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Preparation for the French baccalauerate

Nobody enters the classrooms!

Stay in the courtyard.

- Good morning.

He has begun.

I am not God .. if Easter fell in April this year..

I have nothing to do with it

Are we on the same page ..

In the first trimester, we realize that the students don't know anything..

In the second trimester, we realize that we don't know anything

And in the third semester .. it's the stupid accident. Our children..

cross the street .. and it's the shock .. the baccalaureate.

Yet, we saw it coming.

And each year, we pick up corpses.

You want numbers ?

1983 : 46% success.

1984 : 44% and in 1985 : 41%.

So, you want to know what our goal will be ?

To not drop under 40%.

- The bell rang, sir.

- I'm not done.

- Here's your pillow case, I forgot it.

- Yes, yes.

You won't give me a kiss ?

- You're coming on Saturday ?

- Obviously.

In prison .. unfortunately .. we have visits.

So ?

- Sartre ?

- Régis Debray.

- Nietzsche ?

- Sade.

- No.

- Charles De Gaulle.

- War Memories.

You see how ambiguous it is, eh ?

Secondly ..

Prove that the triangle "OAn-An+1" is rectangle..

.. rectangle to On+1

Represent the points A0, A1 to A12 and trace the segments "OA0","OA1" .. to "OA12"

Then .. A0,A1 ..

In Algeria, the colonization of people is a specific situation.

The appropriation of the lands by the colonist ..

that dispossess the Algerian peasantry, go hand in hand with the occupation..

by the Europeans..

- Miss Kern, please come see me during the intermission.

Information concerning Miss Kern..

We took them, they were fine.

Ask Miss Kern what does she do during the weekends and at night.

Frankly, she does what she wants.

Do you know what she thinks of when she looks at her students ?

You haven't answered me.

The answer is here.

"To pleasure them between their thighs with her tongue."

- It's disgusting.

Digusting ?

That's not enough my little Jeanne.

Why you ? Why here ?

Have you thought about it ?

- No.

"To pleasure them between their thighs with her tongue."

Deal with that Miss Kern.

Distribute the tests.

What's that ?

- It's for the short story.

Well, I won't say "See you tomorrow"; since I'm not coming tomorrow.

Goodbye.

What's the matter ?

- Nothing, why ?

- You didn't end up going at Easter.

- No.

Was it Dominic that couldn't come ?

- No, it was me.

- What is he like exactly ?

- Who ?

- Dominic.

- He's younger than you and doesn't ask any questions.

- You're staying for dinner ?

- No.

- Dominic ?

- Yes.

- Everything still ok with Ketti ?

- Are you going to finish the year this time ?

He tried again, is that it ?

- No, but when you look at me, it's worse than when he tries.

- Are you sure you're not exaggerating ?

- Oh, you're here.

- Everything ok ?

- You're not staying ?

- No.

- Dominic ?

- Yes

You can show us your fiance .. we're not going to eat him, you know.

- Are you sure of that ?

- No.

- You don't need anything ?

- No.

Thank you.

- Good evening.

Is Dominic here ?

- In his room.

- And how's it going today ?

- Very bad mood.

You know Dominic.

- How was he the last time ?

- Adorable.

- As usual.

With you .. obviously.

- So, how much ?

- Two.

- Give me.

Did your parents see it ?

- Yes.

- Are they angry ?

- At me ?

- A little, but they don't find you expensive, so ..

- Your teacher is a bitch.

Come on, let's go.

- Miss Zanon.

- Mister the Director.

- So, are you going for a change of scenery ?

- No.

- * ... * , last year ?

- Yes.

- With Miss Kern.

- You must be happy to see her again.

- Yes.

- With nothing to add.

.. naked, Mister the Director .. as if she was saying yes from everywhere.

Her hips, her breast, her thighs, her lips, her lips from above, her lips..

Should I continue ?

- As you wish.

- I don't want to.

Well, doesn't scare you that it's becoming more and more serious ..

Oh well, at the right time .. I expect a reaction.

So .. keeping quiet, not talking ..

Don't you know anything about it ?

- How do you want me to know ?!

An espresso.

Short.

I don't know..

A jealous lover.

Seeking conquest, vengeance.

- Why vengeance ?

You have a problem, Jeanne.

Are you pleasing ..?

Please a lot.

So ?

I have class.

Go ahead.

- I didn't pay.

- No, put it away!

*When we hurt someone, we should be very careful.*

"Other destinations - Suburbs included"

- Where were you ?

Put down the chalk.

Put it down.

So, you didn't do this ?

- No, I did.

- You didn't cheat ?

No.

- Jeanne.

You're going for a swim ?

- What's his deal ?

What's up with that prick ?!

You don't breathe well.

- Your swimsuit.

Come on, let's get out of the water.

- What are you doing here ?

- I'm swimming.

- With your students ?

- Yes.

- Oh well.

Ah .. yeah, it becomes clearer

After words, images.

First thing you notice, they're very young, no ?

- But it's cut off.

- Ah, you too.

I'm intrigued by it myself.

A woman with no head with the body of a girl.

You see how funny it is ?

The rest isn't missing anything, however we notice one thing..

.. the absence of a face.

- Mine.

- Yeah, exactly.

No, but we're on the same page concerning that person that ..

Well, now we are able to advance.

Do you know these young people ?

Look closely.

- I don't know anyone.

- None of them are from here, in any case.

Nevertheless, it always happens with me.

- I'm sorry about that.

- Jeanne.

You never wear a brassiere ?

- No, why ?

- You should.

- Jeanne ?

Jeanne ?

- Yeah, they red me with attention and interest, they'll keep an eye on my work.

signed illegibly; the commitee of reading.

- *Then, they like it better.*

- That's the 8th time that they reject me.

They told me that my novels aren't bad, but they're like *cake* ..

they're always something that gets stuck inside.

I don't understand anything

You don't like the chicken of the cafeteria ?

For once, it wasn't too dry.

Don't hurry, I'll wait to have coffee with you.

I have bad news.

Little Zanon..

- My niece ?

- Yes, your niece committed suicide.

- What ?

- Well, she left class in the afternoon and came back home..

she had a ton of tablets and pills ..

- Why did she do that ?

- Where is she ?

At Cochin.

- Should we order some coffee ?

Ok, then, I'm heading off.

- That's all we needed.

- What can that do to you ?

She didn't do that in your place, that's important, no ?

I don't know, maybe there won't be any more of that now.

- More of what ?

- Letters.

Photos.

- Why are you saying that ?

"12th Grade"

- Here, it's for you.

They're all the same, it must be an ad.

- It's not an ad.

- What is it exactly ?

- An orgy.

- A skirt. I won ..

- I won't bet anymore.

- It suits her well

- The role of * ... * in the advent of National-Socialism

You have one hour.

- Are you going to guess what they're talking about ?

- No.

- The photo.

You didn't get it ?

- Yes.

Does it arouse them ?

- Well, I don't know, I didn't really look - it's not really an orgy..

they don't mingle.

- It's too bad that the photo is so small.

We can't identify anyone.

- So, they all think that it's me ?

- Who do you want them to think it is ?

It can't be Madam *Taksi*, let alone Madame Chaussin.

- And you ?

- My version ?

I don't think that it's a professor and we're going to explain that.

- Did you really try ?

- Yes

- You're kind.

- It's better like that ?

- Pass me yours, please.

Thank you.

Either way, if your education isn't complete .. it goes without saying.

Are we on the same page Mister Bonnier ?

Madams.

- I agree that it wasn't Zanon.

But why would you think that it's me ? It could as well be another student.

- No.

Look closely, it's a woman fully developped.

And .. you're forgetting something

- What ?

The letters.

The photo, the letters ..

If it was you, you would tell me

And if you tell me, you would be cleared off.

Both of you.

- It's not me and I don't want to be them.

- Miss Kern.

- Yes ?

- Are you the history professor ?

- Yes.

Come on Christianne, let's go.

- Yes, I get upset for you.

Class of history and geography .. tomorrow it's your children.

- I hope that it's not *Dudevique* that opened the enveloppe.

- At home, I'm the one who opens the mail.

- Understood.

I would like to note that none of the participants of this trash..

attend "Cours Ketti".

That's why I've summoned you, let's go on a round of classes.

- No.

- But, the young woman ..

- Very hard to pin a name to a body..

it's delicate.

- No, this photo has absolutely nothing to do with our establishment.

- Then, why are we the ones receiving it ?

We all go it .. everyone! All the professors received it.

All the parents..

even me.

- Come.

- Things are not going well ?

- No, they're not.

- I would have liked things to be better.

- You know, I decided something.

Nothing is going to happen to you .. you just need a little bit of faith.

- In whom ?

- Me.

- Ah, yes. Like that.

For my good looks.

I'm familiar with this type of trust, it has never worked for me.

- There's a slight difference with me.

- Which one ?

- I love you.

- The light is green.

- It's not raining anymore.

- At least, that's something.

- Jeanne!

- What ?

- I sense that I'm making you uncomfortable.

- Yes.

- You shouldn't be.

Go in quickly.

- What do you want to eat for supper ?

- Wait til I finish this.

I'm not hungry anyway.

- You really like that ?

- Heated with butter, it's not bad.

- He coughed.

- Once.

- We're going to wait for the second time to call the doctor.

If you want.

- Yeah ?

Now ?

Where ? Downstairs ?

Very well. 5 minutes.

It was Kern, a prof, apparently there's a problem..

I'm going to meet her at the chinese restaurant.

Evidently.

- I'll be back.

- I hope so.

- What's happening with you ?

It's still the photo, isn't it ?

- No, it's Ketti.

He's in love with me.

- That's nothing new, everyone knows that.

- Yes, but he told it to me.

What am I going to do ?

- We'll find a solution.

Can I make a phone call ?

- To Ketti ?

- To my wife.

- Yes ?

- What are you doing ?

- I was correcting your papers.

Your students suck.

- And you ?

- It's Kern.

She has a situation.

- Her ?

- Yes, Kern.

So, I'm going to grab a bite with her.

- I'm glad that you got your appetite back.

- Later.

- It all started when I was 12.

I was happy when he used to look at me behind the car windows.

And then when I was 14, the cars stop.

The windows are pulled down..

here, we are a little scared.

At 16, one should be ready to run.

Have good legs and plug your ears.

By force ... by fear .. we want to get rid of it.

So, one time, we got in the car ..

just to see.

- See what ?

- Nothing.

Because it happens in a parking lot.

In the dark ..

we can only hear ..

dirty words..

wretched..

We're waiting for it to end.

And we leave with a stain on our skirt.

- That is hell. hmm ?

- It's not far off.

- Listen, stop.

And look at yourself, phyiscally .. you don't look like your against it.

And what are you thinking of exactly ?

And how does Dominic manage ?

- He doesn't.

He doesn't exist, I invented him.

- Okay.

And why did you call me ?

- I needed it to do so .. probably.

- Where do you live ?

- On the second floor. The lights are on.

- The pink curtains ?

She's waiting for you.

- Yes.

- See you tomorrow.

- Miss.

- Yes ?

- The bell rang.

-Yeah, yeah .. go ahead.

- Miss.

- Have you seen Charvet - is he sick ?

- You have to ask Ketti about that.

- Yep .. as you are already aware ..

When there used to be a storm when I was little ..

I used to hide under the sheets of my bed ..

in fear of being struck by thunder

I risked it many times ..

* ... *

Sit down my little Jeanne.

Now, I don't risk anything.

- Charvet's parents pulled him out of school, didn't they ?

- To be short .. yes.

But .. we're not going to panic because of such a thing.

You know you can count on me Jeanne.

You know that, right ?

- Yes.

- And there should never be any awkwardness between us.

We don't care about little Charvet.

- Please, remove your hand.

You think because of 3 letters and a photo, you can treat me like a slut ?!

And what you're doing is bad.

- Oh, you scared me. I thought that you weren't home.

- Thank you.

- Came early, eh ?

- What's happening ?

- You don't come anymore

Not to dinners, not to anything.

- You want some coffee ?

- You seem tired.

- No.

- Is something worrying you ?

- No.

- And this ?

- Where did you get that ?

- We received it home.

"Things are happening at the private courses"

- You wanna see if it's me ?

- I would like to understand

- So would I.

- Leave it.

- Everyone got it.

- It doesn't seem to be troubling you.

- What do you want me to do ?

Call the police ?

And why should I be doing something ?

You think she ressembles me ?

- Can I say that ?

- She's better formed than I am.

Are you disappointed ?

- You're kind, but I don't drink coffee anymore.

- Only under the light of these elements ..

we'll be able to appreciate the theory of Eistein.

- What I'm saying doesn't seem to interest you.

- I prefer biology, history lacks asses.

- I don't think so.

And if there were more, you wouldn't know what to do with them.

Outside.

- Good morning.

I got one more.

- I know.

Them too.

Good luck.

- Miss Kern ?

Please.

All fresh this morning.

We don't even need a magnifying glass.

And it looks less and less like you. Take a look.

I already have.

- Ok.

We're going to win some time.

I've listened to you enough.

We should cut to the chase.

- But it's you..

- No, Jeanne.

No, no...

Pity is no longer apposite.

Do you know what we're gonna do ?

You're going to take a leave of absence.

15 days.

The time needed to get it off your mind.

- What do you mean, take a leave of absence ?

Should I fall ill ?

- Oh, no.

It's simpler than that.

I'll suspend you from work for a few weeks.

- So, I'm suspended ?! For nothing, with no proof, just because I look like that ?

- "That", as you say, has started to cost us a lot.

Gobert's parents, guess why they're coming.

To pull her out.

That's 4, already.

A hemorrhage.

* The fifth is going to take everything, I like it to be you. *

Do you want that ?

- I don't want anything.

I just want to teach my lessons.

Eitherway, my students are waiting for me.

- You no longer have any students.

- Keep picking up these, I'll be back.

What's happening ?

- I've been kicked out.

- I don't believe you.

- Don't believe me.

- He's a real dick this guy !

- Go tell him that.

- Not the time !

Not here !

Leave me alone !

- Is it her or not ?

- That's not the question.

- What's the question then ?

- The question is : who's sending those photos ?

- Yes, of course, but ..

The corridor ..

- The corridor ?

- You didn't turn the lights off.

- You won't forget the cakes on Sunday ?

- Cakes ? What cakes ?

- You and your obsession with locking everything!

- Miss!

I'm telling you, he's not here !

But I'm telling you, he's not here !

- I know that you're here Ketti ! Open the door !

Open the door !

Open the door !

Poor guy.

But Miss..

- And it's not the least of the Marshall Plan's ambiguities ..

in fact, 1947 would be a turning point..

- I'm sorry.

- 1947 would be a turning point. The General Marshall is

named Secretary of State and his influence ..

- Did Miss Zanon change room ?

- She left this morning

- She went with his Aunt, * ... *

- Very well

Thank you.

- You're bluffing, they can't kick her out.

No, he's crazy about her.

Little bitch that could pass the baccaleurate with her students.

I don't care, he comes back during the weekend.

There are some that are here all week long, and then Friday night..

good night.

With us, it's the opposite.

- Yes, but she doesn't teach anymore..

- Lovers' quarrel.

What was I saying ?

Is it him ..

or isn't it ?

- Decidedly.

Did you offer him a drink ?

Oh shit, roses !

I hate roses.

Mr. Adam, here..

That's nice of you.

Another drink ?

- I love roses.

- Did Jeanne send you ?

Want to put my face in *proboscis*

But what can I do ? I have to protect myself like the others.

I didn't do it with pleasure.

Jeanne is ...

my oxygen.

Her fraichness..

her youthfulness..

It's irreplaceable.

- More reasons to bring her back.

- Like you say ..

Your colleagues came and so did you ..

- But since I'm asking you.

- You .. and the others.

- The others don't care !

- Exactly

I find it touching ..

- Do you know Jeanne well ?

- A little, yes.

- In love ?

- No.

Why ?

- It's better..

Have you seen the photos ?

- Thank you, I've seen them.

It's not her.

- Ok, then. What would you do if you were me ?

- I don't know.

- Then, let me deal with this my way.

- I dropped by to ask you to come back.

- Did something change ?

- Yes.

Me.

I was thinking, I believe that we made a big deal out of this.

- Oh, yeah ?

- They will stop.

- In any case ..

They got what they want, no ?

To make you crazy..

to trouble you ..

hurt us.

- You know all of that ?

So on Monday, there won't be anymore photos ?

Monday .. Tuesday .. someday..

There won't be anymore photos.

I want you to come back.

That was all.

See you on Monday, Jeanne.

- What's happening ?

- What are you doing this evening ?

- It's sunday.

- So ?

- It's not simple.

You will tell her that it's important

I know who it is.

- Who is what ?

- The photos.

It's Ketti.

- Ketti ?

I don't believe you.

- That's why I'm asking you what you're doing this evening.

- Wait, wait. Where we're going ?

- To the school.

- What's going on ?

- I have papers to correct, the only thing is that I don't have them.

- No big deal.

Come on.

Here you go.

- Well, enter.

- If it's him, I'm going to fuck him up.

What are we searching for exactly ?

I have never seen this before.

- It's locked.

- Open it.

- No key.

- Here.

Do you still want to fuck him up ?

- I don't understand.

Where did this happen ? And when ?

The students ?

- It happened.

Are you shocked ?

- A little, yes.

- You shouldn't.

You know, in photo, it doesn't give anything. You can't understand.

Ketti knows it well.

That's why he persists.

It must be his way of loving.

I'm going to wait for him.

- Here ?

- Yes.

It's his room.

He's gonna come back.

- And then what ?

- It's between him and me, now.

- It's interesting.

And what the hell am I doing here ?

- Thanks, and good night.

Don't mention it, good night.

- I had a moment of madness.

Now, it's over.

You're hurting me.

There's a letter on your desk.

I want you to read it and sign it.

"It's for Miss Kern. I readily confirm that you are free to interrupt

your courses in our establishment. It's with remorse that we see you

go and to continue without your services and teaching.

Don't hesitate to contact us under any circumstance, we are always

ready to vouch bearing respect to your behavior, efficiency and the

priveleged relation you share with your students.

* indistinct words* .. our distinct consideration."

Is that all ?

- No.

You want to do it standing up ?

Do you prefer it on the floor ?

Making up your mind ?

I'm ready.

Don't want to anymore ?

- Not like this.

- Oh yeah ?

How ?

Touch.

I don't feel you.

I don't feel anything.

You want to take it easy, is that it ?

Stop it!

- I'm sorry.

I do things badly.

Wait.

Is this what you want ?

Just like in the photo ?

- You're crazy!

- It was the others that were turning you on.

Me with the others.

- That's enough.

- What is enough ?!

We haven't even started.

And you're sweating.

How long has it been since you last made love, Mr.Ketti ?

Years ?

- Stop it!

What are you talking about ?! You don't know anything !

It's been days and days that I'm making love to you.

Each time that I take a photo ..

Each time I send an enveloppe..

I'm making love to you!

And then I was starting to love you

It wasn't possible anymore.

I cut off the photo..

I wanted the others to see it

I wanted you to become dirty !

How do I do now ?

To put you back in the photo.

Put your clothes on !

All those love stories and at some point, you say to yourself ..

that nothing will be like it was before.

Even when there's nothing.

- Goodbye Bruno.

- Horrible news. Mr. Ketti is dead. He commited suicide.

- Why are there cops ?

- Jeanne.

Ketti commited suicide.

- I know.

- What happened that night ?

- Nothing.

- Nothing ?

- Nothing, I didn't see him.

- What do you mean, "you didn't see him" ?

- He didn't show up.

So, I had enough.

I came back home.

Nobody was waiting for me.

I'm not your luck.

- What are you doing ?

Are you going ?

- Maybe.

Mme. Ketti is already there, she took charge.

- You're going to have fun.

- And you ?

- Without me.

I'll start over someplace else.

Something.

- You got a second ?

And you knew that Jeanne was in the photo ?

- Yes.

- And Ketti ? How did he get this photo ?

- By mail.

And another thing ..

I sent the letters as well.

At the beginning, it was like a game..

and then Jeanne didn't want to play anymore.

So, I wrote more.

And finally, I sent the photo.

But I couldn't know what Ketti was going to do.

Here is where it happened.

Just before the baccalaureate.

Jeanne came to help us study.

It was Jacques and Armelle that started.

Jeanne was fascinated

It must have encouraged the others .. that Jeanne was troubled ..

That she wasn't saying anything.

Obviously, I didn't have Jeanned all for myself like I had dreamed of.

But it wasn't bad.

It was good.

It became an evidence.

I was under the impression that she was happy.

That's why we took a photograph.

And then Jeanne never wanted to be happy like that.

So, I sent the letters.

- Are you aware how serious it was ?

- Yes.

I even wanted to die because of it.

- Martin, pass me another piece.

- When he makes love to you, he thinks about her.

- What ?

- When he makes love to you, he thinks about her.

Is she crazy or what ?

- No, she doesn't know what she's doing anymore. That's all.

- Is it true what she's saying ?

- It's a cry for help.

- Be careful.

- What do you think about Mother Ketti ? She does like him..

and sleep here ?

Well, take care.

- Are you Jeanne Kern ?

- Yes.

- I'm Laurent's wife.

I don't feel like coming in.

What do you want with Laurent ?

In any case, it would be clearer when you've slept together.

Not for you.

For him and for me.

- Why ?

- I don't know.

I look at you ..

I don't really believe it.

- Go fuck yourself.

It's always hot during the summer.

So, no woolen clothing.

Except that if we don't bring wool clothes .. it won't be hot.

Therefore, we should bring two.

In any case, my letter arrived surprisingly fast.

It's a stupid letter.

* I'm not going out anymore.*

How do the others manage ?

Do they love each other ?

Do they touch their skin ?

They don't make a big deal out of it.

Why doesn't it work with me ?

Because I don't try ?

Because I don't really try.

Never with the good ones.

Do I scare them ?

It's me who's scared ..

Die..

Why don't you say anything ?

- Can I turn the lights on ?

- No, turn it off.

It was surely your wife.

It's not a big deal, you know.

It's not something new in any case.

Not for me.

I bet that you're already dressed.

I win.

You're leaving ?

You won't help me make the bed ?

- If you want.

- No.

It's not worth it.

In any case, I should change the sheets.

I should wash myself as well.

I feel dirty !

Don't take this the wrong way .. your hands, your smell .. I hated them.

I hate your guts !

Your sighs ..

Your sweat .. your desires .. your pleasures !

Look.

There's sun.

Go away.

- There is sun.

You must have slept a little.

Laurent.

You know, you don't have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Let alone her weight.

You just have ours.

So, we're going to make it light.

But nothing more.

" .. we are always ready to vouch bearing respect to your behavior

efficiency and the priveleged relation you share with your students..

- Bruno Ketti."

What drama.

- He was already very depressed for quite some time.

- Certainly.

- Would you be able to begin for the September draft ?

- Whenever you want.

- I am happy.

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