Original subtitles

"Here, the center of France"

My dear Raoul, I am traveling with my father...

and we have stopped at Bruyere-Allichamps...

in the center of France.

I'll go in a youth camp. And you?.

I hope it will be a mixed camp.

With kisses from your cousin, Martine.

POCKET MONEY

The soil is granitic and impermeable.

Streams, rivers and lakes...

irrigate the whole area.

Raoul Briquet, you are not writing anything down.

Bring me that card. Quick.

I know. It's Allichamps!

It's a small town, or rather a village...

Iocated at the exact center of France.

This is the monument, on the postcard.

Can you see over there?.

It's funny. May I?. I want them all to see it.

This is the way the card is addressed:

It says: Raoul Briquet...

HLM Beranger...

Thiers...

Puy-de-Dome, France...

Europe...

Universe.

Anyone here know Allichamps?.

Laurent, come and explain. Raoul, you can sit.

All right, tell us what you know about Allichamps.

My father is a hairdresser.

They held a meeting there.

- A convention! - They ate a lot. I was bored...

so I took a walk in the park.

- Who else?. Mathieu?. Tell us. - Never been there.

You raised your hand.

You wrote Thiers, Puy-de-Dome...

instead of using the zip code: Thiers, 63300.

You know your zip codes.

Remain seated.

- What's the matter?. - You forgot to leave the keys.

The movers are waiting. They can't get in.

- Here. - Thanks.

See you tonight.

Put me back in jail Make me sit up on a nail

Eat your hat Spill my guts out on a cat

Kill my belly button Kiss my ass

"The Miser" by Moliere.

Late again, Fougerie?.

Harpagon's scene...

Act IV, Scene 7, up to line 1 5.

- Desmouceaux, recite it. - I didn't study it.

What do you mean?. Come here.

I didn't learn it.

- I assigned it, didn't I?. - Yes, Miss.

- You all studied it?. - Yes, Miss.

- Well?. - I don't even have the text.

You've got five minutes to study. I'll be back to you.

Privadier, tell us the text.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers!

Justice!

I'm done for! I'm killed! They've taken my money!!"

Enough. Froment, now try.

I don't know.

- How far did you get?. - I don't know.

I studied up to "Where is he now??"

That's all?. I told you to go up to the 1 5th line.

I am really angry. Fayet, you try it.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers!Justice!

I'm done for! I'm murdered! They've taken my money!

- Who can it be??" - You can sit. It's quite the same.

Try to give it more feeling, and don't speak so fast.

Hurbagnac, your turn.

"Thieves! Assassins! Murderer!Justice!

I'm done for! I'm murdered! They've taken my money!"

Not bad, but try with more nerve.

Because Harpagon is really out of his mind.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers!Justice!"

- "I'm done for!!" - "I'm done for! I'm murdered!"

What do you want, boy?.

You're not one of ours.

How did you get here?. By car?.

Did you fall out of a helicopter?.

Can't you hear or talk?.

From Welfare. They send new kids in mid-June?.

Let's see the principal.

He's not in. Did the Municipality give you any other papers?.

We'll ask Richet.

"Whoever can it be?. Where's he gone to?.

- Where is he hiding??" - Do you know it now?.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers! Justice!

I'm done for. I'm murdered. They've taken my money!"

Not bad for five minutes' work.

Ifyou had studied, you'd know all of it!

Brouillard, your turn.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers!Justice!

- I'm done for! I'm murdered!" - Stop.

You don't seem to understand what you're saying.

It's all the same tone ofvoice. Listen to me.

"Thieves! Assassins! Murderers!

Justice! I'm done for.

They've taken my money!!"

Do you understand?. Try again.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers! Justice--"

I'm as stubborn as you are! I don't care how long it takes.

We'll stay here 'til you make sense.

"Thieves! Assassins! Murderers!

Justice! I am--"

Sit down. Excuse me, Miss Petit.

This is Julien Leclou. He belongs to your age group.

There's a place. Go and sit over there.

It must be a mistake.

The porter sent him to me with a note from City Hall.

- What do we do?. - Go ask the principal.

- You live here?. - The Mureaux.

- That's not a housing area. - Is that so?. Well, I live there.

Garderet, take over 'til I come back.

Now I'll show you the real Harpagon.

"Thieves! Robbers! Murderers!Justice!

I'm done for. They've taken my money.

Whoever can it be?. Where's he gone to?.

How can I find him?. Run?. Not run?.

Give me my money.

Ah, it's me. My mind is confused.

I ignore where I am, who I am, what I am doing.

Oh, my dear, darling money, my beloved gold...

I've lost my support, my consolation, my joy!"

That's a great performance! Do you teach them drama?.

I've got good students.

It's about Julien Leclou.

Put him in Miss Petit's class.

What if he's not on the same level?.

I don't know his level.

He was referred by Welfare as a special case.

- Hello, Pop. - Hello, Patrick.

- I'll put the shopping away. - You forgot the list.

I remembered everything.

One pound of sugar, one bottle of oil.

Bread, apples.

- Open the window, please. - Sure, Pop.

I read so much that my eyes hurt.

- What's your name?. - Frank.

- What about you?. - Sylvie.

Richard, can you take Gregory home for me?.

I've still got a few errands to do.

Bye-bye, Gregory.

Be a good boy. Bye!

Bye, baby.

Look. Somebody's moving in.

It's Mr. Richet.

Good morning, Richard. What are you doing here?.

- We live on the same floor. - So we're neighbors.

- Lydie. - I must know your mother.

Your brother?.

No. I must take him to the 9th floor.

- You come to see the flat?. - I'll show you the layout.

You'll understand. This is the kitchen.

I forgot my books.

- Your bike broken?. - No, the chain slipped.

- Have you got TV?. - Of course.

- What was on last night?. - An American serial: "Columbo!"

What happened?.

They were out to sabotage a racing car...

so one guy sawed the steering wheel...

and the car exploded.

- Was it Columbo?. - No, the gangster did it.

- And did Columbo get him?. - Sure. He always does!

You owe me some dough.

- How much?. - Two francs.

- I'll think about it. - Cool it.

Two lousy francs!

- Well, I'd like to have them. - Sure. Me too.

- It's my pocket money. - For what?.

Candy and the swimming pool.

He says Sylvie was born in a garbage can.

You come from a garbage can?.

I'm from Toulon.

- A Toulon garbage can! - Was it a plastic can?.

- I get five francs a week. - For what?.

- I buy books. - And you?.

I get nothing.

- Do you spend it all?. - I don't get anything.

- Can I go in?. - No, go away.

Let me go to see your classroom.

- Go home. - You don't want me to visit?.

- No, go away. - At least say good-bye.

Do I get a kiss?. Bye.

Be a good boy. See you tonight.

How are you, Patrick?.

The driver used explosive gas.

Columbo guessed when he found the empty can.

No. Columbo was tipped off.

- He got an anonymous phone call. - No, you are way off.

Columbo caught the mechanic cutting the brake line.

It's really beautiful.

What a dish. I never saw that.

- What are you doing?. - It's my father's.

Keep it home. Here it is forbidden.

All right.

What's wrong?. Go and play!

Today we review the key dates of our history.

- Falipou. 1 572?. - The St. Bartholomew Massacre.

- 1 61 0?. - Death of Henry IV.

- 1 648?. - Alsace becomes part of France.

Good. Keragel, 1 685?.

The Edict of Nantes is revoked.

- 1 763?. - We lose India and Canada.

Good. Leclou.

Leclou!

Sorry to wake you up.

You're haggard. I'm sure you don't even know what that means.

It means looking gaunt... Iike you look right now.

All right. Someone else.

You,Jeallas. 1 492?.

Discovery of America.

1 51 5?.

- The victory of Marignan. - Right, but no whispering.

Desmouceaux. 1 785?.

Did you hear me?.

Desmouceaux?. Please, stand up.

It happens here. Look at me.

Do you understand?. Look at me.

Are you deaf or something?. Did you hear my question?.

- What's up?. - I'm studying.

Nobody's home. I forgot my keys.

Help me.

Good.

"The metallurgical industry is a key factor...

in our economy, involving one million workers.

- Its--" - "Its role..!"

"Its role--" It's all crap. Forget it.

- Julien! For God's sake! - Hide. Don't move.

Get in here, you little bastard!

We'll take the elevator.

It's broken again.

We'll walk up to the top.

Come on, sweetie.

Hold the bread.

Let's climb upstairs.

It's hard. Hold the bread.

Help me. It's heavy.

I'll take the bread.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'll race you.

I'm gonna catch you.

Don't go inside.

This is not our house. Come back here.

Come here.

Excuse me. The door was open.

I know him. We met yesterday.

My husband says he's very bright.

- Sit down for a while. - Why not?.

- I'm thirsty. What about a drink?. - Ifyou don't mind.

- Would you like some wine?. - Yes.

It's a lot ofwork.

My husband helps after school.

After three months, he pulled the classic exit.

He stepped out for some matches...

and I never saw him again.

But I've got my Gregory.

Confidentially, two weeks ago...

I spotted an ad in the personal column:

"Bachelor seeking companionship. Loves kids!"

- Have you met?. - No, I wrote to him.

He answered. We've got a date on Sunday.

We'll both be carrying the same newspaper.

- To the stranger! - That's right.

Gregory, what are you up to?.

Come here.

Give mummy the bread.

Thankyou, sweetie.

I lost my wallet.

- Did you see my wallet?. - No.

Are you sure you haven't seen it?.

Did you hide it?. Did you lose it?.

Be a good boy.

Did you notice a wallet?.

Have you lost it?. What a shame.

Kitty, Kitty, come here.

Come, Kitty.

Little Kitty gone.

Come on, Kitty.

Here.

- I can't find my wallet. - Did you leave it here?.

No. I must have left it in the grocery.

Gregory, what did you do?.

Gregory went boom!

She fainted.

Wake up, madam.

Why didn't anyone try to stop him?.

How could they?. They stood there, staring up by the window...

but they were helpless.

The incredible thing happened when he landed.

We all rushed over expecting the worst.

He picked himself up and started to laugh.

You know what he said?. "Gregory went boom!"

- Fantastic! - Incredible!

It's terrifying to think of the way kids are in constant danger.

That's not exactly true.

I mean, whereas an adult would have been laid out for good...

kids are as solid as rock.

They stumble through life, but they're not hurt.

They're much tougher than we are.

Children are bored on Sundays

On Sundays children are bored

In theirSunday clothes

On Sundays children are bored

Let them sleep. It's still early.

Let's make breakfast.

Milk, tea.

- Where's the chocolate?. - There. Turn on the TV.

...that we build a frraternal world...

in the name ofrthe Lord.

Either fror a ride or a toast

They aren't the best cookks

They won 't meet success Boys and girls

Are much sadder than their mom believes

Shit!

- It's good. - T ake a slice of bread.

The knife.

- Is it good?. - Excellent!

Good morning, Sylvie. Did you sleep well?.

Yes, Pop.

You're a real expert.

- Do they know you?. - I know them.

This is Plic and that's Ploc.

- So that's Ploc. - No, it's Plic.

- Then this one's Ploc. - No, that one! This is Plic.

- This is Plic. - No, Ploc.

You told me Plic. And that's Ploc.

They swam around.

I give up. Why not label them?.

Get dressed. We're going to eat in a restaurant.

In a restaurant?. That's neat.

What are you doing?.

I'm washing a neighbor's car. I do it every Sunday.

It's real weird!

He collects old cars. He's got six or seven.

- What does he pay?. - Three francs.

I wouldn't mind shining up his other cars.

Parents are bored on Sundays

On Sundays parents are bored

Hello, Richard. How are you, Mr. Golfier?.

- How's it going?. - Good. Picking a winner?.

Not me. No more money for the state.

You're right. Are you coming?.

With theirpaper collar, their lorgnette...

And their white beards

On Sundays parents are bored

- Hello. How are you?. - Fine. And you?.

- We are collecting funds. - All right.

- It's for cancer. - Cancer?. Here you go.

Thank you. How much?.

I don't know. It's a small coin.

- So you lost your father. - I was 1 3 when he died.

Fortunately, I live with my mother.

Could you visit us next Sunday?.

- You must enjoy your work. - I love my job!

We're collecting funds to fight cancer.

Can I come on a weekday?. I must work on Sundays.

It's for cancer.

No. Once is enough!

I'm gonna clean you up. You're dirty.

- Look. - What about the yellow dress?.

Well, this one fits you.

- What's that?. - My bag.

This filthy, awful thing?.

It's my only bag. I carry everything in it.

- What will you do with it?. - Bring it to the restaurant.

Bring this thing to the restaurant?.

People will lose their appetite! You can't do that!

- I want to take it. - Don't be stubborn.

- I'm taking my bag anyway. - You're a pretty girl.

- You should leave it here! - I'm bringing it.

- Jean-Marie, come for a second. - What is it?.

Do you know the latest on your daughter?.

She decided to take this old bag to the restaurant.

- Tell her it's impossible. - It really looks awful!

It's disgusting. Leave it here.

Mama is going to get you a real ladies' bag.

Go and get it for her.

That's no toy. I need it for my work.

- Will this do?. - She'll love it.

It's one of mine. You want it?.

Take this one. It's nicer than yours.

A real ladies' bag. With this, you'll look like my wife.

Now listen. Ifyou don't take this bag...

we'll go to the restaurant and leave you all alone.

- I'm staying here. - Stubborn. Very well.

You can still change your mind.

Have it yourway.

I'm hungry! I'm hungry!

I'm hungry! I'm hungry!

- What are you doing here?. - I'm hungry.

- Where are your parents?. - They're eating out.

- Without you?. - They left me home. I'm hungry.

- I know her. - She lives on the third floor.

- Do you want something?. - I'm hungry!

- Come eat with us. - I can't. I'm locked in!

What can we do?.

- Do you want something?. - We'll send you some food!

- Thankyou. - Imagine, locking the kid in.

- Terrible! Leaving a kid alone. - It's criminal.

- If something happened to her?. - Incredible.

- Yes. - Her father's the Chief of Police.

You're kidding.

Where are you going?. Let's see.

It's a little girl.

Well done, kids.

Look.

Let it down.

- Have a nice dinner. - Thankyou very much.

Chicken!

Everybody looked at me!

- Three orchestras, please. - One balcony.

- Can you get me in?. - I have enough for one ticket.

I know a way. Come on.

Two orchestras, please.

- Wait here. I won't be long. - And you?.

I'll buy a ticket. Gimme the money.

Now your jacket. Trust me.

I'll be back soon.

One seat.

In the center aisle. Your jacket's on the seat.

- Don't forget the ticket. - What about you?.

I'll be right with you... after the news.

- Where were you?. - Men's room.

- Do you have a ticket?. - Here. My jacket's on my seat.

- All right. - Thanks.

Sit here, just in case.

How was your date?.

Nice... but a bore.

When I laughed, he was scared people would notice us.

I'll look in the paper again.

- What did she say?. - Never mind.

- I'm curious. Tell me. - Nothing doing.

You see there?. Look at Miss Petit!

- Where?. - Back there.

She's with a guy!

- Hello, Mr. Richet. - Hello.

Where are our parents?.

There!

This seat's taken.

Thirteen years ago in the spring: a time ofrpain and disarray.

The arms ofrwar were still over the land ofrAlgeria.

This new spring ofr workk and serenity...

proves that the virtue ofrtime and the wisdom ofrmen...

can get together to draw frrom the past...

the oath ofr a fruture frreed frrom rancor and resentment.

When memory gives imagination insight...

the thought exorcizes the shadows...

and the encounter might become a meeting with history.

I am certain that in the world we live in...

fracing ourproblems...

and kknowing each other as we do...

French and Algerians...

have things to talkk about...

and things to do together.

Giscard! Boumedienne!

The frun gets underway on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday

When to everyone's delight

The streets are lively and bright

They look like they're at a board meeting.

Just like bi g people.

He looks like a clown.

Look at that little boy crying.

Adults always think they're joyful.

- He's got a girlfriend. - She's a neighbor.

They know each other well.

Good morning, Mayor.

Cute kid! I bet you just love kids.

I hate the little monsters!

Most people adore children. They just annoy me.

They always do what they shouldn't.

But I have a sense of duty.

Well, very good.

- Wide open?. - Yes, thankyou, Patrick.

I'll be late.

Just bring me the coffee and I'll manage.

Thankyou. Hurry up.

- Did you take your sandwich?. - Yes, I did.

- Sure?. - Yes, sure.

Goodbye, Patrick.

- Hello, Monsieur Riffle. - Hello, Patrick.

- Hello, Madame Riffle. - Hello, Patrick.

Are you here to get Laurent?.

Laurent!

Your friend is here. You'll be late!

Coming!

- My hot chocolate is too hot! - Let it cool it in the saucer.

What's so funny?.

Monsieur Seguin's after-shave lotion.

I might buy it for Father's Day.

- How is your father?. - Just fine.

He can read all day, because he bought a machine...

that turns the pages automatically.

I've got to tidy up before we open the store.

"Comfort on the rails"

Hello, young man.

- Good morning, Mme. Riffle. - Hello, Fatima.

Forgetting something?.

Bye, honey.

Now you work hard.

What a pair of eyes!

Damn! She got a great ass!

Look, a moon in broad daylight!

It's mostly during my geography class, there are...

always two in the back playing with themselves under the table.

It's an old school tradition.

They do it to provoke me because I'm a woman...

- or something like that. - Nothing to do with it.

Mine do the same, but in my history class!

History!

I wonder if they're not having a contest.

They sit by two, to share books.

I've seen that quite a lot.

It's part of the process of growing up.

So I wonder if I should ignore them...

- or bring it out in the open. - Use your own judgment.

I once had a bad problem.

One boy who was 2 years older than the others...

was a bit of an exhibitionist.

I took him aside and we talked it over.

- After that he behaved. - It's the same with girls.

In my class in Lyon we had the same stupid problems.

Next year, when we take in girls, we'll have other problems.

When my brother-in-law's class...

went coed, he said some kids reverted back to childhood...

They were intimidated by others problems...

Tolitto's mom sends him to buy a banana and two lemons.

On the way home, there's a bridge.

He drops them in the water. A nun comes by and says:

"What's wrong??" I dropped my lemons and banana.

"I'll get them back!" Then a priest comes by...

Tolitto tells him about the two lemons and the banana.

So they both dive in, naked. After that, the nun grabs...

the priest's dick...

and he gets a hold of the two lemons...

of the nun. So she says...

Take your seats.

Silence, everybody.

Will you please open your grammar books to page 94?.

- Where's your book?. - I don't have it.

- What have you done with it?. - I don't care.

You don't care?. Then stand in the corridor!

Are we all on page 94?.

On the old editions, it's on page 87.

Did your folks give you hell?.

Get lost.

We're selling our books. Come on.

Good morning, sir.

That's some compass! How much?.

- 250 francs. - No discount?.

- 250 francs. No more, no less. - You have the same, cheaper?.

The same kind is the same price!

- Askyour father for Christmas. - It's too much.

I can't afford it.

- Hi, sweetie. - She's hungry.

I'll wait outside, okay?.

So, how can I help you?.

Can I help you?.

I want to sell some books. I don't need them.

But they're this year's. Don't you need them?.

- We'll get new ones next year. - What about your brother?.

- How old are you?. - I'm ten.

- He can use them next year. - They'll be out of date.

-Have you a note from your parents?. -No.

- Even orphans?. - From whoever's responsible.

- There is always someone. - What will we do now?.

- Good-bye, sir. - Good-bye.

- What are you doing here?. - Waiting foryou.

- Gosh! - Do you want it?.

-No. And you?. -What are you gonna do with it?.

May I?.

- Are you gonna sell it?. - Yes.

How about a swap?.

- I want cash! - Cash?.

Yes.

- Here's Golfier. - Hi, guys.

I'll tell you something.

How about lending me 1 0?. Just 'til Monday.

- I can't. - You can't or won't?.

My father gave me 8 francs to get a haircut.

To get a haircut at the barber?.

At the barber.

It's like throwing money out the window!

Don't cry now. It's too late for that.

- Golfier's having a fit! - No allowance for a month!

Hello, Mr. Golfier.

For God's sake!

I don't know how you handle 30 kids.

I'll fix that barber!

- Do you want it parted?. - No. "Divided they fall!"

Tomorrow we open at a quarter to nine.

- We're closed, sir. - I demand an apology!

This is a scandal!

You call this a haircut?.

This is no way to talk to people.

Now, calm down. Be civilized.

I'm calm. What did you do to my son?.

I paid for his haircut.

-Look at him! -I won a gold medal 4 years ago.

Would I butcher him like that?.

You'd better tell us the truth.

- I cut one side, you the other. - Papa says it's best...

when they can't tell you've been to the barber.

- I swear, they'll never know. - Turn around. I can't see.

- That's my side! - Your ass!

Careful!

- Make it even on both sides. - Don't cut my ears.

Now we equalize.

- Equalize on both sides. - All right.

Do it well.

- Lay off my side! - It's my side!

Stop!

-That's better. -I apologize, but when I saw him--

- I understand. - How much?.

I won't accept money. I did it for the honor of the profession.

-Good evening. Did he calm down?. -Yes.

He wanted to pay. I refused.

Ifyou're through, I'll set the table.

- Why not stay for dinner?. - My father's expecting me.

- We could call him, right?. - Good idea.

Mr. Desmouceaux?. This is Mrs. Riffle.

Patrick just finished helping Laurent.

Can he stay fror dinner?

- Of course. It's very kind ofyou. - Good.

Good evening.

Pass me your dish.

- Potatoes. Do you like carrots?. - Not really.

You don't?.

A little bit of green.

Some gravy.

You can start, Patrick.

- Seconds?. - Sure.

Would you like some salad?.

Later. I'd rather have more noodles.

And also a piece of camembert.

- What about fruit?. - A peach.

And maybe grapes.

Thankyou very much foryour frugal meal.

- What is it?. - I was thinking about our vacation.

I'd love to go to Venice.

Hey, boy. You want to make five francs?.

Go up to the 3rd floor left.

If a lady opens the door, give her this note.

- If it's a man?. - Say it's the wrong floor.

Good.

What is it?.

A man told me to give you this message.

- A man?. - Yes.

Good-bye.

Keep your eyes on the road.

The old "crocodile"gave me a dirty lookk.

You should frorget his car and takke care ofrme.

I'll takke care ofryou in Palma.

The wayyou have with this car is touching.

I must protect the Countess.

The film sounds good. You should see it.

Picking up girls is easy.

- But you talk to them. - Okay. I'll talk to them.

Too blankk fror small talkk

Too blue to enjoy a walkk

Store dummies strikke

The only note ofrcheer

As they grin frrom ear to ear

- T oo bad she's by herself. - Go on.

-I don't mind. We'll meet later. -No. We're partners.

- What about them?. - They're three.

- So what?. - We're only two.

There's two. Let's do it.

- Are you sure?. - Wait here.

Come on, Patrick.

I'm not sure we want to see the film.

You promised!

Let me talk it over with my friend.

Two balconies.

- Are you sisters?. - No. She lives next door.

- What class are you in?. - I plan to study hairstyling.

"PATHE NEWSREEL MAGAZINE"

Ourspotlight this weekk is on the one and only Oscar.

Every night the elitejam his dressing room...

as he whistles while he workks.

Oscar was born in 1 945, right after the war.

In 1 944, Madeleine, a prettyyoung Parisian...

Iikke her compatriots, paid tribute...

to the U.S. troops who liberated France.

In this atmosphere ofrjoy...

Oscar's mother-to-be spent the whole night frlirting with...

Peter Nicholson, a G.I. frrom Kentuckky.

Thousands ofrgirls discovered the joys ofr chewing gum...

with the U.S. Army.

Madeleine's frlirtation had an aftermath.

Oscar was born 9 months later...

right after his parents' wedding.

Her gown was white, although a little tight.

They lived happily ever after, though...

Madeleine spokke no English...

and Peter spokke no French.

How would this non-communication afrfrect Oscar?

Would he speakk French or English?

Or would he opt to baby-talkk, or would...

his instincts lead him to speakk Latin or Hebrew?

Unable to speakk, he started to whistle.

Befrore becoming a world-renowned virtuoso...

he made everything clear by whistling.

He was also capable ofr violence.

With a frew shrill trills...

he kknew how to assert his authority.

Ifrnot wisdom-wise, Oscar grew in age.

On the day ofrher frirst communion, he refrused to kkiss his cousin.

She was so mortifried that she entered a convent.

Today, in 1 976, Oscar is now 3 1...

and his handicap has won him frame and frortune.

His motto: "The whistle is mightier than the word!"

And now we takke you to the Caribbean islands.

Under the rising sun, a white boat...

is waiting in the port ofr Curacao.

What idiots!

See how colorfrul the girls at this fractory are.

How happy and conscientious they are.

They frirst catch the cups.

One second too late and the operation is ruined.

But they are frortunately dexterous.

Now, they carefrully frill the cups to the top...

and put them into rackks.

Asyou see, the supervisor checkks each rackk.

A man frrom the Metropole they call "Uncle" teases him.

But here it is likke a big framily.

After a tough selection at each step ofrthe manufracturing...

comes the packkaging.

The merchandise is then sent by tip truckks...

to the loading dockk.

"But it all ends, "seem to thinkk these blackk kkids...

waving little frlags, while appearing on the skkyline...

is the governor's long white car.

The boat lowed likke one ofr our Normandy cows.

Listen to her calling the laggards.

Every boat takkes away with her a bit ofrher country...

and the West Indies are no exception.

A part ofrFrance tookk us to this colorfrul paradise.

Farewell, Caribbean island, and good luckk.

It's my wife. She's having the baby.

I've got to call the hospital.

- There. - Thanks.

- What's going on?. - Lydie's in labor. Help her.

- Have you got the number?. - I'll get the phone book.

I can't believe it! For a maternity.

I think that's the page.

I'm at the Jean Zay building. We need an ambulance.

I'm counting on you.

They said a few minutes. I'll call the elevator.

It's now or never.

So, what about the pictures?.

I feel like talking.

Hey, guys.

Silence! Mr. Richet is a little late.

Be quiet. Don't force me to come back again.

- I know why he's not here. - Why?.

- His wife had a baby. - He even took pictures.

- For magazines?. - I bet they're porno.

That's disgusting.

- Just baby pictures. - That's different.

- A boy or a girl?. - A girl!

Nonidentical twins. You can't tell boy or girl.

- A boy! - A girl!

Nonidentical twins.

Good morning. Sit down.

As you can see, I'm a little late.

It's a special day: I've got a child.

- Girl or boy?. - Boy.

- His name?. - His name is Thomas.

Like tomato.

- How's your wife?. - Well, but she's tired.

- But very happy. - Has he got hair?.

- How big is he?. - 20 inches long!

- Can we see him?. - When he's a little older.

He weighs 6 pounds and 1 2 ounces.

I'm a very happy person today.

- So are we! - So, no blouse!

I had no time to prepare for class.

Let's practice storytelling as best as you can.

Richard Golfier. Please stand up.

Tell us what you did on Sunday.

I got up late. I slept a lot.

- And after?. - I slept a lot. I got up late.

Let's pick another subject.

- Motorcycles?. - Sure. Go ahead.

-Speak louder. -There are many different types.

Suzuki, Triumph, BSA...

BMW, Kawasaki, Peugeot.

Remain seated.

I'll take care of this.

I've just been told that the De Luca brothers...

gave out some toy guns to certain students.

They meant well, but those little guns...

don't really belong to them.

They bought them with money that wasn't theirs.

So, let's have them all back!

A set of numbers.

"E" equals zero, one, two, three, up to eight.

Then what?.

"A" equals...

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I want to buy some flowers.

- What kind?. - I don't know.

A present?. Then I suggest roses.

See?. Each color is a symbol.

"Red rose: Flaming passion"

I'll take the red roses.

Ten more minutes, Mrs. Golfier.

Good morning, Patrick. Are you looking for Laurent?.

No, I came to see you.

- I mean... they're foryou! - For me?.

How sweet!

Please give my thanks to your dad.

"In breast-feeding, new mothers...

may press the infant so tightly...

that the baby can't breathe.

As a result, the baby will resist the feeding...

while the mother feels she's being rejected.

An infant will sense his mother's anxieties.

It's a key factor. It will affect...

his entire future behavior.

He will relate to women...

as he did to his mother!"

Like you and your mother!

- How old is he?. - Born 1 4 days ago.

- On a Sunday, remember?. - In the middle of the night.

- Sometimes he smiles. - Yes?.

Not 'til they're 2 months old.

- Even so, he smiled at me. - Maybe.

- Do you leave him alone?. - No, I'm always with him.

He's got nice ears. He's got my finger.

All babies grab and squeeze.

- When will he grow up?. - One of these days.

Get out! I expected you an hour ago!

I'll manage alone as usual!

What are you talking about?.

It says 1 962! You are only 1 4.

No, 1 6. I changed it to 1 962 to get half-rates.

Sorry. Try somebody else.

Leclou, what are you doing here?.

Did you sleep here?. You are one hour early.

Come in and wash up.

As we could see, comma...

the glowing embers, comma...

The doctor's here for the annual medical checkup.

Let's go, everybody.

- That means you too! - My folks won't let me.

Did they give you a note?.

You go like everybody else.

My parents registered for the Club Mediterrannee.

I prefer Arcachon. My cousin will be there.

Planning your vacations?. Where are you going?.

To summer camp. Boys and girls!

You've got to strip, like us!

- What's going on?. - Leclou won't undress.

- Quiet! - This boy won't undress!

- Bring him in. - Hurry up.

Leclou! Potato bag!

One meter, thirty-six.

Take offyour pants.

Please, close the door.

- Where's the principal?. - We'll look for him.

He's next door.

- It's very important. - What's wrong?.

- It's quite bad! - Let's go see.

- What's going on?. - It's rather serious.

We'll have to call the police!

Here's the Inspector.

- Good morning. - Inspector. Dr. Martigues.

We were doing a routine checkup.

One of the boys was reluctant to undress.

His body is full of bruises, scars, burn marks.

- What does he say?. - What abused kids always say.

- "I fell down!" - Whose class is he in?.

It's Julien Leclou. Miss Petit's class.

Didn't you notice anything?.

Don't look, Mom!

Go fuckyourselves! Get out of here!

This is private property!

Get out!

My kid's happy. He goes to school.

No pictures!

Can you take my class today?.

The police need my testimony.

Go on, and don't worry.

I couldn't sleep. I feel guilty...

because I did not understand.

I was very hard on him.

No, Chantal. You shouldn't feel guilty.

Don't mix up problems.

You have nothing to do with the whole thing.

The kid made it a point to cover up his home life.

Just go.

Some ofyou boys, move over by the window.

I know we are all thinking about Julien Leclou.

It's in the press...

and you've heard your parents talking at home.

Before you go on vacation...

Iet's talk about Julien.

I don't know much more than you do...

but I'll tell you how I feel.

First,Julien will be taken care of by Welfare.

He will be placed in a family.

Wherever he goes, he'll be better off than in his own home...

where, in his own words, "he was beaten!"

His mother shall lose her maternal right.

For Julien, it may be quite a few years before...

he'll know the freedom to come and go as he pleases.

Julien's case is so tragic that we cannot help...

comparing our lives with his.

My own childhood was also quite painful.

I couldn't wait to grow up.

I felt adults had all the rights.

They can lead their lives the way they want.

An unhappy adult can start again from scratch.

But an unhappy child is helpless.

He may not know how to put it in words, but he feels...

that he cannot even contest...

his parents' right to hurt him.

An unloved and battered child feels guilty.

That's what's so tragic!

Of all mankind's injustices...

injustice to children is the most despicable!

Life isn't always fair...

but we can fight for justice.

It's the only way!

It's a slow process, but we do move forward.

All people with power like to claim...

they're impervious to threats.

But they do give in to pressure!

A show of strength is the only way to get results.

Adults understand that...

and they obtain what they ask for by demonstrating.

I want to show that when adults are determined...

they can improve their lot.

But children's rights are totally ignored.

Political parties are not concerned...

with kids like Julien oryou.

Do you know why?. Because children don't vote!

If kids had the right to vote...

they'd have better schools, sports facilities.

You'd get them because politicians need your votes.

You could come to school an hour later in winter...

instead of rushing out before daylight.

I also want to say, because of my own childhood...

I feel kids rate a better deal.

That's why I became a schoolteacher.

Life isn't easy.

You must steel yourselves to face it.

I don't mean "hard-boiled!" I'm talking about stamina!

Some of us who've had a difficult childhood...

are better equipped for adult life...

than those who were overprotected with love.

It's the law of compensation.

Life may be hard, but it's also wonderful.

When we're confined to sickbed...

we can't wait to get out and enjoy life.

We sometimes forget how much we really love it.

You're about to go on vacation.

You will discover new places...

and make new friends.

In September, you'll move up a grade.

We'll enroll both boys and girls.

Time flies. Before long, you'll have kids ofyour own.

Ifyou love them, they'll love you.

If they don't feel you love them...

they'll transfer their love and tenderness to other people...

or other things.

That's life! Each of us needs to be loved!

Well, boys, school is over. Have a happy vacation!

2 miles and a halfr wears out

2 miles and a halfr wears out one's shoes

3 miles and a halfr wears out

3 miles and a halfr wears out one's shoes

"Dear cousin: It frinally happened!

On the train on the way to camp, I noticed him.

I could tell he likked me too. His name's Patrickk.

Yesterday, we watched the bikke races.

Naturally, we only had eyes fror each other.

Today, during lunch, I had to go to the bathroom. "

Hold my apple for me. I've got to pee.

Let's have some fun with Patrick!

- You calling me?. - Yes. Did you see Martine?.

She went out to kiss you.

Go! She's waiting foryou.

Did Patrick find you?.

He went out to kiss you.

"Girls' Dormitory"

"Boys' Dormitory"

"And when we returned, what a riot!"

"The town ofThiers and its inhabitants"