ZERO FOR CONDUCT
He's dead.
Let's get out of here!
Look, it's the Martinet.
- No fun for us, this year. - Think so?
Colin!
We traveled with a dead man!
- Look, he's sulking. - Leave us alone.
Hey, Caussat, holidays are over.
This way, you.
Excuse me, sir.
René Tabard will come in tomorrow. He's heavyhearted tonight.
A dead man, I tell you. A dead man!
Prove it!
The proof: there he is.
I'm the new supervisor.
Supervisor Huguet.
Silence! In twos. Move it.
René Tabard, absent.
Staying with his parents tonight. Back tomorrow, with the day boys.
Goodnight, Chief Supervisor.
Dupont, stand by my bed!
Who's there?
- Caussat, sir. - Bruel, sir.
Colin, sir.
And Dupont?
I didn't call any of you. Now you're here, stay here.
Until eleven o'clock!
Sir, my tummy hurts.
Sir, can he go?
- Sir, his tummy hurts. - Sir...
Sir! My tummy hurts.
- Sir, can he go? - It hurts!
Sir, can he go? His tummy hurts.
Hey, can he go or what? His tummy hurts!
Go on. Don't worry about that old idiot.
- Caussat, Bruel, Colin. Still there? - Yes, sir.
- Go to bed. - Thank you, sir.
Up, up, up! Come on, quickly.
Come on. Up, up, up!
Well? Are you deaf?
You there, what are you waiting for?
- Come on, up. - Get off me. Leave me alone.
Bruel, Caussat, Colin, zero for conduct.
- Detention on Sunday. - It never changes!
Damn it!
Come on, Bruel! Always late.
Come on, hurry up down there!
Do you want zero for conduct, too?
Come on!
Right, guys, here's the plan.
The plot is ready. It's all getting too much.
We get detention every Sunday. We have to get out.
Here's the attic and ammunition.
Rouget found the stash of food.
- He's a snitch. - We should smash his face in.
And Tabard, why is he watching?
- Watch it, the supervisor! - Huguet? He's all right.
Look out!
So, on the big day, we hoist the flag.
- What about the ammo? - Beaky's coming!
You pigs! Bastards! Perverts!
Just you wait!
Take your seats.
Come on, quickly! Get to your seats.
Colin! Someone stole my chocolate.
He searched in here.
- He searched? Give me your glue. - None left.
Give me your glue.
Your glue.
Glue.
There. Careful.
Now, just watch this.
Get me the paper from the drawer.
And the ink.
Pen in the hand. There.
Look at Beaky. Isn't he handsome?
Give me that.
To your seats.
No.
No!
Caussat and Colin, bring me your algebra books.
Actually, no. Zero for conduct. Detention on Sunday.
The Principal is coming.
The Principal is here.
Mr. Principal.
You may go.
Chief Supervisor, would you come to my office?
Our celebration is nearly upon us.
It's our little moment of joy, isn't it?
But we don't want any trouble or exploits.
By the way, Bruel, Caussat, Colin...
As for Supervisor Huguet,
whom we thought so suitable,
what you're telling me worries me.
In conclusion, Mr. Sante, according to you,
Tabard and Bruel are behaving childishly, like little kids.
Not serious, not serious at all.
Are you aware of the full extent of our moral responsibility?
Mr. Huguet, back alone?
What about the children?
This is intolerable.
Look. Together again.
This friendship is going too far.
You were right, Chief Supervisor.
We must supervise them.
- What do you want? - Here's the plan.
He stuck it back together.
- Who did? - Huguet. See, he's a good guy.
- Let's tell Bruel. - He's with his girl.
- Tabard is just like Rouget! - Rouget? Just wait.
Look.
- Keep quiet! - What do you want?
Wait.
Watch out! Watch out!
Right! Left!
Go back to bed!
- What's he doing? - Go back to bed!
Keep quiet! You'll make him die!
Keep quiet!
Did you see Caussat and Colin? They don't like me.
They don't want me on the plot.
Don't worry, they're my friends. Here.
Go to bed. Good night.
Come in. Oh, it's you?
Sit down.
My boy, I'm something like a father to you.
At your age, there are things which, shall we say...
Well, Bruel is older than you.
Your character, your sensitivity, and his,
that of a neurotic, a psychopath...
Who knows?
Come over here, by me. Come on.
Caussat and Colin to the visitors' room!
Do you want me to keep you back?
How's that for a Sunday bow?
I'm staying here with Mum in the kitchen.
You're going to see your chick!
Tabard, come here.
Colin, give the chocolate to Tabard.
What are you doing here?
Shh! Mum...
- Leave us alone! - No, he's not a traitor.
He's a friend. Caussat's wrong to keep him out of the plot.
I'm telling you. Seriously!
First of all, he's got a hiding place.
You'll see.
He'll help us.
He doesn't like supervisors. I swear, he doesn't!
Ah, Chief Supervisor.
Yes, beans.
Always beans.
I can't keep on giving beans to these boys.
Oh, Mum, beans again?
Silence!
Well?
So?
Today was fantastic!
Beans!
Down with Mother Beans!
Quiet!
Tabard has a hiding place.
- Who, Tabard? What hiding place? - I don't know.
If you don't know, stop going on about Tabard.
Bruel wanted him in on the plot.
Tabard's a girl, I'm telling you.
Since he saw the Principal I don't know what's wrong with him.
I'm telling you, he's a girl. What can he do? What can he say?
How very witty.
I don't like this. I don't like it at all.
Well, my boy, aren't you taking notes this morning?
That's better. Very good.
Leave me alone!
My boy, I'm just saying...
And I say, fuck you!
Tabard.
My boy, the disciplinary committee has agreed,
at the insistence of your kindly teacher...
You're a generous man, Mr. Viot...
...has agreed, I was saying, out of consideration for your family,
out of kindness to you,
and, given that tomorrow is our day of celebration,
to forgive you.
Especially since you came to me, as it were, of your own accord,
to offer your apologies,
which are only of any value once spoken in public
in front of your classmates.
We're waiting.
Well? Tell us what you have to say.
Tell us what you have to say.
Sir, I say, fuck you!
War is declared! Down with supervision and punishment!
Long live rebellion!
Liberty or death!
Let's hoist our flag on the school roof.
Tomorrow, you will all rise up with us.
We swear to bombard with old books,
with old tin cans, old shoes,
with the ammunition hidden in the attic
the old geezers from celebrations.
- Tabard! - Forward march! Forward march!
Principal, the boys have locked themselves in the attic.
It's astonishing. Unprecedented!
Mr. Prefect, what a celebration! Good Lord!
The Prefect has just sat down.
Let's go and see. This is very serious.
One, two, three! Quickly! I won!
This film was restored by Gaumont
with the support of the Centre national du cinéma et de l'image animée
Laboratory: L'Immagine Ritrovata Bologna and Paris
The film was restored in 4K
from the original nitro negative held by Gaumont
and a nitro print held by the Cineteca Italiana, Milan.
The latter turned out to be the original editing
and was used as reference for the restoration.
Subtitling: ECLAIR