All language subtitles for Polytechnique.2009.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

These too.

Do you have some change?

Not much.

This film is inspired by the testimonies of survivors
of the tragedy that took place on December 6, 1989,
at the École Polytechnique in Montreal.

Out of respect for the victims and their families,
all characters are ficticious.

– Bye.
– Bye.

Forgive the mistakes.
I had 15 minutes to write this.

Would you note
that if I commit suicide today

it is not for economic reasons,

for I have waited until I exhausted
all my financial means,

even refusing jobs,

but for political reasons.

Because I have decided
to send the feminists,

who have always ruined my life,
to their Maker.

For seven years
life has brought me no joy,

and being totally blasé,

I have decided to put an end
to those viragos.

I tried in my youth to enter
the Forces as an officer cadet,

which would have allowed me
possibly to get into the arsenal

and precede Lortie in a raid.

They refused me because . . .
antisocial.

I therefore had to wait until this day
to execute my plans.

In the meantime, I continued
my studies in a haphazard way

for they never really interested me,
knowing in advance my fate.

Which did not prevent me
from obtaining very good marks

despite my policy
of not handing in work

and the lack of studying
before exams.

Even though the media
will label me a “mad killer”,

I consider myself
a rational individual

who has been pushed
to take extreme measures

only by the arrival
of the Grim Reaper.

For why persevere to exist
just to please the government?

Being a backwards-looking
thinker by nature,

except for when it
comes to science,

I have always been enraged
by feminists.

They cling to women’s benefits,

like cheap insurance,

maternity leave,
preventative leave,

while seizing for themselves
those of men.

Thus it is an obvious truth
that if the Olympic Games

removed the men-women
distinction,

there would be women only
in the graceful events.

So the feminists are not fighting
to remove that barrier.

They are so opportunistic
that they never fail to profit

from the knowledge accumulated
by men through the ages.

They always try to misrepresent them
every time they can.

Thus, the other day,

I heard they were honouring
the Canadian men and women

who fought at the frontlines
during the world wars.

How can that be

when women were not authorized
to go to the frontlines?

Will we hear of Caesar’s female
legions and female galley slaves

who of course took up
50% of the ranks of history,

though they never existed?

A real casus belli.

Sorry for this too brief letter.

– Val?
– Hmm?

An adiabatic transformation.

Is it isentropic when it’s reversible
or irreversible?

Reversible.

I can’t even remember
the basic concepts.

In one ear out the other.

Just think of an elastic.

The entropy remains constant,
therefore it’s reversible,

like a rubber band.

That’s nice.

You want the job, you’ll get it.

Ah, I haven’t been able
to read Sylvain

and I can’t finish
my structure lab.

Hey, J.F.

It’s a bit early
for a striptease, isn’t it?

– Are you finished?
– No.

You still coming to the party?

I don’t know.

I’ll be studying in the café.
Let me know how it went, OK?

OK.
Thanks.

Good luck!

Mom,
Sorry, it was inevitable

Hey, buddy!

Hey.

Fuck!

My assignment.
Shit!

Valérie Dompierre?

INTERVIEW ROOM

Maurice Martineau.

Hi.

So you’re here for the mechanical
engineering internship?

Yes.

That’s unusual.

What do you mean?

You in mechanical engineering?

Women usually go
for civil engineering. It’s easier.

It’s a real passion for me.

It’s always been my dream
to work in aeronautics.

I meant, uh, easier for
raising a family.

We’re looking for candidates
who won’t quit . . .

– And?
– And what?

And what did you say?

Nothing.
What could I say?

I don’t know, Val.

That—that your career comes first.

That you don’t want kids.
Anything.

So, did you get the job or not?

It’s not even a job.
It’s an internship.

Job, internship.
It’s the same thing.

Anyway, yeah, I got it.

You got a job!
Do you realize what this means?

You don’t seem very happy.

No, I am happy.

But what?

But I know that if I told him
that I wanted kids,

I wouldn’t have gotten it.

It’s like he was telling me
my education was just for fun.

He was so condescending.

Hey, cheer up.

You shouldn’t let
that guy get to you.

You know, you work super hard.
Your grades are amazing.

Fuck that guy.

Yeah, fuck him.
Right.

– Hi, girls.
– Hi.

Can you help me?

I can’t do this.

Can you lend me
your notes, please?

Yeah, sure.

– Thank you.
– Class is in 15 minutes.

See you there.

Is it gonna be long?

No.

Go ahead.

Next.

Can I help you?

We could define entropy

as a measurement of
the disorder in a system.

Any system that is subject
to pressure

from its external environment

will undergo a conversion
that results in imbalance

and a transfer of energy.

For example,
water in a pot on the stove

starts to move
and change into steam.

If we put a lid on the pot,

the steam lifts the lid,
which falls back down

only to be lifted
again and again

until there is no more heat
or no more water.

At the microscopic level,
this transfer of energy

results in increasing
molecular agitation,

which we call entropy.

Sorry.

Order cannot be restored until
maximum entropy is achieved.

Did I miss anything?

No, we just started.
Do you have my notes?

Thanks.

– Are you finished?
– Almost.

Quiet in the back, please.

On a more metaphysical level,

the universal law
of entropy also tells us

that any isolated system,
left on its own,

is inevitably destined
to irreversible degradation,

to the point of self-destruction.
– Everybody stop.

Uh, young man, please come back
when the class is over.

Split up.

Girls on the left,
guys on the right.

I said split up!

Guys right, girls left!

OK, guys out.
Girls, stay here.

I said move!

Go on! Go on!
Outside, outside!

Out! Out!

Hey, hey!

Some guy just took
all the girls hostage!

You have to call the police!

Some guy just took all the girls
hostage on the second floor!

– Call the police, hurry!
– Are you kidding?

Hurry up!

Go, go!

It’s gonna be OK.

Sorry!

Put pressure on it.

I’ll be right back.

Thank you.

An ambulance is on the way.

Fuck.

I’ll be right back.

Hey, J.F.!
Want a beer?

Oh, honey!

What a nice surprise!

Hi, Mom.

– You OK?
– Yeah.

It’s good to see you.

I’m really happy that you came.

You should visit more often.

Your aunt Simone
was asking about you.

How’s she doing?

Fine.

So, it looks like
Claude and Martin

are coming for dinner
on the 24th.

You have plans for Christmas?

Nothing yet.

Exams were postponed
until mid-January.

Your father is still having
his New Year’s Eve party.

Your brothers will be there.

Are you going?

I don’t know.

What are you gonna do?

The usual.

You can come if you like.

It was good.

I should get back.

You’re not staying for supper?

– No, I can’t.
– You’re not sleeping here?

I have to study.

If you need anything,
you know I’m here.

Thanks.

I worry about you.

You always worry.

Split up.

Girls on the left,
guys on the right.

I said split up!

Guys right, girls left!

OK, guys out.
Girls, stay here.

I said move!

Go on! Go on!
We’ll settle this outside.

Out! Out!

Do you know why you’re here?

No.

You’re gonna be engineers.

You’re a bunch of feminists.

I hate feminists.

It’s not true. We’re not feminists.
We’ve never fought—

I can’t move.

I can’t move.

I’ll get help.

No!

We have to play dead.

He’s coming back!

Close your eyes.

I’m so sorry, Val.

I should have stayed.

It’s not your fault, J.F.

It’s not your fault.

It’s not your fault, J.F.

Are you feeling sick?

My tummy hurts.

Having nightmares again?

Hey, Dad?

Yeah, how are you?

Uh, as usual.

Eric is doing great.

Yeah well, he just got
a big promotion, so . . .

Yeah, he’s very happy-

I’m doing great, yeah.

And Mom, how is she?

No. No, just to see
how you were doing.

Uh . . .

not until September at least.

No, no. Dad?
Dad, I cannot hear you.

Dad, it’s breaking up.

No. OK, I’ll call you
this weekend anyway.

OK, love you.
Bye!

As I write this letter,
I know it will never be read.

We don’t know each other
but we are closely connected.

I’m writing you because today,
for the second time in my life,

I am afraid.

The first time was when
I faced your son.

Your son opened my eyes

to how much hatred
can be in this world.

And it scarred me for life.

He’s dead, I’m alive.

He’s free, I’m not.

Everyone tells me
how strong I am.

I’ve had enough of being strong.

Sometimes I want to shout
from the roof tops

how I’ve been hurt
and not just physically.

I want to curl up in a ball
and hide.

Everyday I think of Stéphanie
who died in my arms.

I think of all my friends
who died and were hurt that day.

I think of all women of all ages
who were hurt in their soul.

All this thinking,
it weighs on me

and I’m tired of carrying
that weight.

Love has brought me a gift:

a child grows inside me.

I want with all my heart
for this child to be happy,

but I’m afraid.

And I’m tired of being afraid.

I have to learn to have faith again,
and give life another chance . . .

so I can stand on my own.

And I will stand on my own.

If I have a boy,

I’ll teach him how to love.

If I have a girl,

I’ll tell her the world is hers.