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Sir! Sir!

- Do you need anything?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- Mr. Hoffman?
- Yes.

Forgive me.

- Hello.
- After you.

- You've been told the situation?
- More or less.

Mr. Capadis was having
a tough time, but...

We're all completely shocked.

A terrible trauma for his colleagues
and for the kids, a tragedy.

How are they taking it?

They don't talk about it much.

You'll see, they're unusual students.

They don't express their feelings.

Let me reassure you,
St Joseph's has an excellent reputation.

Yes, I can confirm that.

Your 9th-1 students have
the best grades in the academy.

It's a pilot program,
made up of IAC.

I want their grades
to be up to our standards.

What's "IAC"?

"Intellectually Advanced Children."

I'm more ADHD than IAC!

Pay particular attention to them.

- They witnessed the tragedy.
- OK.

- I'll do my best.
- I'm sure you will.

Here's your timetable.

If you have any questions
ask Françoise.

OK, thank you.

Hello. Pierre Hoffman.

- I'm replacing Mr. Capadis.
- I know. Are you OK?

Yeah.
Are you the only non-smoker?

I smoke, but never cigarettes
and not with them.

- Mr. Hoffman, how are you?
- Fine, thanks.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

Excuse me.
This is Pierre Hoffman.

Eric's replacement.

Mr. Vattel, Latin.

It's his first day, so please

give him a warm welcome.

I'm sure you will.

Hello. Michel, biology.

Hi, I'm Steve, math.

OK, see you at lunchtime?

Not this lunchtime.
I have to show you around.

Then, we have administrative matters
and you can try our cuisine.

I wouldn't call it "cuisine".

Really?

"Hoffman"...
Can you eat normal food?

Sure.

- Have you met?
- Briefly.

Catherine Accetto, she teaches music
and runs the choir.

She lost her son and her husband
in a car accident.

She was driving.

If she sometimes seems absent,
don't take it personally.

Hello, sir.

No need to stand.

I'm replacing Mr. Capadis
for a few weeks.

- Anyone absent?
- No.

No?

- Just 12 of you?
- Yes.

Great. We can work in good conditions.

Who are the representatives?

- What's your name?
- Dimitri Corto, sir.

Apolline Brossard.

Apolline, would you please hand
these forms out to your classmates?

- Yes?
- Do you know if Mr. Capadis will die?

I don't know.
I know he's in an induced coma.

- What's your name again?
- Dimitri Corto.

I'm also your homeroom teacher.

So, don't hesitate to come to me.
I know it's a tough time.

No need.
We have psychologists who come

on Wednesdays and Fridays.

OK. It's important
to externalize your anxiety

and your suffering.

- What's your name?
- Clara Sorman.

How old are you?

I'm 40.

Why are you still a substitute?

Because I resumed my studies
a few years ago.

And I'm in the process of...

writing my thesis on an author
from Prague called Kafka.

Does anyone know him?

Oh, OK...

I was told you were
top students. Good.

In the form Apolline handed out,
there are questions on your daily life.

Who are you writing to?

To Audrey on WhatsApp.

Can't she leave you alone?

What's this replacement for?

Depression? Prostate cancer?

He jumped out of the window
in front of his students.

I don't believe you.

What a damn nightmare!

At least it's clear.

To get a job, it's friends
in high places or defenestration.

I'll show you something.

There are 6 kids who'll be a pain.

Look at their answers
to question 8.

"What job would you like to do?"

What have we got?

"Checkout assistant."

"Chambermaid."

They're the best students
in the academy.

Oh, yeah, very ambitious.

"Packer."

"Checkout assistant" twice.
Weird. Did they cheat?

"Food-processing worker."

"Replacement teacher."
That's a slap in your face!

You should've seen the welcome.

So arrogant.

Are they, like, exceptionally gifted?

In elementary school,
they got great grades.

So, the principal put them
in an elite class.

It's a bit experimental.

I don't know why they chose me.

You were the last on the list.

- Or the others killed themselves, too.
- Yeah!

What?

- Is that a new one?
- No.

Jeez, she's a pain in the ass!

Yeah?

I said I was coming.

Don't jump down my throat.

I'll be there in 10 seconds.

Who do you belong to?

Beat it.

Scram!

OK. Thanks for this initiative.

Turn to page 77,

please.

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

If Mr. Capadis doesn't wake up,
what'll happen to us?

Meaning?

Will you stay
till the end of the year?

Yes, that's what's planned.

Why?

We're a bit ahead of the curriculum.

As we have our exams soon,
we don't want to waste time.

I know.

Don't worry,
I was given your grades.

Think you're up to it?

- Here we go again.
- What?

- You're such a pain.
- I can ask a question.

- That's not a question.
- He's right.

He hasn't started teaching yet.

OK, clearly, there's a problem.

Explain.

Sir,

let's not waste more time.

OK, Apolline.
But I'll answer your question.

I may only be a... replacement teacher,

but I know where you're at.

Alright?

Don't worry.

By the way,
the teachers' meeting is on Friday.

I don't know you well yet,

I'll just be speaking
on behalf of Mr. Capadis.

So, page 77.

You have 10 minutes to read
the text by Gérard de Nerval.

Then, tell me

who the narrator is.

Then, rewrite lines 1 to 10,
replacing the pronoun "I" with "she".

What now?

We've already studied it, sir.

We don't work like that anymore.

We've already started
studying dissertation.

But that's...

- That's next year's curriculum.
- We told you.

We're a bit ahead.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Apolline.

Come back here!

Come here!

Are you OK? Did he hurt you?

Who was it? Tell me.

Forget it. They're stupid.

We can't do nothing.

There's no point.

Change your tone of voice!

- Sir, are you left-wing?
- What?

Socialists and Communists defend
the oppressed, even against their will.

Nonsense!
Go start studying for university now!

Tell your parents
not to talk politics over dinner.

Silence! Sit down.

Quiet! Come on, sit down.

Michel, what about Sylvain?

I have nothing to add.
He's done very well.

Sylvain, as usual, very good.

I think he'll surprise us
by the end of the year.

- So, Highest Honors, yes?
- Yes.

- We all agree.
- It couldn't be anything else.

Now, Brice Toutain.

Any remarks on Brice?

I think he's coasting.

I'd like him to show more character.

Brice is less mature

than his classmates,
but he's endearing

and sensitive...

And you, Catherine?

- Alright?
- No, disastrous.

- Why?
- What's wrong?

- Doesn't he sing?
- He does.

But very badly. It's high,
then low, then high again.

Well, his voice is changing!

- It's not his work.
- Oh, his voice is changing!

- Yes.
- Well, it's unbearable.

Let's be serious.

So, there's a problem with Brice.

- No.
- Yes.

It may not be connected,

but I saw a student slap him.

Slap him?

Did he tell you two?

If he has a problem with someone,
tell us.

As you can imagine, Mr. Hoffman,
we inspire a certain jealousy in others.

We have to contend
with other students' mediocrity.

We've always managed it intelligently.

You must tell us when it happens.

If it was really serious,
we would have gone to you.

Let's move on.

Well, if I look
at Brice Toutain's grades,

they're fine: an average
of 16.75 out of 20.

It's very good.
He deserves Highest Honors.

Excuse me,
but after what we've just heard,

that seems a little excessive.

Françoise...

Look, if our goal isn't to aim
for excellence anymore,

you should tell me.

What do you think of

"Brice still needs to assert himself.
Excellent student

nonetheless. Honors". OK?

Perfect.

Good compromise.

I'm not in the best position
to talk about 9th-1,

since I've only known them a few days,

but I expect
more participation from them.

I'm here for you,
and you should trust me.

One doesn't get over
witnessing a teacher's suicide easily.

When we're in your class,

we see Mr. Capadis's face,
not yours.

He taught us for 4 years.

So, for now,

we have no wish to replace him.

To answer you,

we'll try to participate more.

Good.

We'll finish with you, Apolline.

Goodbye.

- Mr. Poncin...
- Yes?

Is the Château de Tourvière confirmed?

What do you think?
Should we keep the weekend scheduled?

What?

After what happened to Mr. Capadis,

isn't the party somewhat inappropriate?

We could organize
a small graduation ceremony here.

You know
that weekend is very important to us.

When we leave, it'll never be
the same again. We'll be apart.

- Don't do that to us.
- It was just a question.

If you insist, don't worry.

Everything's been approved by city hall.

We'll do as you wish.

Have a good vacation.

And try to get some rest.

Mr. Hoffman, don't forget
to pick up your cigarette.

It takes nearly 2 years to decompose.

Hidden ID

Hello. I can't hear anything.

I can't hear a thing.

Jeez!

Here's a poem,
"The Sleeper in the Valley".

It's on next year's curriculum.
This will please Apolline.

Pass them around.

Is Brice absent?

Yes.

Since this morning.

- Anyone know why?
- No.

We'll read it aloud.
Clara, the 1st verse, please.

"It's a green hollow
where a river sings

Madly catching
silver tatters in the grass

Where the sun
from the proud mountain shines

It's a valley foaming with light"

Sylvain.

"A young soldier,
mouth open, head bare

And neck bathed in
the cool blue cress, sleeps

Lying in the grass, under the sky

Pale where the light rains
on his green bed"

Apolline.

Sorry.

Go sit down, Brice.

Are you OK, Brice?

What happened?

I'll leave you to it.

Were you beaten up?

Keep focused.

Are you OK?

Are you able to work?
Are you sure?

Read the text to yourselves,

then answer 2 questions.

What does the poet denounce?

How does the last line
invite a rereading?

Quiet, Clara.

- What's going on?
- Leave me alone.

- Who did it?
- I won't say.

- Won't or can't?
- I don't want to.

Stop acting
like you're concerned about us.

- What happened to Brice?
- His parents found him like that.

Some kids beat him up
to steal 25 euros.

- Is that your only reaction?
- I don't understand.

Don't you?

A kid's covered in bruises.
No-one speaks out.

Did the parents press charges?

No. Brice doesn't want to.

He's scared.

Only natural. It was 5 thugs.
We know their kind.

Are we certain?

It could be kids here.

I saw him get slapped.

Attacks like this outside school
happen every week.

It's a matter of political choices.

We're an educational institution.

Outside school,
we can't get involved.

Have there been problems
within that class?

Not to our knowledge.

They've always been very close.

They stick together.

- Film us, Brice.
- Sure, but don't go too fast.

Don't look at your feet.
Look ahead.

When you can, raise one hand.

Are you filming?

- Is that the fire alarm?
- No, the intruder alarm.

Have you done it before?

It's the 3rd time this year.

So...

You must get down.

Clear your desk.

So the terrorists think
the room's empty.

Put your phone in airplane mode
in case you get a call.

Was that you?

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Alright?

Go on, David.

Come on, David, come on.

Your turn, Brice.

OK, are you ready?

Wait.

It's OK.

Wait, it hurts.

Don't say it hurts!

Say it doesn't.

- Say it!
- It doesn't hurt.

- I can't hear you. Louder!
- It doesn't hurt.

I can't feel a thing.

That's good, Brice.

Good.

One day, we had to admit
only money interested them.

We couldn't see
what else they were up to,

why they endangered our lives.

They didn't heed our warnings.

Another day,

we had to admit
it wasn't about money and profit

but about their collective suicide.

Answer me!

What're you doing?
Paulin, let go!

We're sick of them!

- What's wrong?
- They judge us!

He won't answer.
They're so full of shit.

Calm down.
Why won't you?

Contempt erases insult quicker.

- Shut up! Listen to him!
- Just calm down.

Go inside.
You all know the safety rules.

Everyone, inside. Go on.

Go on, in you go.
Go inside.

So superior!
Poncin's little faggots!

Learn to speak properly.
Use complete sentences.

Filthy Jew!

What did you say?

"Jew" is an insult?
Is that your problem?

- Sure it is!
- Oh, yeah?

Apologize or I'll have you suspended!

- You can't grab me!
- Can't I?

- My dad will get you fired!
- Will he?

You don't know who he is.
Get off!

Everybody, inside!

Let me see.

It's not that bad.

That doesn't hurt?

Oh, it's all over me.

- You have tattoos?
- Yeah.

Show me.

Holy shit!
Where did you get it done?

My buddy's a tattoo artist.

I have one either side.

They're the same?
You're a hunk, too!

Look at this.

It's not finished. Cool, huh?

Yeah.

On the knee, it hurts like hell.

I don't recommend it. Don't do it.

I see.
Am I disturbing you?

- No, he...
- He's sucking me off.

He's so good at it,
I'll let you try!

You don't mind, Pierre?
You are good.

- Ouch!
- I'm only joking.

What's going on?
You're bleeding?

It's just the heat.
It makes my nose bleed.

Want to come for a drink
on Friday night?

No, thanks.

Come on.

- Cathy!
- What?

Cathy, take your music books
and come with us!

Come with us, Cathy!

The music they play is insane!

Your ears are gonna bleed!

That's just what I need.
Loud music to shake my booty to.

Can I come, too?

Well... sure...

Françoise, if you want to,
of course.

Great. See you later.

See you on Friday.

Mr. Hoffman!

Why did you stick up
for David this morning?

Paulin was hitting him.

David was fine.
You shouldn't have intervened.

Are you joking?

I know it's not easy for you here.

The more arrogant you are,
the more hassle you'll get!

Just stop it.

You're just isolating yourself more.

The others rejected us.

I know.

But make your own way.
And I don't know...

Be a bit more light-hearted.

You're young and bright,
you have great grades.

Trust in the future.

It's too late. There is no future.

What's that cliché?
Full of romantic spleen...

You won't face up to the truth.

Those kids are insane!

Maybe they'll shoot everyone,
like in Columbine.

Go to the cops if you think that.

- Even you don't believe me.
- What're they doing?

They're just a bit weird
and worried about the planet.

They were going to suffocate him
with a plastic bag.

- You'd have freaked out, too.
- No, they're just teenagers.

They're testing their limits.
Can you lend a hand?

- Are they goths?
- No, they're poor little rich kids.

At their age, I started smoking joints.

I drove my dad's car, blind drunk.

Come here, honey.

- I even fucked my cousin.
- You were the cool one!

I didn't say that.
Isn't she pretty?

It's not teenage kicks.
They're training not to feel pain.

Hold her.
Talk to the principal.

- Did you do that already?
- Yes, he doesn't care.

He just cares
about his school's ranking.

And your colleagues?

What do they say?

They think they'll grow out of it.

Well, they're right.
What can I tell you?

What's the matter?
Look, you've made her cry.

Relax.
You're not doing much these days.

Do something.

Just do something.

Have you been getting laid?

No. See?

You need to get laid.
Close the doors.

I'll finish with an excerpt
from J.G. Ballard's "Drought".

"On the shores
turned into sand and salt dunes,

we tear from the sea
a few puddles, seaweed,

and fish to barter.

In the empty sky,
there is only windswept dust.

The obsession with water
is the only reason to exist.

It's become the cause
of a dark, cold maleficence."

Pierre...

I just don't get it.

What?

What do you see in him?

I don't know.
He looks happy, that's a start.

- Aren't you with anyone?
- No.

I am, but he just had a kid.

I see. Not very encouraging.

With Steve,
it doesn't look good, either.

I'm scared of commitment.

Of finishing my thesis, too.

And of getting old. And of death.

And of people who are scared, too.

Fear is contagious.

Sorry, but it's true.

Wow, Françoise...

That's hot!

The wild panther!

Come dance, Pierre.

No, thanks.

Catherine, let him have some fun.

'Evening. Are you well?

Why are you here?
Do your parents know?

This bar is my uncle's.

Did Michel say
it used to be a hooker bar?

You're drinking beer, too?

How old were you
when you first drank beer?

I'll get us another drink.

Tell Arthur, the barman, it's on me.

Look, I'm OK, Dimitri, thanks.

- It's weird to react like that.
- Just stop it.

Stop what?

A kid shouldn't buy
his teacher a drink in a bar.

I like to come and watch
people dancing.

Are you OK, Mr. Hoffman?

Cut out this crap!

I'll call the cops, I warn you!

Talk to me.

What?

Me?

Nothing.

Why stare at me?

I'm not, sir.

You're not staring?

No.

So, work.

- Dimitri, what's that?
- Nothing, sir.

Give me that phone.

- What's that?
- Euphytose.

I'm to take it
when I get anxious.

- Your phone.
- I don't have one.

I'll empty your damn bag!

I've never had one.
Ask the others.

They're against them.

Shut up!

It's the radiation...

Just work!

Mr. Poncin should ban them.

You're like a broken record.
Give us a break!

What?

Your phone was made
by 5-year-old kids.

Shut up!
Don't change the subject.

No-one's leaving here till I know
who's phoning me. Is that clear?

Tell me
or it's 2 hours' detention.

- We've done nothing.
- 4 hours if you speak.

Your punishment
is excessive and groundless.

We won't do detention,
it isn't justified.

Sit down... Sit down!

When in danger,
we're entitled to leave.

So, we're authorized
to leave the room.

Jeez...

- What now?
- Nothing.

Get out!

Now!

Go on.

Stop it!

- Now?
- Yes, get ready, Clara.

- Another layer?
- Yes.

I'll tear it.

Ready?

3, 2, 1...

- She wants to come up.
- No, she has to last longer.

- Another 20 seconds.
- Are you sure?

Longer.

Don't let her back up.

Longer.

Keep her under.

Stop filming me.

Shit!

Faster. Put some rhythm into it!

You don't look too good.

Is Steve the problem?

My computer was stolen from my home.

Months of work for my thesis gone.

Shit!
Didn't you back it up?

I'm sure it's them.

Who?

Apolline, Dimitri, and the others.

Why would they?

They want to drive me crazy.

- They're dangerous.
- Pierre...

They want me to copy Capadis.

No way!

That's nonsense!

You need to take a break.

Why do you do this?

I had to.

You were too shy
to make the first move.

What the hell?!

You're all crazy here.

Quarry

I've finished.
Can I go fill my water bottle?

The test is over in 15 minutes.
You can wait.

I need a pill for stomach ache.

Sure.

Go on, Apolline.
Mr. Hoffman will accompany you.

What're you doing, Apolline?

OK, Apolline, come out of there.

What were you doing?

Mr. Hoffman...

I wanted to ask you...

A DVD's missing in the box.

Could you put it back?

It's very important to us.

Why do you do it?

What are these DVDs?

We think they're beautiful objects.
Don't you?

It's a bit vintage.
It's your generation.

You've got something planned.

It's for this weekend, right?

What've you got planned?

You want something
to happen in your life?

Why? To fill an empty space?

I think we should go back.

They'll find it strange
that we've stayed here so long.

Dimitri feels bad
because of you.

What?

Come on...

We've all seen
the way you eye him greedily.

Samuel Tourviel de la Broue.

Is your father OK?

David Chouraki!

Brice Toutain!

Brice Toutain?

Isn't Brice here?

He'll be here.

Johanna Combe.

Johanna...

- Dimitri Corto.
- Present, ma'am.

Loïc Devaut.

Yes, hello?

Yes. Oh, hello, Mr. Toutain.

What's wrong?

Really? Oh, poor thing.

He'll be so disappointed.

I'll call you this afternoon
with his exam results. Goodbye.

What is it?

Brice is in bed with food poisoning.

So...

Catherine!

Dimitri Corto,

you've achieved an average of 19.65

out of 20.

Bravo, Dimitri.

Clara Sorman.

Your average has shot up
to an excellent 19.8 out of 20.

Bravo, my dear Clara.

And last but not least,
we conclude with Apolline Brossard

who obtained the best grade
in the academy:

a perfect 20 out of 20.

Congratulations.

You do us proud.

Bravo.

Let's have a photo
with the mayor and the 9th-1 class.

Come here.

What are you looking for,
Mr. Hoffman?

Where were you?

Here.
We were brushing our teeth.

You're obsessed by us.

He loves to spy on us.

Go with the others.

We'd rather go to bed.

Have a good time.

What're you doing here?

I'm looking for the bathroom, sir.
I need to poop.

Go back to your rooms.

Pierre, what's wrong?

- Apolline and Clara aren't in bed.
- What?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

We need to call the cops.

Yes, hello?

Come right away.

We're at the Château de Tourvière.

It's serious.
Some students have disappeared.

What's going on?

They've gone.

- Who?
- All 5 of them.

- Find them?
- No. I knew they were up to something.

The bus...

What?

Shit! They've taken a bus.

Where the hell are they?

There they are.

Faster, faster.

Apolline! Stop!

Stop!

- What're they up to?
- Who's driving?

- There's Pierre and Steve!
- What?

Faster!

- I can't!
- Faster, dammit!

Quarry

Oh, shit!

They're gonna drive off.
Faster!

What's going on?

Stop them!

Overtake 'em!

They're gonna overtake us!

Faster, I beg you!

Go right!

Faster, Dimitri!

Now left!

Overtake 'em, dammit!

Go on!

Pull over!

Pull over, dammit!

Brake, brake!

Brake!

Don't hit him!

Avoid him!

You OK?

Are you OK?

Don't move.
Help's on its way.

Don't move.

In a few days' time, we'll all be dead.

Maybe some of you will be sorry.

Our families will be sad,
but we're sure of our choice.

We're sure we have no choice.

We are 6 kids

who may be too lucid.

This footage is our testimony
to the old world.

That of decline...

and farewells.

Your turn.

SCHOOL'S OUT

Subtitles: J. Miller, a.s.i.f.

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