All language subtitles for Education Anglaise_full2

Paris, Autumn 1935...

[light organ music]

[key jangles in lock]

Alfred, Alfred, oh I missed you.

Quick, I can't wait any more.

[flustered moans and groans]

- So?

- They're up there Dumarcay,
second floor, number 29.

- I'm going up there.
- You did a good job.

- You're not going to do anything foolish?

- Don't worry, I won't. It'll be fine.

I won't need your services anymore.

- Mr Dumarcay, err..
What do I do about my fee?

- Mail me your bill, I'll take care of it.

- Damn it.

[moans and sighs]

- Maria!

Maria!

[Gunfire]

[Dumarcay groans]

[gunfire]

- Hot damn!

My money.

[soundtrack: piano music]

[distant voice]
Thank you.

Over and above the money,
stocks and bonds and sundry possessions,

Miss Carné bequeathed you
her building and shop.

I should inform you the house in question

is well a House of Ill repute,
you know what I mean?

- You mean...
- I do.

- Really?
- Unless you...

But I might add, the clientele is
quite chic, in fact the best in town

and the business... the business is,
after all, is most raunchy.

Now, will you please sign here?

There you are Monsignor,
everything is in order.

All that remains to do now
is register the will.

I shall keep you informed.

- Err, no thank you.

Red tends to remind me of the devil.

- Come in.

How terrible this whole thing is.

A real tragedy, Mr. Perron.

An outright tragedy.

Of course, Miss Dumarcay had a lover but,

let's face it, she wasn't the only one.

Oh, what with the world as it is today,

adultery is we might say,
quite a common occurrence.

All this would have turned into
the usual comedy routine

if your friend Dumarcay hadn't
been carried away.

The consequences are quite terrible.

Three dead people and an orphan.

Let's come to the clauses of the will.

Since you've been named Sylvie's tutor
at Dumarcay's request,

you're going to have to
face certain obligations.

You'll have to take care of her
rather sizeable inheritance.

You'll have to provide

for the girl's education
until she comes of age.

I hope that you will appreciate that looking after
such a large inheritance will request expert advice.

Dumarcay was jealous and violent.

But, we can't deny that he
was an extraordinary financier.

Are you following?

- Very well indeed.

But I always manage
without other's advice.

I held onto my money through
two wars and some riots.

And let's not waste our time.

You said you would enquire
about an appropriate school

where my ward would get an education.

- But I did enquire Mr. Perron,
I most certainly did.

Here, I found exactly what
you are looking for.

Can she stay there the year-round?

- Twelve months out of twelve.

- Till she's twenty-one?

- I made that the first condition.
- How soon can she start?

- Er... tomorrow if you wish.

I sent her to your house.

- To my house? What for?

Nice work. What a family.

- Mr. Perron, respect the dead.

- Why should I?

I'll sign those papers and get out,

and leave you with your dust
and noble feelings.

[doorbell rings]

I'm told my young child is here.

- Yes, she is sir.

- She's in the guest room?

- Yes, and she hasn't come out of it yet.

- What did she do the whole day?
- She cried.

- She cried?

- Yes, Sir. She cried the whole day.

[slaps bottom]

- God doesn't live in this house.

Don't bother calling him.

Don't shy back! I don't like it, huh?

Now will you stop
crying, you stupid idiot.

- I'm sorry.

- Just look at her. Eat your food!

- I'm not hungry.
- In that case, go back to your room.

Oh yes, er Henrietta,
I want you to prepare her luggage.

She'll be leaving for boarding
school tomorrow, bright and early.

- To boarding school?
- Did I hear you say something?

- No, but I'd like to ask your permission

to take along my parent's photographs.

- They're in my room.
Henrietta will give them to you.

- Come on.

[telephone rings]

- But, what are all those pillows for?

- Are you through looking
at those pictures?

- No, I, I'd like to...
- That will do!

And stop being such a prude
and asking silly questions.

- I don't know why you're SO mean with me.

- That will do!

Let's go and pack your bags.

- I say that Laval is as much
an imbecile as the others.

I detest politicians.

[pleasurable sigh]

Oh no, I don't give a
hoot about dictators.

Mussolini, Stalin and Hitler
come from the same barrel.

Bad apples, they spoil everything.
Family, friends, fortune...

[pleasurable moan]

So, what do I prescribe?

Pleasure, Dear Boy. Pleasure.

You should try it sometime,

instead of frittering your life away,
lobbying for the return of monarchy.

[pleasurable sighs]

- I put Miss Sylvie to bed.

Her bags are packed.

- That's good.

I'm not sleepy.

Get undressed.

[station clock chimes]

- Hi Vern.

- Hi Julien, what are you up to?

- I'm picking up a girl from Paris,
a new one for the school.

And what about the man
who jumped the paddy wagon?

- Hmm. Still running.

[train signals]

[steam hisses]

- Good morning sir, are you the man
with the young lady for our school?

- And you're than man who's driving us?

- Er yes, sir.
- Let's go then, if you please.

[whistle blows]

[train chugs out of station]

- How do you do, Mr. Perron.

My name is Miss Genevieve Julienne,
I am the principle.

- This is Sylvie Dumarcay, my young ward.

- Julien, show her the dormitory.

- Mmm.

- Will you follow me,

where we'll go to my office
for the usual formalities.

We tend to favour the
British methods of education.

We pride ourselves on being severe.

Young girls often have their
heads full of erroneous ideas.

They're insolent and utterly thoughtless.

Negligence, on the part of their families.

Our aim is to remould characters,
unfortunately spoiled by wealth.

You may believe me,
it's the only adequate way

of preparing them for life in this
society, once they reach their maturity.

- This happens to be my own view.

A strict education is a good thing.

Discipline is a means to achieve
adherence to noble principles.

In that case Mr. Perron,
you can be sure that our pupils

are treated exactly as
you'd like your ward to be.

[loud cries]

[loud spanking]

[sobbing]

- No!

[cries continue]

[bell rings]

- Excuse me, sir.

- Oh no, please forgive me!

No!

No!

No, please! Please, no, no!

- Let that be a lesson to you all.

Class, go on.

[cries continue]

She's wild and unruly.

But we'll tame her.
Such a bad example.

- As my notary requested,

I propose to pay the year's tuition
in full and in specie.

Four thousand Francs.

- You know that we don't allow prayers?

- I didn't, but that's all
the more to my liking.

I don't intent to have my young ward over

neither for the summer,
nor for the holidays.

The truth is, my occupation
leaves me little leisure.

- My dear sir, that would have
been out of the question.

It's one of the rules of our school.

No leaves of absence, no holidays.

All letters and packets you may send
will be opened and inspected.

It is my duty to have full control.

- Do most families readily accept
to be so separated from their daughters?

- Our students have rather exceptional
relationships with their parents.

- Yes, and that's why they
prefer not seeing them again so soon?

- I see you're a man
of great comprehension.

- And one who greatly
appreciates charm and beauty.

- We understand each other totally.

From this moment on, your ward
is subject to the rules of our school.

You've got exactly ten minutes
to tell her goodbye.

- I'll leave now, without further ado.
[knock at door]

- Come in!

- Miss Genevieve, Sophie's in the cubicle.

- Very well.

Please drive Mr. Perron to the station.

- Yes Ma'am.

[horse trotting away]

[Sophie whimpers]

[footsteps approach]

- Stand up.

[Sophie whimpers]

We don't pray here.

- But...
- No but!

Your pictures will be
returned once you leave here.

I'll take that, too.

[Sophie whimpers]

Now, undress.

Go on, hurry it up.

[Sophie sobs]

Put this on.

Take care of it.
It's the school uniform.

You're responsible for it.

Should you tear it or stain it,

or damage it in any way
whatever you shall be punished.

Quite severely punished.

- I promise to take good care of it.

- If you abide by all the rules
and pay attention, you'll be alright.

Do whatever you're asked,

and make sure you learn your lessons well.

Or...

- Ladies...

this is Sylvie Dumarcay.

Henceforth, she will be studying with us.

Sylvie, here are your books.

Go back to work.

This class isn't over yet.

[girls giggle]

[Sophie squeals]

[girls giggle]

That's enough!

- Did you hurt yourself?

- Claire, no talking during class!

- Yes ma'am.

- I'm putting a demerit next to your name.

I see you've already got one.

You know what will
happen if you get a third?

- Yes ma'am.

- Fine, now sit down and get back to work.

[knock on door]
Come in.

- That's it ma'am, the gentleman
is on the train back to Paris.

- You took your time
getting back here, Julien.

- Oh, it's because of the cops, ma'am.

They set up a road block.

A man jumped the paddy wagon.

These are really strange times.

A man was arrested for getting
the country rid of a goddam traitor.

Like any Frenchman should.

Just think of it.

Oh, it's a good thing there's
still some patriots around,

to keep France from being invaded by Jews.

[school bell rings]
It's dinner time.

[Julien reads aloud] Ten thousand philosophical
systems teach how to repress passions.

Twenty or thirsty thousand philosophies
would have you strive to satisfy them.

What we see in the theatre
and in novels is counter-morality

with a thin veneer of cosmetics
stained almost unabashedly

at the satisfaction of passions,
bringing them to the fore

stimulating them, showing them
tricks to achieve their ends.

Counter-morality is hardly ever analysed

but such an analysis will some day
be the subject of a very interesting book,

which will meet with the moral desire
for it to upset their systems of thought.

Let's take a look at the list of today's
counter-moralists whose views...

- I stopped hearing from my parents.

My father was afraid when
the National Socialists came into power.

But he wanted to stay.

He was sure that the government

would need his factory, that he'd be okay.

- Are you German or Jewish?

- I'm German but I'm Jewish,
that's my race.

[Julien continues to read aloud]
Having only one lover at a time.

- As soon as I saw my godfather,
I knew he wanted to get rid of me.

That's why I'm here.

- My guess is that most girls here
are in the same boat you are.

Her father's a priest.

The other one,
she ran away with her chauffeur.

- And you?

- Me? My father's a big banker.

He may also be my grandfather.

My mother is also his daughter.

- I don't get it.

- I thought you wouldn't get it,
nobody does at first.

- Silence young ladies!

[claps hands]

[claps hands]

[Headmistress snores]

- Sylvie, are you asleep?

- No.

- Are you sad?

- I felt the same way
when I first got here.

- I can't hear you, talk louder.

- No, I can't.

She snores, but the
slightest sound wakes her up.

Wait.

You're a real baby, that's what you are.

You didn't know girls
could give each other pleasure,

or do it to themselves?

- What are you talking about?

- You never made yourself come?

- Come? What's that?

- Take a look.

You saw how happy she was?

- No, I don't want to.

- You mustn't be afraid.

Oh, you're so innocent.

No one else here is.

Long before we ever got here,

most of the girls had done it
with girls or with boys.

In fact, that's why some of us are here.

[footsteps approach]

[snoring continues]

[owl hoots]

[cane taps wall]

- You're supposed to use water and soap,
you'll be reported.

- Oh ma'am, I beg you.
Please don't report me.

- Alright, now go wash up properly.

Hurry up!

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm hurrying, ma'am.
- Do.

- Young ladies,

may I present Miss Georgina

who just joined the staff of this school.

You're all going to obey her.

I repeat, you will not disobey ever.

Any girl who does will be punished.

Sophie, come here.

Report to me later.

- I'll teach you how to
behave in all circumstances.

That's a lady's first duty.

Now you should all know that.

You've been told, haven't you?
And straighten up!

Head upright!

Tuck in your stomach!

Now, stick out your chest.

- What is important is to keep in mind
the rank, the position and the sex

the age of the person
which is in front of you.

You shall never show any
deference with a domestic, hmm?

And, when you have many guests,

you'll make sure that service is
facilitated and impeccable at all times.

- You must never be
careless with your clothes.

Your panties aren't very clean.

What's more, they're not the sort
a nice young girl should wear.

- I know they're not allowed

but please don't tell anyone.

- I kept them as a souvenir.
- You don't want to be punished...

- That's right ma'am.

- When you do something you shouldn't?

- It's an honour to be punished.
- Yes ma'am.

- Who said you could lower your skirt?

Lift it up!

Now raise your right leg.

You keep it there 'till I
tell you to bring it down!

- Yes ma'am.

- And stop crying,
I'm doing it for your own good!

- You should never
help yourself to too much food.

- He's a big bore, but rather nice.

- Are they mean here?
- Some of them are.

You'll see, it can get pretty bad.

- You must be careful girls,
alcohol is bad for your skin,

for your reputation, for your deportment.

- Bring out your chest
and raise your head.

Get off the floor, and do it again!

[splashes]

- Milk, there's nothing like it
to make your skin smooth as silk.

It feels just like a peach.

- Are you positive we're
not going to break out in a rash?

- Don't be silly.

Everybody knows that Cleopatra
and the other queens out in the orient

used to bathe in milk
to keep their skin smooth.

From the feel of yours, it works.

- You wanna stay pretty?

- I do!
- Then relax and enjoy it.

You wanna jump in?

- But, what are you doing?

- Don't you want me to stay pretty?
- Sure I do.

- Well in that case, pour it.

[girls giggle]

- Do you mind if I stay?

- She's gonna squeal on us,
I don't trust her.

- Sarah, swear you won't rat.

- I swear I won't, on my parent's life.

- If you ever do, you'll get a thrashing.

There, pour the milk.

[radio, newsreader]
Italy: It was learned today that the Duchy

have decided to send
fresh troops to Ethiopia.

There can be no doubt
the Italian leader is planning to annexe

the Neguses Kingdom,
which borders on Italian Somalia.

In the Soviet Union,
new trials are slated for Trotskyites,

which tends to prove opposition
to Stalin does exist in Russia.

Repentant Trotskyites,
whom Stalin had seemed to have forgiven

are one again in for a rough time.

In France, strikes broke out anew
in requisitioned steelworks.

- There's a letter from Blumenkron,

Sarah Klein's cousin.

He informs us that
Mr. and Mrs. Klein have disappeared.

Nobody knows where they are,
and he fears the worst.

- The Jews should fear the worst.

That's what they deserve.

We should get rid of them all.

- Calm down, that's not the point now.

The letter says there will be
no more tuition sent for Sarah.

We'll have to send her away.

- Genevieve, hold your horses willy nilly.

Let's think for a minute.

Her parents are very rich.

They may yet come back.

They may be on the run.

Let's take advantage of it.

- What if they never come back?
- That's something else.

She could turn out to be quite
useful to us around the school,

which would more than compensate
for the real cost of her upkeep.

Let's be realistic.

We're taking no risks.

Me?

I find this little Jew is quite charming.

- You don't have enough money for it.

- Won't you let me buy it on credit?

- But where would you put it?

In your hair,
or would you put it on your shirt?

- Why don't you give it to me?
- What's the good of that?

- Give it to me.
I'll let you feel the other one.

[Julien moans]
You'd like that, eh?

- I caught you, you're a thief!

[groans]

- You're hurting me!

[groans]

- What's going on here?
- She stole something from me!

- Is that so? That's not nice.

- It's not true!

- Let's see what you've got there.

[squeals]

- You're right, she's just a little thief.

You know medallions aren't allowed.

[footsteps approach]

- On your knees!

[bed creaks]

- You whip her.

[cries]

Harder!

Harder, you hear?

What did I tell you girl, harder!

[loud cries]

- Miss Sarah Klein,
the principle wants to see you.

- Now stop blabbering.

Sarah, your parents have disappeared.

Mr. Blumenkron informed us.

Nobody knows what happened to them.

Maybe they're dead.

- We can no longer keep her here.

Poor girl, where will she go?

- Must we?
- We're not a charitable institution.

Who will pay her tuition?

- We can't keep her.
- What will happen to her?

There is nobody to take care of her.

She's only a child in
a harsh, cruel world.

- She'll just have to manage.

I don't see why she should
be given special treatment.

- It breaks my heart.
Maybe she could stay.

- Please ma'am,
oh please let me stay here.

Please, I'll do anything,
anything you say.

- Where did you learn to peel potatoes?

You were raised in money, weren't you?

In luxury, with a bunch of domestics.
I'll teach you to peel, here!

Is that how you peel potatoes?
I'll teach you to earn your keep.

Up to now you went through
life like some butterfly.

That's gonna change,
particularly with Miss Georgina.

She's one tough lady,
as you'll soon find out.

Go on, keep on peeling, and do it right!

- Dear diary, you're no longer
my only friend in this world.

I thought I could never
love anything or anybody

after all that happened to me.

And yet, I've discovered
a marvellous sensation.

I let Claire drag me into the shower,

and I gave her my body.

I discovered fantastic pleasure,
and overwhelming joy.

I love Claire, and I
want her more and more.

[soundtrack: gentle guitar music]

[footsteps approach]

- Georgina, it's Genevieve.

George, open up.

George, please!

George, I want you George.

I wanna sleep with you.

George, please.

Open the door.

Let me in, my love.

Open up, I love you.

Open the door, darling.

George!

- That's enough, I want to be alone.

The door stays shut.

Go away, and now!

[sobs]

- There'll be no meat today.

No meat tomorrow.

That'll teach 'em!

- You're absolutely right.

- And by the way,
they're still stealing our milk.

- You mean it goes on?

- Two more cans disappeared this morning.

- Sarah, we're going
to ask you a question.

- Oh, please may I...

- We let you stay here with us,

but you must deserve it.

Who steals the milk, and for what reason?

- Who steals the milk,
and what do they do with it?

[sobs]

[whipping]
[cries]

[cries]

- Careful!

It hurts. Ouch.

- I know who turned us in.

Come on, let's get her.

- Yes!
- Get her!

- Good!

- Pinch her!

- Don't talk.

Your turn, Sylvie.

[yelps]

[soundtrack: light guitar music]

- I wrote my godfather and asked
him to find another school for me.

Maybe Claire could join me there?

I love her so much.

She found a way to sneak mail out of here.

Maximilienne, our dry old
maiden teacher, is off for the day.

And Claire worked it out
so we could all take a hot bath.

She made a deal with Julien.

He heats the water
and pours it for us and in exchange,

he can look at us to his heart's content.

- I haven't seen Julien around today.

- He's replacing Maximiliene

which gives him a
chance to indulge in an old act.

- Well, what do you mean?

- He's watching the girls take a bath.

He likes that. It's harmless.

What's more, it's pretty good tactics.

It gives me an edge on him,
if I should need it.

- We've got to be able to trust him fully.

- I think we can.

That's it.

Now, kiss me.

- I never should have
asked for your advice.

This author is absurd.

His subject matter is utterly ridiculous.

His hero was a crook.

I hate stories about thievery and murder.

- A lot of people liked it.

- They must be degenerates
if they enjoy such a book.

- You're disappointed every time
you pick up a contemporary author.

- Then let's find something
older and readable.

- I'm sure you'll find it.

- Ever since the surrealists,

everything is going down the drain,
and morality with it.

We need a strong-fisted man
to tell such people where to stop.

What we need now
is old-fashioned discipline.

- Something like in your school?
- Quite so, dear lady!

It's because we're so strict that
our young students learn to apply

the basic principles of patriotism,
decency and humanity.

- What your school applies
is systematic punishment.

That isn't discipline,
but cruelty and sheer sadism.

- What do you know about education?

You don't even know your books.

And those you would recommend,
aren't exactly moral.

[Please deliver this letter,
I am suffering at the boarding school]

- There's also a letter from your ward.

- Still no news from my tutor.

Maybe my letter
didn't reach him after all?

I'm so unhappy,
but fortunately there is Claire.

[soundtrack: gentle guitar music]

[sighs and moans]

[pleasured moans]

[birdsong]

- Miss Genevieve wants
to see you right away.

- Don't go. She knows about us.
She's going to punish you.

- How would she have found out?

And if she did, what do we care?

But it's about something else.

- I love you. And I'm afraid for us both.

Feel how my heart beats.

- It's beating fast,

and your breast is so soft.

- Do you want me?
- You know I do.

- I feel just like we're married.

- Me too, I love you.

- Your family informs me that
you're going to live with your mother.

Your mother is going to live in Sweden.

You're leaving with her.

Someone will be fetching you tomorrow.

Ordinarily, we don't permit students
to leave in the middle of the year.

But your mother was kind enough
to compensate for this breach of contract.

I hope that when you think of us
you'll remember us fondly.

- I promise I will.

- I'd like to tell you, you've been
a fine student, well liked by everyone.

You'll be missed.

You'll come and pick up
your things in the morning.

[soundtrack: gentle guitar music]

- I'd like so much to say goodbye.

Please, may I?

- Sylvie Dumarcay!

Now stop dreaming and get back to work!

Will you stand up?

Tell us what you know about stoicism.

- It's an old doctrine which teaches
that honour resides in virtue.

It also teaches courage,
to bear with pain,

emotions, unhappiness and misfortune

with the appearance of indifference.

- I've decided to start a gym course.

It'll be fun.

They're in for a surprise.

- You'd better be careful.
- What was that?

- I said please be careful.

Don't overdo it.

- I'm bored here.

I want to have some fun.

You'd rather I left.

- You know you've got to stay here.

- Not if it bores me.

- Will you please eat your food!
Go on, eat.

- No, I'm tired of always
eating the same thing, I won't eat.

- Me neither, I'm tired of eating beans.
- I've had it with beans!

- We're going to run an homage
to games played in antiquity.

This is a race.

A chariot race,

like the Romans.

Françoise, Yolande,
you'll drive the chariots.

Maximilienne...

have the chariots brought in.

- Here they are.

- Get them set for the race.

- There.

There.

- On your marks...

May the best Roman win.

Let's go!

[whip cracks]

- Come on now, run!

Come on, go!

Giddy-up, come on, run!

[whip cracks]

Go, go!

- It's so amusing.
- So it is.

Maximiliene is furious.

- Julien enjoys it.

[whip cracks]

- Faster, faster, faster! Come on!

- Faster, faster!

- Faster!

- Come on, come on, come on!

[whip cracks]

- Catching up, Yolande.

- Come on!
- Come on, Françoise, come on!

- Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah!

- Careful!

- Miss Georgina wants to see you.

- What kind of third degree is she
going to come up with this time?

- I'd rather be horse-whipped.

- It's because we beefed about the beans.

- I'm sure, huh Sylvie?

- She'd have called in all three of us.

- That figures, she's right.

[Julien groans]
- You now.

Come on!

Uh, here you are.

[sobs]

- What'd she do to you, tell us?

- Get undressed.

Take off that uniform.

Your blouse.

Your underpants now.

Your panties.

Now get down on all fours.

And now, I want you to crawl around.

Now crawl.

That's it, not too fast.

Now beg like a nice little dog.

Now do it.

And now, you're going
to crawl slowly towards me.

Slowly.

Come here, Sarah.

Come, come here.

Come here.

Since you're a dog,

you're going to eat like a dog.

Go ahead, or I'll have
you whipped by Julien.

[Sarah whimpers]

Oh no no no, not with your hands, no.

Like a dog.

Now eat Sarah,

like a dog.

Go on little Sarah, lap it up.

It's beans you know, it's good, isn't it?

Oh that's right, lap it up.

Now come, take my hand.

Lick it.

Ahh, yes.

Lick my hand.

- Come on, girls.

Make it snappy.

- Sylvie, follow me.

- Sylvie, what a pleasant surprise.

- Yes, I invited her to
have a drink with us.

- But ma'am...

- I have some brandy from my orchard.

- No thank you, I don't feel like it.

- Come on, Sylvie.

You know very well

that it's considered bad manners
to refuse an invitation like this.

- I wanna go!

- I'm sure our guest
will enjoy a bit of brandy.

- In you go.

[Sophie chokes]

- That's a good little girl.

[Sophie coughs]

- No, that's enough!
- She's not quite right.

- Poor Sylvie.

Poor Sylvie's never had any luck.

What a sad story.

Her beloved mother turned
out to be a bitch in heat.

She was a whore.

And papa was an imbecile, a coward.

An assassin.

[clothes tear]

Now, there's her wonderful tutor.

A nice man.

An old lecher,

dilapidating his ward's money

on a bunch of servants,

upon whom he vents his vices.

Sylvie, you've merely had bad luck,
so many disappointments.

Wouldn't you like to get even?

Get even?

Would you like to beat them?

Do you want to hit them?

All those cowards.

Cowards who were so mean to you.

Hit them.

Go on, beat them.

[whip cracks]
Hit them!

Yes, go ahead.

Hit them, get even with them!

[whip cracks]

Come on, harder!

Go on, hit them.

Hard, harder!

[girl whimpers]

[girls cries continue]

- What's the meaning of this?

- Don't bother her.

Sylvie,

from now on, you'll eat with us.
Is that agreed?

- I'm going to give you the subject
of this week's examination.

How was General Bonaparte

named to the head of the
rank of French army unit?

And which were the first
major battles which he fought?

That's it, get to work.

Yolande,

will you bring me that?

So that's how you get your grades?

[rings bell]

[door opens]

Will you escort this
petty young cheat to the principle?

[door closes]

Now girls, back to work.

Fine.

- Sylvie Dumarcay,

Miss Georgina wants you.

Go on!

Nothing like a jew to scrub up.

Don't they like muck, dung and filth.
- Shut up.

- A thought confessed is half repaired.

Therefore, nearly forgiven.

You were cheating, I know it.

- I wasn't cheating, I swear.

- Careful, careful,
don't swear, be careful.

If you're lying,
you're committing perjury.

Yolande,

don't lie to me, I will take it as a fib.

- I wasn't cheating, ma'am.

- Well now, Sylvie.

Do you know if Yolande
was actually cheating, or not?

- She was ma'am!
- That's not true!

She's trying to make trouble for me.

That's the truth, ma'am.
She's the one that's lying.

- Now, who's telling the truth,

and who's lying?

- I'm the one who's telling the truth!

- Here, you're a liar.

- What else is she hiding from me?

Take off her clothes.

Completely.

Neglect no hiding place.

None whatsoever.

Whatsoever.

And now, let's put this
young liar to the question.

Here, put this on Sylvie.

You too, Yolande.

I would say that Yolande
deserves a good spanking.

- Oh no, please ma'am!
- Silence!

And don't weep or I'll give
your points to the other girls.

- Oh please, no more!

Oh please ma'am, please... please!

- I don't want to be disturbed!

- Sarah is going to throw
herself out of a window!

- That'll do!

- Sarah! Sarah!
Open that door!

Don't be a child, Sarah!

- Wait a second, let me try.

- Silly idiot, what's got into her?

- Can't you do something
for goodness sake?

She wants to jump out the window.

- Dammit, she'll draw attention on us.

- Don't do it!
- Don't jump!

- Sarah, don't do it.
- Oh Sarah, don't!

- She's going to jump!
- Help, help!

- Jews always manage to
get themselves into the limelight.

- Help her!

- Sarah!
- Sarah! Don't! Please!

- Help, help!
- Sarah, don't be stupid!

[rings bell]

[commotion continues]

- It's the first time I've ever
been glad to see a gendarme.

[distant commotion continues]
- She'll kill herself! Don't! Don't!

- Sarah, don't, don't!
- What are you doing that for?

- You know, it's not gonna budge an inch!

[Julien grunts]
God, it's solid.

- Let's try it together.

[both grunt and groan]

- It's over here.

[Julien]
- I can't move it.

- Oh, good morning sir,
I'm so glad to see you.

One of our pupils is a mighty high-strung

and I'm not sure about
how the best way to handle it.

The poor girl just found out
that her parents were deported.

She was desperate.

I'm so terribly sorry
to have bothered you.

- We only did our duty.

- You must have your work out

with all these strikes
and street demonstrations.

And there's that man
you arrested who cut loose.

You didn't catch him, did you?

- Don't you worry none.

He's nowhere around
this part of the country.

Don't be afraid.

He won't come bothering you.

- I'm very glad because I wouldn't want
to think there's a murderer around.

- In any event, we're here to protect you.

- So, you're taking her to Paris?

You're just a soft-hearted fool.

- What's the point of
taking unnecessary risks?

If she kills herself, we would
both be in a pack of trouble.

- You're probably right.

- I telephoned an organisation
taking care of Jewish children.

They'll take care of her.

As far as you're concerned,

I spoke with the gendarme a while ago.

- You turned me in?

- How can you say a thing like that,
even to make fun of me?

- What did you find out?

- They gave up on you,
they believe you've left the country.

It never entered their mind you
could be hiding out around here.

[both laugh]

- You know what?

That suits me fine.

- George, please be careful.

Swear to me

that you'll stay here and wait for me.

You know how much I love you,
and everything I've done is...

for you, to keep you, to save you.

Oh please.

George, I don't know what
I'd do if I were to lose you.

If you ever leave, I'll die.

[George chuckles]

- Calm down, Jennie.

Calm down, I'll wait for you.

- Swear it!

- I swear it.

[knock on door]
- Come in!

- The curator's ready.

You'd better hurry,
you'll miss your train.

- Take the suitcase, I'll be right down.

- Right.

- You will wait?

- I promise.

- We've gotta write our parents!

We've gotta tell them what's going on!

- No, the best thing to do
is to write City Hall, let's do it.

- Right, let's do it.

- They're treating us worse than animals.

- What's the meaning of this?

So, you're complaining?

Wait till I'm through with you!

You're here because
your families sent you,

and you're being treated
like they want you to be.

And now put out the lights!

And not another
peep out of you, otherwise!

- How much I've changed.

And how my love for
Claire belongs to the past.

Yet, my love seemed infinite.

I even thought of running away with her.

Very far, to a country where
we both would have been happy for ever.

Now, through no volition of mine,

I have been driven to an extraordinary,
disturbing unforgettable passion.

I used to be submissive.

I never dared to rebel or even
fight back when my cousin slapped me.

I'm now discovering that
I can make others suffer, and enjoy it.

When one of my fellow
students does something

for which she's going to be punished,

I'm the one who carries
out the punishment.

And the fact that I make them suffer

gives me nearly as much
pleasure as Claire's caresses.

On another subject,

I noticed something strange
when the gendarmes came the other day.

The principle warned Georgina,

who acted as if she were
trying to hide from them.

Who is Georgina?

[Broom crashes to floor]

[groans]

- Curiosity killed the cat.

Surprised, aren't you?

[gasps]

Before I go,

I've got to teach you
a few things you don't know yet.

[gasps]

- Did it hurt?
- It was marvellous.

- I've got to go.

- No, you can't leave.

I'll never let you go.

I won't let you leave.

You'll never leave me.

- Are you going to give me orders now?

You think you're strong enough to stop me.

- I know who you are, I know everything.

If you leave me, I'll tell the cops.

- You are dangerous.

- No, but you belong to me now.

[lively piano music]

- Hey, Madame Teriac.

Who could have imagined
that a school for young girls

could be taken over by a bunch of
perverse degenerate monsters.

- Will you pour me
some champagne my sweet girl,

while I think of an answer?

- While you drink your champagne,
may I point out that crime never pays.

The police got wind
of it and shut it down,

which proves the law is effective.

- It seems to me that they
closed it down a bit late.

It sure took them a while to
find out about the goings on.

Goings on which the
Marquis de Sade wouldn't disown,

and what was happening
right under their nose.

Why didn't they step in before?

- Come on, gentlemen,

we're not going to quarrel in
the presence of our charming hostess.

- What shocked me was that morality
could be so flaunted, I don't know.

I have a daughter.

The idea that it could have
happened to her is horrifying.

It makes me sick.

- What would you say if I told
you they found nun's habits,

leather harnesses.

The girls told me some appalling stories.

Yes, it's a real scandal.

- The world is rotting away.

The world's dying.

All these blue collars demonstrating
in the street for God knows what.

Why, they're just a bunch of gangsters.

- You've all known me for years.

I'm not against people having their fun,

but I pride myself on having an open mind.

But when it comes to
abusing defenceless young souls,

I say it's a crime.

- Were you able to arrest everybody?

- Unfortunately not.

One of the teachers named
Georgina managed somehow to escape.

The girls say she was a horny terror.

- They have all the luck.

- Well, our fair city has now recovered
its cleanliness and dignity.

- Palavaux,

why don't you order a bottle?

That one's empty.

- It's getting a bit late.

My wife...

- Oh Mr. Palavaux,
Mariette will be down in a minute.

She'd be disappointed if you don't wait.

- Of course she would.

Go ahead, let's have another bottle.

[lively piano music continues]

- Mr. Teriac.

- Let's drink,

to our country,

and let's finally rid
it of its foreigners,

the depraved and the revolutionaries, huh?

- Let's drink to the Black Shirt Party.

- To Colonel de la Rocque.

Two months later...

- I'm no fool.

It's all your doing.

You're making it all up,

I never stole anything.

I don't have to.

I know what you're up to.

You've just got rid of Flora.

But somehow I'm gonna fight back.

You can't push me around.

- I'm saying that you're a thief.

You'd better leave this very minute,

or I'll call the police.

- Is that so?

- Well, if they search your
room they'll find the money.

You're nothing but a liar!

- I give the orders around here, get out!

- What's all the shouting about?

What's going on?

- You stay out of this,
and get out of here!

I'm kicking out that whore!

- But... how can you Sylvie?

- Get back into your cubbyhole,
and make it snappy!

- This is too much!

I've worked here for years!

I know my rights!

[radio quietly plays light music]

[knocks on door]

[music stops]

- May I come in?

- Help me change.
- Yes.

- Yes what?

- Yes, Mistress.

- On the floor and lick my shoes.

Take them off.

You can kiss my foot, yes.

That's enough!

- May I help you remove
your dressing gown, mistress?

- Yes, slave.

I didn't give you permission!

- Forgive me mistress, forgive me.

- That's fine, you're beginning to learn.

Dress me for dinner.

If you're nice, I'll let you sleep
in front of my door tonight.

- Thank you, Mistress.

- Now, kiss my boot.

By the way, that butler I hired,

I want you to take orders from him, too.

He's starting today.

If you love me, you'll accept.

- Mistress, you know I'll
accept anything from you.

Anything.

You can push me away,
but please let me go on serving you.

[taps riding crop]

- Here he is now.

Let him in, and bring
him in right to my room.

Afterwards, I don't want
to see you 'till dinner time.

- I'll obey.

I'm wild about you.
[doorbell rings]

I'll obey, Mistress.

[soundtrack: light piano music]

Subtitles by Marc Morris
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