read them.

You will open your book.

Each will choose a word.

And together, we will read the definition.

I have a book, and my son will be one, sir.