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For it to be a crime,

there has to be a personal reason.

A personal motive.

But if it happens by chance...

[rustling]

[voice squeaking]

[door slams] [footsteps]

[door closes] [heavy breathing]

We're outside.

Let's go.

I know why you're scared.

You're scared you'll dream about her.

Aren't you?

She was just a whore.

- We didn't know her. - Exactly.

She was a whore.

End of story.

What?

She scratched you.

Hi mum.

There you are.

We need six eggs, go and buy them.

Hurry up, it's going to close!

I'm fed up with my boss...

Pass me the bread.

So?

What's up with your mother?

I'm fed up with her. [door slams]

[spits]

[faint news report]

...the Mayor of Paris appears in court

on Wednesday as a witness.

Finally, a murder mystery in Montparnasse,

at 20 Delambre Street...

Isn't that your street?

...the body of a 35 years old female was discovered this morning

without sign of a robbery

or sexual assault.

The police believe the murder was committed around 12 yesterday

and are asking anyone with information

to contact the local police station.

Racing results: Telepathy won the...

Maybe she was a customer.

Where did I put my students essays...

I'm late.

Come on...

State Education can't wait, my love.

A kiss?

Kiss kiss!

[door closes]

And to think she lived right here. I never saw her.

To be killed in her home...

I'm a bit scared now.

No...

So...

Look at me.

Look down.

Wow... Beautiful!

Let's have a look.

So?

- You like them? - Yes.

Show your mother how smart you look.

You look great. They fit you perfectly.

What do you say? [knocking]

[kisses]

I'll finish up.

What are you doing here?

I was in the area so I thought I'd stop by.

Are you free tonight? You, me, red wine?

With your lovely dress.

- What? - I have a romantic dinner!

Sacha, me and some Italian ham...

- You're always having romantic dinners. - I can't get enough.

What's going on?

A woman was killed yesterday.

Maybe she brought home some crazy guy.

Beware!

This subject on liberty clearly inspired you.

Especially you, Thomas.

Eight pages... Four was enough.

- What's your grade? - C.

Can do better...

Much better, Pierre. I wish you were as eloquent in class.

Damien, you write like a spider. I know you do your homework

just before class, that's no excuse. Next time, I'll mark you down.

- He got an A... - Thomas, a question?

It seems like I didn't get it?

No, it was a good work.

But you do like everybody else, you only quote philosophers.

It's important, of course,

but I'd like more examples.

In an essay, we don't expect you to reproduce the lessons.

You have to show how the issues strike a chord in your own lives.

In life.

Damien, your theory on liberty...

It's very interesting.

"Only chance can bring you freedom"

It's intriguing.

The idea may seem strange at first,

but he supports it with a concrete example:

a murder without motive.

"Killing somebody you don't even know"

This example allows him to support a personal take.

In theory, it's seductive.

But in reality, it's plain stupid.

No, it's not stupid.

And it's not a theory.

You told us Freud thought that not believing in chance

gives sense to everything. Or that God decides on everything.

We never do anything by chance.

- There's always a reason... - For it to be a crime,

it has to be a personal reason. A personal motive.

But if it happens by chance...

Indeed. The importance of chance...

[door chime]

The sky might be grey but I say it's Summer.

If only...

You didn't give me your holiday dates.

Sacha's parents want us to go to their holiday home.

If I go kayaking once more in Ardèche, I'll drown myself.

But it's beautiful there.

I know. But I found this lovely little house in Picardy.

With no telephone line, cut off from the world.

Indeed, how can you resist...

Always looking for the impossible?

You missed some action on Saturday. The police came.

Here?

They were doing door to door in the area.

I told them we didn't see anything.

Did you find out more about the murder?

No. Neither did they.

They have nothing for the moment.

Except the concierge says she's seen two boys.

It's Damien, I'm not here. Leave a message and I'll call you back...

...or not.

I know my son.

François likes fruit.

Apple pie...

What do you think?

Too bad for him, your mother likes chocolate,

let's buy... that one.

Still studying the Great War?

No, we've moved on.

Finally.

They had a hard time.

Do you remember Black Thursday?

I'm not a dinosaur.

Next thing you know I was there for the Dreyfus case!

In 1929 you were nine,

right?

I remember when I was nine.

A long time ago.

But I remember.

The Great Depression, the 30s...

In Clermont,

my parents had their grocery store.

I liked them.

But they were stupid.

They never read the newspapers, they were always worried.

I always hated this stupidity and small mindedness of shop keepers.

I wanted to...

expand my mind.

To understand things.

I took examinations for it.

And then...

Then...

[bells chiming]

Class has already started.

What's going on?

Alright then.

Let's forget about the class.

Fancy a seafood platter?

I'll pay, of course.

Come on!

Don't forget that Easter holidays are in one week,

we'll be in Brittany.

They won't bother us.

We'll go to the rugged coast.

We'll catch prawns like in the old days.

You really think that in five years, someone will tell us off

for skipping school today?

It's less important than we think.

It's nothing.

While I am at it,

we might go to the swimming-pool, so take your cap.

We'll have a bottle.

- Are you sure you're 18? - No, why?

Stop it!

Yes, of course we are.

It's not there?

- Sure you forgot it here? - Yes.

Hands up.

Thank you Madam.

Our "Chanel bitch" is early, today.

[laughs]

As for "gothic missus with dog", she's alone at lunchtime.

The next one?

No.

The second one.

Chance...

is God's way of remaining anonymous.

I'm hungry.

- Yes, I'm seeing someone. - A little jerk!

I need to live a bit more.

Don't give me that look...

[music playing]

Come on, Mum!

They'll be here in a moment. I haven't prepared anything.

Look, I'll put a record on.

Do you know Alice Snow?

Of course. Everyone at school loves her.

My classmates say Mrs Kaplan looks like her.

Your philosophy teacher looks like that?

[drum beat]

♪ [female vocalist singing in English] Never know how much I love you ♪

Is that a new tie?

♪ Never know how much I care ♪

It's as old as the world.

♪ When you put your arms around me ♪

♪ I get a fever that's so hard to bear ♪

♪ You give me fever when you kiss me ♪

♪ Fever when you hold me tight ♪

♪ Fever in the mornin' ♪

♪ A fever all through the night ♪

♪ Sun lights up the day time ♪

♪ Moon lights up the night ♪

♪ I light up when you call my name ♪

♪ And you know I'm gonna treat you right ♪

♪ You give me fever ♪

No!

Fever!

Fever!

THE WOMAN OF THE DELAMBRE STREET: TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE

"According to the investigators, the woman was knocked out

"before being strangl..."

[car horn]

"The police hope the DNA found under her nails

"will match with one of their files".

"For in cases like this,

we often have to deal with recidivists".

[door chime]

Hello.

- Nice to see you, it's been a while. - My packet is empty.

- Still "Blue Herbs"? - Of course.

I've just got in some fresh.

Isn't it your grand-son who comes to help you?

- What's his name again? - Pierre.

How is he?

He's not sleeping, he's nervous.

His mother is being difficult.

- So he's not sleeping... - With graduation coming up,

they're expected to know what they want.

It's tough for young people nowadays.

Nobody listens to them...

Just because they're young, they meant to be happy.

And what about the two boys from the Delambre Street?

You know, it's the concierge

who thinks it was young people.

The police think differently.

Maybe...

Maybe that's all they can do.

Some people say that they weren't local.

We know the French, it's never their fault.

What?

I know what I'm saying.

- Like you didn't know better than me. - Thank you, bye.

Have a nice day.

You're just like your father. You'd like to see them all dead.

That's all you want.

All right, I'll stop talking.

- I'm sick of sex maniacs. - Did you call me?

Apparently, he was caught with the art teacher in a classroom.

Now, we call it the 69 room.

But it's true!

So what? You wear hot pants.

You like to be looked at.

- Great... I'll get myself a can. - Can you bring me one?

Can you take over?

It hurts right here. It's awful.

A little higher.

Yes, perfect.

You're saving my life.

It's the best job in the world.

- Teacher? - Sports teacher.

It sucks.

You look at girls all day long without being arrested for pedophilia.

It's a lazy person's job...

Precisely, you're paid for it. That's the thing.

It's not what I want to do...

What do you want to do?

When I was a kid, I wanted to be

a sort of... detective.

I like following people.

What?

We're talking bullshit. Can't you laugh?

I wasn't kidding.

Pierre, you got nothing to say?

He thinks like me.

But he's too captivated by your neck to say so.

You talk a lot, but he's got a talent for it.

[bell rings]

Spinoza chooses a telling example

to illustrate the lack of freedom of an action.

"Running away from an escaped lion". Simple, right?

[whispering] Pierre.

Imagine yourself in front of the animal.

Naturally, you run.

Is it a free act?

Do you think Florence hates me?

- Maybe she makes voodoo dolls of me. - I'm not talking to you.

What have I done?

Pierre!

Where are you going?

Wait!

What's your problem?

Nothing, calm down...

If you want everyone to know, write it on your forehead!

No one will ever suspect you!

[door closes]

Have you seen the time?

- Where is your father? - How should I know?

I can stop making dinner!

All right, no one died...

[door slams]

It's you, Pierre.

Move over, you're hurting me.

It's because I love you.

That is sweet.

- Why did your mother yell? - You heard?

Leave it, it's cold.

I'm hot, I'm always hot. One day, it'll kill me.

Sure...

- Doesn't she remind you of someone? - No.

The Delambre Street woman, in my magazine.

"Detective"? Great literature...

"Too beautiful to die"

"Too beautiful to die"!

[giggles]

Stop it, please! Stop it!

Stop it, please! Stop it!

Thank you. Goodbye!

[applause]

[applause]

[snapping fingers]

♪ Never know how much I love you ♪

♪ Never know how much I care ♪

♪ When you put your arms around me ♪

♪ I get a fever that's so hard to bear ♪

♪ You give me fever ♪

♪ when you kiss me ♪

♪ Fever when you hold me tight ♪

♪ Fever ♪

♪ when you kiss me ♪

♪ A fever all through the night ♪

♪ Sun lights up the morning ♪

♪ Moon lights up the night ♪

♪ I light up when you call my name ♪

♪ And you know I'm gonna treat you right ♪

♪ You give me fever when you kiss me ♪

♪ Fever when you hold me tight ♪ [loud noise]

[footsteps]

[chatter]

One, two, three.

...no Jews in cinema, in the radio, or in the press.

You see, this is Darquier,

the General Commissioner for Jewish Questions.

In 1978, he declared in an interview...

...that "only lice were gassed" in Auschwitz.

She's gonna cry!

He pretends the whole thing was a conspiracy...

Did you buy the book on Eichmann the teacher wanted us to read?

[glass shattering]

Sorry, Didier.

Sorry, we'll clean up.

Did you know that Pierre's grandparents were deported?

- Really? - Yes, to Auschwitz.

Damn...

- Deciding match ? - Yes!

It's only his grandmother.

What?

It's only Pierre's grandmother who was deported, not his grandfather.

What's the difference?

Where were we?

- Pierre? - Yes, sorry.

One, two, three,

go!

Thanks for the flowers.

It'd be a shame to let theme wither while we're in Belle-Ile.

I'll bring them to your mother tomorrow.

No, she doesn't deserve them.

What are you saying?

I like your mother, you know.

I hope you're not too hard on her.

When you were my age,

what was your dream?

I already told you how it was in Clermont-Ferrand.

I took examinations.

I didn't have time to dream...

Examinations?

To enter the public service.

I was in the administration.

But you must have had some dreams?

At your age, I was already working.

What mattered to me was to do the job well.

Ok...

- But what were you thinking? - Damn it, nothing!

What's with all the questions?

Sorry.

I'm very tired.

I'm going to take a nap.

Would you wake me up in an hour?

It's just the exams...

You must be on your lunch break,

what did I want to say...

I know:

I'm thinking of you.

Well...

I'm sorry, I don't know how this machine works.

Love you.

TO RENT.

[knocking]

Damien?

[knocking]

[gasps]

Did you sleep a bit?

Yes...

Sorry.

When you came in,

I was so cold.

You've got a fever, haven't you?

Are you sure you can go back to school?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I can see you're not well...

I want to leave.

I'm suffocating.

- You can't complain. - I know...

It's just an idea.

It's stupid.

I mean...

I'd like to...

- do like you. - Like me?

Get a grip on my life, leave.

But it was completely different!

I had reasons to leave.

- You wanted to escape? - "Escape"!

It was Liberation.

It was chaos.

New ministries were created, I tried my luck.

I went to Paris.

Where I was,

no one enjoyed it.

Always on edge,

with all those annoying...

trials!

Look at them now.

Still whipping themselves.

"Crime against humanity"!

I know, it's trendy.

Sometimes, there are some situations, some circumstances...

What can we do?

For it to be a crime, there has to be a personal reason...

A personal motive.

But if we are following orders...

What did you say?

Why harping on about it?

Life goes on.

It doesn't make us Maurice Papon.

It doesn't make us Maurice Papon.

There you are.

Where were you?

Ready for the "rugged coast"?

We're not going to Brittany.

Why not?

Would you come to my place for the holidays?

Yes, of course.

I'll be right back.

[running up stairs]

[running up stairs]

- It's not the best picture. - That's you?

I was skiing...

They're disappointed too... They have their exams, you know...

Not this one.

Hold on.

Rene is very disappointed not to see you in Belle-Ile.

I said you had to prepare for your exams, but he insists.

If ever you change your mind, you still have a room.

No, they're just hanging out together.

[laughs]

It's not the same. We never talked about following orders.

Orders, chance... He only switched a word!

- It was my sentence! - So what?

So, what's behind it?

No, you're just fantasizing. He wouldn't do such a thing.

It's Rene, your grandpa!

It's Rene, your grandpa!

Pierre?

Do I look like him?

Still thinking about him?

Of course.

Sleep.

I can't think of anything else.

I'm sure you can find archives. Everything is on the web.

Even Clermont-Ferrand...

- What do I look for? - Type the name.

[typing]

"Hersant, bed and breakfast..." Not that.

And there? "Our ancestors"

Below.

Scroll up.

"Went to court", click on it.

"Born in 1707 in Brittany..."

Definitely not that.

And if you try "Papon"?

[typing]

There is a lot...

We've got the whole Papon trial, haven't we?

...you will again be asked that France apologizes for what happened at Vichy.

Let them wait, we won't do it. France doesn't have to apologize.

Nor the Republic.

I shall never accept that. It's an excessive request,

from people who don't know what it is to be French,

the honour of being French and the past honour of French history.

And will you ask your right wing successors to follow your stance?

I have no recommendations to make....

The pressure will be on them too.

Why not in a hundred years?

What this is all about? It's only hatred.

And hatred shall not rule France.

All those who signed orders to send the Jews in trains,

they were little prefecture's counsellors.

You know what Papon called them?

"Auxiliaries in charge of usual matters in case of overload".

"In charge of usual matters".

It fits him perfectly.

I've got better:

"The General Secretary of Occupied Territory needs more contingents

"in order to respect the 7.000 Israelites quotas required by the German."

"They have to deport a maximum of Jews before the 1st of November

"because no more trains will leave Drancy going Eastwards".

"Moreover, since there are not enough foreign Jews

"to fulfil the 1.000 Jews quotas by train,

"we will complete them with French Jews detained in internment camps".

Sounds like a staples order.

Hello.

[jingling keys]

As long as I find the right key...

All the furniture has to go.

All but the washing machine and the oven, the owner is willing to bargain.

The owner is willing to leave the washing machine and the oven.

No one lives here?

No.

The previous tenant had to leave...

well...

unexpectedly.

We chose to leave the furniture here, it's more cosy, don't you think?

We feel like we want to live here, don't we?

But...

Don't you want to see the whole place?

All the papers are here. I have a job...

Did you see this floor-tile? It's very...

I really think that the kitchen is the thing.

There are some storage units...

Are you ok?

You're leaving?

[phone vibrating]

This is the story of Marie Reille:

a catholic who was suddenly summoned to the service

for Jewish Questions in Bordeaux, under the authority of you-know-who.

That's the place where they catalogue the Jews before deporting them.

They reproached her for not declaring herself as "Jewish".

She said she wasn't Jewish.

The head of the service was Pierre Garat. He was 23.

Just like my grandfather.

He asked Marie Reille to provide him with her parents,

grandparents and great-grandparents' baptismal certificate.

In 48 hours.

Of course she couldn't.

They gave her an ID card stamped "Jewish".

Two months later,

they led her to the Merignac camp, where she waited ten days

until a German officer showed up with Pierre Garat.

He had a list for Drancy.

There were 69 names on it, but not Marie Reille's.

Garat showed it to the officer and he said: "69"?

"Well, it'll make 70 with this lovely young lady".

So?

Garat sent her off because of a round number.

Seventy.

It's just that.

A round number.

[phone beeping]

THIS LOVELY YOUNG LADY

THIS LOVELY YOUNG LADY

"Adolf Eichmann, Nazi leader captured by the Israeli in Argentina

and tried in Jerusalem in 1961."

"According to him, he had a lot of bad luck:

"after failing his exams, he soon ended up unemployed".

"Advised by a friend, he took the opportunity

"to enter the SS without knowing their plans".

"After a difficult start, his administrative capacities made him

"a 'Jewish questions' specialist, that is he took charge of the expulsion,

"then the camps, and eventually the murder,

"since he was one of the Final Solution organisers".

"Eichmann had a physical repugnance for killing

"and couldn't stand visiting

"concentration camps that he orchestrated".

"Yet, he couldn't refuse to execute an order."

"I remember very well my first visit to Lublin. They showed me huts

and told me that they soundproofed the starting of a Russian submarine engine,

that gas would penetrate inside the ship to poison the Jews.

"I found it monstrous too..."

"I'm not tough enough to listen to such a story without reacting".

"Later, in Lwow..."

"There was a mass grave already filled with earth".

"A fountain of blood spurted from the earth..."

"I saw young snipers who used skulls for target practice".

"I'd never seen anything like that".

"I'd had enough and went back to Berlin

"to make my report to the Gruppenfuührer Muller".

"to make my report to the Gruppenfuührer Muller".

I have a long day today.

Will you be mad at me if I don't come to the party tonight?

Not sure...

Not sure...

It's like a car door, an opening and closing door.

Then, they sculpt your cornea with a laser.

- Are you short or far-sighted? - Short-sighted.

So they squash you. A bit of laser beam

and off you go!

What are you saying that's so awful?

Hi.

- Is your boyfriend here? - No.

Where do I put these?

- Where are we? - No idea.

I keep this one.

And Sacha who's got his headaches every night,

I'm about that close to joining a bridge club.

Sacha has headaches?

Did they find your serial killer?

No, he's still out there.

Are you afraid?

On the day of the murder, I ran into two boys,

both smart and tidy.

- Handsome? - Come on.

Since then, I'm convinced it's them.

Because they were in the street? I don't get it.

No, but they had something...

No, but they had something...

"Pierre Simonet"?

"69"?

"It'll make 70 with this lovely young lady".

[laughs]

"Liberty and philosophy..."

"This lovely young lady"

"Dear students, I'll give you back your essays".

Move your body. Give it to me.

No, keep it!

"Elvis"!

"Elvis, I love you"!

Try the moustache.

The bearded lady.

"Why don't I have a boyfriend?"

It's for you.

Don't move.

"I'm a doll".

You've got a talent for it.

Put this on.

"My son is dead".

Smile.

Go back and move forward.

Go back and move forward.

"I'm a liberated woman".

Children,

I cooked some shit for you.

Not again!

Not again!

Help, murderer!

You're stupid!

It's working again.

It's working again.

- Shall we leave? - Yes...

Do you remember Eichmann's sentence at the Wannsee conference?

The Final Solution conference.

Eichmann organized it.

During his trial, he said about it:

"and that was the first time I saw Heydrich smoke and drink".

Heydrich was a Reich bigwig. The kind of man Eichmann loved.

But then he always admired his superiors.

"Eichmann acted as secretary of the meeting."

"This was why he was permitted, after the dignitaries had left,

"to sit down near the fireplace with his chief Muüller and Heydrich,

'and that was the first time I saw Heydrich smoke and drink'."

That's what he said about the conference on the Final Solution.

"and that was the first time I saw Heydrich smoke and drink".

That is what mattered to him. That is what he retained!

He retained that...

What is she doing here?

What's this mess?

You're not at the library?

Well...

We work better here.

Don't bother answering, Damien.

So?

Are you going to stay inside through all the holidays?

You know that you can go to Brittnay. Rene would be delighted.

But you see, dear Rosine,

we thought by staying here, maybe...

for the first time, we could see

Heydrich smoke and drink.

As long as you clean up the mess in the bathroom.

As long as you clean up the mess in the bathroom.

"Heydrich smoke and drink"...

She seemed upset.

"As long as you clean up the the bathroom"

Start with that.

Start with that.

What do you see?

It's not a crystal ball...

I can see... a hangover two days ago.

I can see some vodka.

Don't worry.

See an ophthalmologist if you want but your eyesight is perfect.

Sacha is making his lasagna tonight...

Everything will be closed...

I'd better go shopping here, it'd be a lot easier.

Sure...

I remember,

I was older than you.

I had a boyfriend, Patrick. His speciality was the veal Milanese.

- I love that. - So did he.

Which is why he made it.

- I had to tell him. - That you'd had enough?

No, that I didn't like it. I was waiting for him to notice.

Which was very optimistic of me.

I'll close the shop.

I'll close the shop.

- It's the "Printemps du cinéma". - Really?

During all Easter holidays, if you buy a ticket,

you can see Heydrich drink and smoke.

You made a great choice. It's extraordinary.

I'd even say it's revolutionary.

If you buy this foam, your husband will have a soft and tighter skin.

And for the first time, he'll see Heydrich drink and smoke.

"Could little Heydrich come to the checkout. His father Eichmann is

waiting for him".

You're gonna kill me but I forgot the shopping list.

It must be by the sink.

Found it? Can you read it to me?

What? Yes, see you later.

The first time I tried it, it was a shock. Really, there was a before

and an after. It's extraordinary.

For only 100 calories, you can see Heydrich

drink and smoke.

And it's 50% off...

And it's 50% off...

"A good French sausage..."

"A good frying pan..."

"A good frying pan..."

Fancy some shark?

Fancy some shark?

- Are you hiding? - We work here.

- Who are you? - The optician.

I'd like to talk to you.

What do you want?

What do you want?

[loud bang]

Is that what you want?

I'm not interested anymore.

What's going on, here?

We're stealing goods.

We're stealing goods.

All right? Where were you?

All right? Where were you?

These past months, these past years,

maybe you've been bored?

Sorry...

I'm the one who's bored.

It's that life we're living.

Sometimes, I think we're lucky

to be so close to each other, to share things.

But we also hold ourselves back.

As if we were afraid to hurt each other.

We created a kind of politeness.

We're just the two of us but it feels like a Christmas dinner.

I mean...

We talk about everything but we forget what is essential.

I'd like to think we're not like everybody else

and that now, in bed, we're alone.

But sometimes, when I'm naked, I feel like we're still dressed.

We know each other, but it's not enough.

It hurts me each time you don't notice I'm naked.

When we kiss, it should be a miracle.

When we kiss to say hello, when we cross paths, in public...

It's kind of sad.

I didn't notice it before tonight, but I can't take it anymore.

It may be the most difficult thing I'll have to do in my life

because I'm in love with you.

You're not saying anything?

Have you already made up your mind?

Well, this is it. The year is over.

I hope we managed to clarify some questions, some issues.

Unless it became more confused for some of us? Yes, Thomas?

Yes... in a way. I mean,

I question so many things now.

Some seem clearer, some others... are more confusing.

What has changed for you?

Some of the texts I read,

and...

they were good but they felt abstract to me.

I got the words, but not the message the author wanted to get across.

Sometimes too abstract, sometimes too... concrete.

Like the book on Eichmann. After 3 pages I felt like hanging myself.

Are you sure we're old enough?

I understand.

I know this book is disturbing.

We can talk about it, if you like.

Can't you sum up the book?

How dare you, Simon...

I won't sum up the book but I'll read a new excerpt.

Don't forget the book's subtitle:

"a report on the banality of evil".

Which doesn't mean that evil is a banality,

but that evil can be done by people who are not monsters.

I'm going to read an excerpt about the Germans in those days:

"Many Germans and many Nazis must have been tempted not to rob,

"not to murder, not to let their neighbours go off to their doom,

"for that the Jews were transported to their doom they knew, of course,

"and not to become accomplices in all these crimes

"by benefiting from them".

"But, God knows, they had learned how to resist temptation".

The author's sarcasm

shouldn't make you forget what she says at the end of the book:

"It is that under conditions of terror

"most people will comply

"but some people will not,

"just as the lesson of the countries

"to which the Final Solution was proposed is that

'it could happen' in most places

"but it did not happen everywhere".

"Humanly speaking, no more is required,

"and no more can reasonably be asked, for this planet

"to remain a place fit for human habitation".

[whimpering]

[crying]

Come on, it's okay.

You can tell them everything, I don't care...

They piss us off with their secrets. It'll be okay...

I'm with you, don't worry...

We don't care...

We don't care...

I am upset, Pierre.

You should be in good shape for the exams.

You shouldn't put such pressure on yourself.

You don't need to revise night and day.

Follow the advice I gave to the class.

Eat well, do some exercise.

Empty your mind.

Go to the movies, wander about...

I can see that you two...

Miss...

Don't apologize, Damien. I know it's hard.

I can't.

In fact...

When I was in your situation, what helped me was magnesium.

With the exams and all that stress, you're exhausted.

- Go to any chemist and... - Miss...

You know I'm not worried about you two.

See you at the results.

And what if we get a zero in philosophy?

If you have 20 in history, it balances out.

- I don't even understand the titles. - You'll never get a zero in philosophy.

Yes but no one gets full marks...

You don't have to revise mountains of stuff...

- You can always retake. - I don't want to retake...

We'll never tell anyone.

And the girl?

In the supermarket?

Nothing.

Maybe...

Maybe we'll die of silence.

But we'll never tell.

You'll sulk each time we meet?

You have no idea, for me a whole world falls apart.

- Since you broke up, I'm depressed. - But it's ok...

But I'm not ok!

After 12 years...?

Will I ever know what happened?

It wasn't my life, it wasn't my role. I had to go.

They can sort themselves out.

They can sort themselves out.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Arkansas, Texas...

Washington, Wisconsin...

Washington, Virginia, Georgia...

Washington, Virginia, Georgia...

Please make sure you have your notification and your ID card.

Stand in line, please.

Good luck everyone.

Good luck everyone.

Everybody got their papers...

When I tell you...

Eleven o'clock, you can start. You have four hours,

good luck everyone.