Yes?
Pierre, there's an urgent call from France.
After the concert.
It's about your mother.
Yes?
Do you remember me?
Fond de I'étang.
"My father is coming for me on Saturday."
Pépinot.
Of course.
Pépinot.
- How long has it been? - About 50 years.
Fond de I'étang.
You're the little guy in the front row.
And there you are.
Do you remember the prefect's name?
Clément Mathieu.
I wonder what happened to him.
Open it.
"Fond de I'étang.
1949."
Mathieu kept a journal while he worked at Fond de I'étang.
That's his story. Ours too.
He wanted you to have it.
I'd have preferred to deliver it under different circumstances, but...
"January 15, 1949.
After failing for so long in so many fields,
I was sure the worst was still to come."
It was a boarding school where troubled children were rehabilitated.
That's what the advertisement said.
Fond de I'étang.
Even the name seemed to fit me like a glove.
Hello.
You're all alone?
What are you doing there?
Waiting for Saturday.
Why?
My father is coming for me.
But it's not Saturday.
Pépinot.
Hello. I'm Clément Mathieu, the new prefect.
Have you done this type of work before?
I taught some classes in private school.
- What did you teach? - Music.
You'll like Rachin, our headmaster. He used to play the trumpet.
- Hello, Pépinot. - Hello.
His daughters. He lives right there.
- You haven't met Mr. Rachin? - Not yet, no.
- Mrs. Boissemand recommended me. - Really?
That was old Maxence.
He told me on the spot that he was the school watchman,
as well as its nurse, storekeeper and glazier.
- What is he doing? - Serving detention for Mr. Rachin.
Fifteen days of community work. In other words, school drudge.
What kind of children are they, exactly?
- No one told you? - No.
My infirmary. I'll show you my vegetable garden later.
I'd like that.
- Damn it! What have they done now? - I'll help you.
Are you Clément Mathieu?
The headmaster...
Rachin, the school's headmaster.
Headmaster, I'm sorry...
- Yes, you're late. - I had the wrong bus schedule.
Punctuality is essential here.
Very well.
Headmaster.
Very well, Headmaster.
Come with me.
First you should study the school regulations,
then you can supervise the 4:00 study period before you...
What are you doing? Answer me.
- Take this. - It's my eye.
Another trap. You can appreciate our boarders' finer instincts.
Get him over there.
I'm blinded.
Don't make a fuss. Show me.
It's not pretty.
Ring the bell. School assembly.
- We should call a doctor. - Do you know how much they charge?
What did I say? Ring the assembly.
The bell?
Next to the door, right in front of you.
All right.
Assembly.
- Are they always like that? - Keep ringing the bell.
Two abreast.
Everybody in the schoolyard. Assembly.
Hurry up.
Move faster. Be silent.
- Chrome Dome. - Be silent.
Be silent.
- I didn't say anything. - Be silent.
I called this assembly
because of a despicable attempt against old Maxence.
Under our action-reaction rule, the culprit will be severely punished.
I want the culprit's name within the next three seconds,
or it's six hours of lock-up for each one of you.
Effective until he's betrayed or gives himself up.
Is that clear?
One...
Two...
Three.
No volunteers?
Of course. Come closer.
- Mathieu. - Me?
Come closer.
The school register, Mr. Chabert.
Thank you.
Mr. Mathieu, your new prefect, has been spared your acquaintance.
- Chrome Dome. - Be silent.
So he can choose who goes first without bias.
Be silent.
Pick a name.
At random?
- A word of advice... - Don't interfere. Go on.
Boniface.
Too bad. Chabert, get Boniface.
- Sir, I didn't do anything. - Shut up.
- It's lousy, I didn't do anything. - Watch your language.
Move.
- I won't go. - I'll kick your backside for you.
Be silent.
Furthermore, until I've found the culprit,
there will be no recess and no visitors.
I advise you to give him up quickly.
It's an encouragement to turn informer.
You're full of noble illusions like any new staff member.
Come see me in eight days.
You'll be replacing Mr. Régent. He'll explain your duties.
Clean sheets.
Thank you.
Why are you leaving?
Ten stitches.
Cut with scissors.
Just for confiscating Mouton's cigarettes.
- Mouton? - The boy's name is Mouton.
And Mouton's still here?
By the way, Le Querrec booby-trapped Maxence's door.
I heard him talking about it in the corridor.
- And you didn't say anything? - I didn't want to miss the bus.
Old Maxence punished him for breaking some glass panes.
Simple revenge. That's just his style.
Le Querrec.
Don't forget that name: Le Querrec.
- Morhange too. - Yes.
Morhange doesn't talk much, but keep an eye on him.
Looks like an angel, acts like the devil.
Action-reaction.
That's all they understand.
They're all yours.
- Good luck. - Thank you.
Our benefactresses.
The timetable's over there.
Classes were shared between the headmaster,
who taught French and History,
and Mr. Langlois, who taught every other subject.
Mr. Langlois, here's the new prefect.
Clément Mathieu.
- A prefect at your age? - Yes, but I used to teach.
Very well then.
And he's the funny one.
Take your study period. You're late. No need to show you the way.
Watch out. Chrome Dome's coming.
Gentlemen.
No smoking during class.
The rules apply to everyone. Even you, sir.
Give it back.
Be quiet.
Give it back.
Be silent.
Give it back.
An auspicious beginning. Congratulations, Mathieu.
Sit.
Of course.
You again.
What did he do?
Nothing, Headmaster.
What do you mean, "nothing?" You were about to punish him.
I asked him to go to the blackboard
and I was just telling them to be silent.
Not a minute too soon.
Don't make me come back.
Stand in the corner.
Very well.
Now that you've come to know me, we need to set things straight.
Right now, one of your classmates is in lock-up.
For no good reason.
I may not look like much but I'm no fool.
I know who did it.
He has 15 seconds to give himself up.
I'm waiting.
You'll regret it. Five seconds left.
Too late.
Le Querrec.
Who is Le Querrec?
I am, sir.
What a surprise.
- You hurt Mr. Maxence. - No, sir. I didn't do it.
- That wasn't a question. - I didn't do anything.
Between the two of us, I wonder who the headmaster will believe.
I need someone dependable to keep an eye on things while I'm gone.
According to my sixth sense, that dependable student must be...
...Mr. Morhange.
Come on, come on. Who is Mr. Morhange?
That's me, sir.
So you're the angel.
Go down. You'll supervise the class while I'm gone.
Go on.
Nice. You could pull out your shirt a bit more.
I'm told the rebellious have strong leadership skills. Prove it.
Come to the headmaster's office.
- Have mercy, sir. - Mercy?
What about the boy who's taken your place? And old Maxence?
I didn't want to hurt him. It was just a joke.
A joke?
...a little stint in lock-up. I've had enough of you.
But first, I'm going to give you the flogging of your life.
- Who is it? - Leclerc.
He's tried to run away three times. He's taking him to lock-up.
- So you won't be alone. - Don't.
Maybe we can come to an agreement.
You hurt Mr. Maxence. Badly.
I won't take you to the headmaster but I have to punish you.
Instead of fooling around during recess, you'll work in the infirmary.
You'll be old Maxence's nurse.
You'll look after him until he's cured.
All right?
Not bad.
What do you think?
But I can do better. Give me the chalk. Stand in profile.
Profile.
Let's see a smile for a change.
You can look now.
I almost forgot... Some color would be nice.
Much better. Get back to your seat.
Very well.
I want to get to know you, so you're going to write your name,
your age and your dream job on a piece of paper.
I was astonished when they all did as they were told.
All except one.
You're not writing?
How long have you been here?
A long time?
I don't know.
Write, little fellow.
An exhausting first day.
I forgot why I came here in the first place.
Rachin scares me, the building scares me, even the children scare me.
I keep expecting them to slip into my recess and murder me.
My blanket.
- Got a cigarette? - Shut up.
Go to bed.
I read the assignments again.
They all had fabulous dreams.
Two firemen, three cowboys, one tiger tamer, one fighter pilot,
two spies, a general under Napoleon, one balloonist, three legionaries...
Not one school prefect.
It was nice of you to volunteer to be my nurse.
Doctor, the new prefect asked for a volunteer to take care of me.
And he raised his hand right away.
Proof that we should believe in miracles.
Come in.
Mr. Mathieu, the new prefect.
So?
It's pretty bad, Maxence.
If they've started attacking you, they're beyond help.
You're so patient with them.
I've got a thick skull. You shouldn't be feeling sorry for me.
I feel sorry for those poor kids. Don't forget one of them is dead.
Dead?
His name was Mouton. He jumped off the roof.
Good thing he was an orphan.
Look at him. Everyone says he's a lost cause. It's not true.
He's a good boy. You just have to know him.
Old Maxence is a nice guy.
I'm talking to you, Le Querrec. Don't you think he's nice?
No?
Yes.
- I didn't hear you. - Leave him alone. He's shy.
Like me.
One, two, three, four...
Faster.
Yes?
- I'd like a word, Headmaster. - Leaving us so soon?
- No, I'd like to try something. - You don't say.
About the accident.
- That was no accident. - Quite.
I need three things from you.
- Is that all? - One, cancel the group punishment,
two, let me deal with the culprit, and three, don't ask me for his name.
You'd have to know it first.
Naturally.
Your arrogance astounds me. Do you really think you'll find him?
Very well. If you succeed, I'll cancel the group punishment.
But you'll never get the culprit or I'm the biggest fool in nature.
I know who did it, Headmaster.
Congratulations.
Who is it?
You said I wouldn't have to tell you.
Fine. Very well then.
But I don't like your manners.
You'd better make sure your students behave.
- I've already got them under control. - That's what you think.
One, two, three, four... Go on.
Faster.
- There's no pictures of naked women. - I never said there were naked women.
What does yours say?
"Ave Maria for soprano by Clément Mathieu."
I've got, "String quartet...
...by Clément Mathieu." - Looks like music.
- What do you know about it? - Maybe it's Morse.
- Or some secret code. - Maybe he's no prefect.
Maybe he's an undercover spy.
Chrome Dome.
Give it back to me.
- What is it, sir? - None of your business.
Is there a problem, Mathieu?
No problem.
It's just music.
What for?
A chorus.
In the water closets?
Clear out, chorus.
- Not here, Mathieu. - What?
- Don't play the idiot. - You're not suggesting...?
I won't say anything this time.
- You really see evil everywhere. - In here? Yes.
Baldy, you are through
The rules won't be made by you
Baldy, you are through
The rules won't be made by you
Chickening out, guys?
- You're Corbin. - Yes, sir, but I didn't do anything.
- You were singing. - No, sir. I swear.
You were singing. Badly. And you couldn't even tell.
Go on. Sing.
I'm listening.
Would you prefer to sing for the headmaster? Go on.
Chrome Dome Prepare to meet your doom
You're not the boss of us
No one ever told you you couldn't sing?
Sir? Is that really music in your satchel?
Mind your own business.
By the way, if I ever catch one of you messing with my things...
...he'll be very sorry.
Now be quiet. Time to go to bed. Hurry up.
It's over.
Go to sleep.
I couldn't get their ditty out of my head.
They're not very good at it, but they are singing.
I even spotted a few good voices.
Are those kids really a lost cause?
And I had sworn never to touch my music again.
Never say never.
Nothing is ever truly lost.
January 23rd.
One week after his accident, old Maxence suddenly took a turn for the worse.
The doctor sent him to the hospital.
Is he going to die?
No, we'll save him.
The very same day, Pépinot got into trouble.
Mr. Pépinot, you're a dunce.
Final question. The last one. How did Marshal Ney die?
I'm waiting.
Hunting?
Zero.
One hundred lines by tomorrow: "Marshal Ney was shot."
Get out.
Boniface. Come here, boy.
Here, as a reward for your essay.
Give it to Mrs. Marie and you'll get a cookie.
You knew Ney had been shot, eh?
Of course, sir. Just like Napoleon.
Get out.
Hold on, Mr. Morhange.
I saw you taking notes during class.
This is a rare occurrence indeed. Bring me your notebook.
Charming.
Read it. Admire the spelling.
"Mr. Rachin eats shit by the bushel."
He wrote "Mr.?"
No.
Action-reaction, Mr. Mathieu.
Lock-up.
Come on.
- Gentlemen, enjoy your meal. - Thank you.
Are you hungry, Pépinot?
Now you can eat.
Pépinot?
He's an orphan.
His parents died during the Occupation.
- How did they die? - I don't know.
The kid thinks his father will come for him on a Saturday.
No one ever comes on Saturday.
So we tell him he'll come next Saturday, and so on.
It'd be easier to tell him the truth.
We must have told him 100 times. He won't listen.
Now we let him wait by the gate. Let him enjoy himself.
Be quiet!
Did you see that? Action-reaction.
Meaning?
Action.
Reaction.
There's a visitor for young Morhange.
Morhange is in lock-up.
No visitors for the punished. You know the rules.
Go tell his visitor then.
Good day, madame.
Good day.
I'm the new prefect.
I'm Pierre Morhange's mother.
Clément Mathieu.
I know this isn't the right day, but it's the only time I could...
- No, that's not the problem. - Has he been punished again?
No, nothing like that...
...but he's not here.
What do you mean?
They took him to the dentist. He had a toothache.
A toothache?
Yes, but nothing serious. He'll be back tonight.
I can't wait. I'm going back to work at 5.
Can I leave something for him?
Of course.
Her name is Violette. Violette Morhange.
A single mother at her wits' end about her son,
a thieving introvert expelled from school because he kept running away.
When Pierre was sent to Fond de I'étang against his mother's wishes,
she told the judge, "At least he'll get a hot meal twice a day."
January 30th. The experience begins.
In Brittany, the hats are...
In Brittany, the hats are round
That's why I'm Brittany bound
Soprano. Go left.
Leclerc.
He is born, the Holy Child Let us greet His coming
Almost in tune. Alto, go left.
Delaire.
Three miles on foot What does it use?
Three miles on foot eats up your shoes
Do it again.
Four miles on foot What does it use?
Four miles on foot eats up your shoes
I was right. Bass, go right.
Ricoeur.
I've got tobacco in my pouch
I'll give it away, not today
Smoking is strictly forbidden. Alto, left.
Illouz.
Love is a gypsy child
That obeys no one's laws
Soprano, of course. Left.
Very well. Pépinot.
I don't know any songs.
That's fine. I'll teach you some.
In the meantime, you can be Assistant Chorus Master.
Over there.
Boniface.
Marshal Pétain, here we are
- Who taught you that? - My grandfather.
A little old-fashioned. Left.
Clément.
Citizens to arms Display your charms
Enough. Right.
My camp counselor's a jerk
He doesn't do any work
Go left.
Cuckoo, booboo Cuckoo, booboo
Good. Alto.
Strong beat.
Show me, Corbin.
Sorry, there's no such note. Come here.
Mr. Pépinot, hand me the score.
Thank you. Open your hands.
Hold them like this.
Good. You can be our lectern.
Baton, Mr. Pépinot.
Thank you.
Get ready. On three...
Again.
That's it.
One, two, three, four.
Le Querrec's on bread and water...
Every night, I make them practice a simple tune of my own.
Carpentier has lost his way
Fond de I'Etang is where we're stuck, just our luck
Fond de I'Etang is where we'll be for all eternity
Not bad.
It wasn't Mozart, but I had their attention now.
From now on, I would need the support of my superiors.
What?
A chorus?
Yes.
My poor man, you've completely lost it.
A chorus. You won't get a single note from them or I'm the biggest fool...
Please, Headmaster, don't finish your sentence.
Why not?
They're singing already.
Really?
Just a few notes.
Why ask my permission if you're already doing it?
I don't like your manners.
- Headmaster... - You're annoying me.
I have other things on my mind.
Very well. I enjoy a good laugh.
Make them sing.
But if everything goes sour, you'll lose your job.
Thank you for your support, Headmaster.
February 8th.
As we begin rehearsals, Rachin starts on Morhange.
As soon as he's out of lock-up, he lowers the axe:
one month of community work.
From the beginning. Get ready.
Hey, skivvy. Don't forget my bed.
February 15th.
We're visited by Dr. Dervaux, a psychiatrist.
He brought us a gift.
We've decided to take this boy out of St. Féréol Reformatory
to study his capacity to adapt to a... more liberal environment.
Unlike most of his classmates,
Pascal Mondain has begun to read and write.
At any rate, he can speak more or less normally.
We assessed his potential with the Binet-Simon Test.
The Binet-Simon.
We also administered the Rorschach and Drüss Fables.
- Excellent. - As you know, this test...
That test sorted children into seven different categories:
normal, adequate,
borderline, mildly, moderately or severely retarded.
And finally, imbeciles.
Mondain scored within the borderline zone.
He isn't actually mad, but I should warn you...
According to his profile, he's a gregarious pervert.
Interesting.
And what does that mean?
Well...
- Doctor? - A tendency to be cruel, parasitic,
destructive and above all... Above all, a mythomaniac.
- There you go. - The place is full of them.
Here the children face non-specialized methods of discipline.
Mondain's integration will provide a good case study.
Happy to oblige.
We'll try to meet your scientific requirements.
Gentleman, this fellow is in your hands.
- Will you stay for lunch? - Gladly.
Take good care of him.
Action-reaction.
You're not allowed to smoke.
For the experience to succeed, I had to get the upper hand.
You really look like an idiot.
You'd better behave or you'll get what's coming to you.
All right.
What's coming?
You probably know a song, right?
Yeah, but...
But?
You won't like it.
Why don't you try me? Come here.
Come on.
I'm listening.
One summer day I took out my knob
To give myself a nice hand job
- All right. - Up yours I go
All right.
Told you so.
Not bad.
You'll need to practice, but you have a good baritone.
What?
Baritone. It's not an insult.
When you sing, your voice is low-pitched.
Go to the back with the basses.
- Fuck. - And forget about the fucking.
Next one to laugh gets punched out.
Whenever you're ready, Mondain.
He's allowed back in class.
And here's Pépinot. You forgot him by the gate.
What's wrong, Pépinot? It's not Saturday.
By the way,
when you write to your family...
I don't have any.
Well, for those who do,
remind them that visits are on the first and third Thursday of the month.
Morhange, you're not paying attention.
- What did I just say? - I don't know.
I said, you could write your mother telling her that she can see you
on the first or third Thursday of the month. Or even both days.
Understood? But the punished can't have visitors, so be careful.
I don't want to see the old goats.
Maybe Morhange wants to see his mother.
Maybe he's not the only one.
See, Morhange? We have a real chorus.
- I don't care. - Why don't you care?
Let's hear your voice. Sing for me. Do...
Go ahead.
You want to go back? Your range, quickly.
Coarseness doesn't suit you, kid.
We can't all be like Mondain.
All right. From the top.
- Where are you going? - I need to pee.
Mondain, wait.
- Corbin. - Can I go pee too, sir?
Fine, everyone out.
And be quiet. Quiet.
You have a nice voice, beautiful.
Want a drag?
They left you all alone?
I'll protect you.
Wait for me.
We're the same.
My parents are a couple of buggers.
Your mother's the same.
She got rid of you to have some fun.
No, she's working.
- So the others are telling the truth? - What?
They say she's a whore.
I'll rearrange your face.
Get out.
You're a dead man.
Really?
That day, Morhange missed the 3:00 roll call.
No one ever knew where he went, but he'd come back.
That was the important part.
What are you doing there?
I can't go up.
What do you mean, you can't go up?
Why not?
I have no money.
You need money to sleep? That doesn't make sense.
It's Mondain.
He won't let me come up unless I give him money.
We have to be careful.
At my last place, the prefect caught me.
- So I had to take care of him. - How?
With a bayonet. He bled like a pig.
- You killed him? - Kind of, yeah.
It's no different here. Chrome Dome had better watch out.
- Mathieu isn't so bad. - Yeah, right.
They sing you a lullaby and when you're asleep, they start pawing you.
We've got to kill their kind.
Good evening, gentlemen.
- Enjoy your meal. - Sir, I swear I didn't do anything.
You keep good company, Corbin.
Get out.
Forget about the feast.
I won't tell on you. A gift.
But I'm warning you: don't speak to Pépinot again.
Don't go near him. Don't even look at him.
Do you understand?
One look in his direction, and your life will turn into a nightmare.
See on your way
Forgotten kids who've strayed
Give them a helping hand
Lead them to new horizons Help them understand
Feel, in the depths of despair
A surging wave of hope
The fervor of life
The glorious path
What are you doing, Morhange?
Nothing, sir.
So I heard voices? I must be tired.
Section 8 of the interior rules:
Students will not enter a classroom without supervision.
Mr. Rachin would make you do 100 lines by tomorrow morning.
And who knows what he'd tell your mother.
I don't give a damn about my mother.
- Why? Tell me. - I'll tell you nothing.
Wait. I'm not through. That's a little too easy.
You pay for everything here. Ask Pépinot.
Morhange, strangely enough, the things you do don't resemble you.
Running away, fighting, pretending to be a hoodlum.
Your classmates may laugh, but I won't. I'm not playing along.
Starting tomorrow, you will attend every chorus practice
and take a music lesson every day. Go to bed now.
Go on.
March 3rd.
He can't possibly know, but I do. His voice is a miracle.
The rare promise of an exceptional gift.
Please go out quietly.
I said quietly.
Gradually, as my chorus takes shape,
I bring my new singer out of his shell.
Childish delights
Too soon forgotten and erased
A golden light that burns forever
At the end of the path
Feel, in the depths of despair
A surging wave of hope
The fervor of life
The glorious path
Get your arithmetic notebooks.
You're the one making them sing?
Yes, sir.
- Is that a criticism? - Of course not.
I adore music. Occasionally I even sing a little.
Really?
Why are we waiting? Let's get happy
Why are we waiting? Let's have a ball
- Have a nice day. - You too, dear colleague.
Arithmetic. Page 27.
Good day.
Good day, madame.
- Pierre has been told. He's coming. - Is something wrong?
Everything's fine.
- What about his teeth? - Not a problem anymore.
Did you tell him I came for a visit?
No.
Why not?
I thought I'd better not. Pierre is very sensitive...
...and gifted.
At acting like an idiot, yes.
Not exclusively. By the way, I need to talk to you.
Singing? No one taught him.
It's a gift. We have to do something.
Hello.
I'll leave you two alone. Visit him whenever you like.
I told her you went to the dentist last time.
Don't give me away.
- So you're a good singer? - Yeah.
That man seems to think you're doing well.
Is he nice to you?
He's all right.
I brought you some clean clothes
and I made your chocolate cake.
Are you happy?
April. Those children inspire me.
I knew that one day, someone would play my music.
My name is Clément Mathieu.
I'm a musician and each night, I compose for them.
Like a caress on the ocean
Lightly lands the gull
On the rocks of a sunken isle
Ephemeral winter breeze
At last your cold breath fades away
Far into the mountains high
Face the wind and spread your wings
In the gray eastern dawn
Find a path to the rainbow
And spring will reveal itself to you
Calmly
On the ocean
No good, sir?
It was nice.
Very nice.
Move, you swine.
Little shit. Move.
Move.
- What did he do? - He stole my watch.
I caught him in my bedroom. So I brought him to Rachin.
Action-reaction.
- Where are you taking him? - Lock-up. Fifteen days. Move.
- Wait. - Wait for what?
He's my only baritone.
Yes, Headmaster?
I found more graffiti in the...
Forgive them, Headmaster. It's just a wild ball.
Make way.
Mathieu, Chabert...
...you're with me.
May. With each passing week, I take in new victories.
Wake-up time. Get up.
- Leclerc. - Yeah?
- We're still friends? - Yeah, why?
Five and three add up to what?
- Fifty-three. - Are you sure?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
Perhaps it's an illusion,
but even our headmaster seems to be changing.
Five.
Look, it's old Maxence.
Nobody move.
Smile.
Come on. Come out, Mondain.
It's over, kid.
Come on. One, two...
Chabert, I just told Mr. Rachin that Mathieu's chorus is sensational.
Hurry up.
- I'm tired. - You're always tired. 29.
- What did he say? - "Get lost." That's it.
Where's Mondain?
You didn't notice he was gone before the run?
He attended roll call this morning, Headmaster. He left later.
No one goes out for the rest of the year.
- How much did he take? - Almost 200,000 francs.
How will I pay our suppliers?
I should never have taken him.
All for the sake of an experience. Experience my...
Just like your music.
I won't order coal for the boiler until next week.
In the meantime, I'm calling the police.
When Rachin in his coffin lay
His cock was hard, they say
His cock was his last bid to lift up the coffin lid
Yes, indeed, he's a funny breed
Singing is really developing their minds, Mathieu.
Very impressive.
They've spent three weeks without hot water.
Cold water activates the circulation. Get out.
By the way, Mathieu, forget the chorus.
- But, Headmaster... - Thank you, Mr. Mathieu.
Give me the police.
I don't know what to do about the chorus,
but for the kids, we can use wood.
We're out of wood.
Here.
The headmaster's private stock.
Chabert. Action-reaction.
Chabert surprised me.
I used to think he was Rachin's zealous double,
but I discovered that he was a nice guy
for whom sports and music were the key elements of national unity.
Le Querrec, are you invisible?
With his help, I'm organizing the resistance.
Our chorus is going underground.
You tend to lower your pitch at the end of a verse.
For the last time, please detach every single note.
It's late. Let's stop.
Sir, what about the second part?
- I didn't teach you the solo. - I learned it.
How could you learn it?
All right. Second part.
Get out.
On May 13, just after 3:00, Mondain came back.
- Where's the money? - I don't know.
- So who stole it? - It wasn't me.
Do you want more?
So?
- He's been hitting him? - For half an hour.
- He's crazy. - And he's wasting his time.
The boy won't talk.
Very well.
Let's start from the beginning.
Where's the money?
Speak!
Where's the money?
Let him go!
Let him go.
Calm down.
Calm down!
The boy just confessed. Excellent. I'm calling the police.
You're going to see new horizons, my boy.
With new guards and brand-new bars.
In order to spare the children's fragile trust,
we hid Mondain's fate from them.
Officially, he had gone back to his old school.
One hen
produces an average...
...of 84 eggs a year.
Well-fed...
...and kept... - I saw Rachin's daughters today.
Naked?
- No. ...inside a well-ventilated...
...and clean henhouse, the same hen will lay 150 eggs.
Under such conditions, how many more eggs could...
...a farmer get...
...out of her nine hens?
Nice day.
It's nice to feel the sun. Summer will soon be here.
Pierre is a constant source of surprise to me.
I wanted to thank you for helping him.
I'm doing it for you too.
I mean, if Pierre is doing well, you're doing well, so...
- Let me. - It's nothing.
It's only ink.
- Why are you such an ass? - You want to send us to lock-up?
What's going on?
Why are you hitting him?
Tell me, Bébert.
Because Morhange threw the ink.
You couldn't just shut up?
I'm ashamed of you, Pierre.
Wait.
It doesn't matter. It's only ink.
It's just pride because you're beautiful.
Beautiful?
You're nothing like the other mothers who come here.
Because I live alone?
So do I.
- But you have no children. - No.
In fact, I've got 60 kids.
When you come here, they see the woman of their dreams.
Well, the mother they've all imagined.
It's different for Pierre. You are his mother.
Like any other child, he doesn't like to share.
We have to get him out of there.
- He should go to music school. - I want him to learn a good trade.
Music is a good trade, as long as you've been well taught.
He could go to the Conservatory in Lyon.
I'd follow his progress to prevent any bad habits.
Even there, he could meet mediocre teachers.
And later?
He'll become who he should be.
Pierre is special, and I'll do anything to help him achieve his dreams.
I need your help too.
I understand.
Thank you.
No, it's all wrong.
What's the matter? Are you asleep?
Boniface, your posture.
How can you sing that way? Stand up straight.
From "Such a sweet concert".
What about my solo?
What solo?
My solo.
Your solo, right. It's gone.
Your voice isn't bad, but nobody's indispensable.
I don't care if you sing or not. We can do it without you. Listen.
Start from...
Let's start from O night.
O Night
Bring to
The Earth
The enchanting calm
Of your mystery
Mathieu.
- You're going to get it, sir. - Mr. Chabert said he was in town.
Thank you, children. You can go outside.
You do know that you're annoying me?
Headmaster, I assure you, all their homework is done.
Our lady benefactresses heard about your chorus.
A personal letter from the Countess. She's coming on Sunday, with friends.
- They want to hear this. - Wonderful.
Well, it's nice.
I can imagine the scene. Airs and graces, music.
Some pastries perhaps?
I have to bear the brunt of your idiocies.
Headmaster, you have to admit music doesn't interfere with discipline.
- We've had fewer problems lately. - Chance.
- I don't believe in chance, Headmaster. - I realize that.
Who else could have told the Foundation?
I did.
You can write?
- Mr. Maxence acted for the best... - Spare me your comments.
I don't like your manners, Mathieu.
You don't like anything, Headmaster.
Mr. Rachin. You're wanted in the visiting room.
Later.
This is for you.
Sometimes I think we should have let Mondain strangle him.
Violette was thanking me for helping her son.
She wanted to speak to me privately to share some important news
at the Café de la Place, on the 20th, at 4:00.
I wrote to the Conservatory in Lyon. I'm acquainted with the director.
He was very nice about it. He'll be happy to give him an audition
and if he's admitted, he'll try very hard to get him a scholarship.
I believe things are about to change for the better.
Really?
Since I met you,
I... well...
...my life has... How can I say it?
Changed dramatically?
Yes.
Thanks to you.
- It's such a surprise. - I'd lost faith too.
Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up yet.
You can trust me.
You did bring me luck.
Luck?
I met someone.
He's an engineer. From Lyon, of all things.
I met him at the café. He's building a bridge in the area.
Are you all right?
I'm fine. It's a great opportunity for you and for Pierre.
Don't be upset, but I have to go.
I'd like the three of us to have lunch someday.
You can tell him all about Pierre. Will you do it?
Why not?
Goodbye.
Thank you for everything.
I almost forgot.
Don't tell Pierre right away.
Excuse me. May I take the chair?
- Yes, of course. - Thank you.
Countess, a few flowers.
I didn't understand everything, but I got the feelings.
Thank you, child.
Take these.
Countess, let me introduce Mr. Mathieu, our prefect,
who's in charge of the chorus.
- Countess. - Well done, sir.
Mr. Rachin's humane teaching style is of great interest to us,
and we thank you for your support.
By the way, who decided to form a chorus?
- Well... - I did, Countess.
I did.
Indeed, Countess,
I'm very happy to help such an understanding headmaster.
Well, let them sing.
He's too modest to enjoy compliments.
- Very true. - What are they going to sing for us?
Rameau's Hymn to Night, Countess.
It must be marvelous.
Excuse me?
Who's the little boy standing aside? Has he been punished?
- That one? - Yes.
He's a special case.
May I?
O Night
Bring to
The Earth
The enchanting calm
Of your mystery
The shadow which follows you
Is so sweet
It is such a sweet concert
Your voices chanting hope
Your power is so great
Transforming all into a dream
O Night
O leave still
To the Earth
The enchanting calm
Of your mystery
The shadow which follows you
Is so sweet
Is there anything more beautiful
Than a dream?
Is there any truth
Sweeter
Than hope?
Morhange's eyes followed my tempo,
and in them, I suddenly read many things:
pride and the joy of my forgiveness,
but also something quite new to him.
A feeling of gratitude.
First day of summer.
Our chorus has a new member.
I'm sorry, I missed the reprise. My fault. Go on.
All right. Again.
In their eyes, I can see the desire to flee,
to build a hut way up in the sky.
This fine weather makes them sad.
You have to see this. It's important.
While I was cleaning graffiti off the toilet walls,
I lifted a stone and found this.
- That's Corbin's harmonica. - And that.
It's 200,000 or more.
No one knew about your hideaway.
So don't tell me it was there by chance.
You know they expelled Mondain because of the theft.
I didn't know.
That's true. You didn't know.
Now you know.
Why? What did you want to do with it?
If I tell you, will you tell anyone else?
No one.
I swear.
I wanted to buy...
To buy what?
A hot air balloon.
I don't know who took it, but it proves Mondain's innocence.
He'd never have left without the money.
I'll investigate when I come back.
But don't worry about it, Mathieu.
Even if Mondain was innocent, it won't last. We can't help his type.
- What about justice? - Let her take care of him.
Headmaster, wait for me. Wait for me.
Are you leaving too?
I'm getting a lift. I'm spending the holidays with relatives.
At my sister's house.
They have a piano.
Do you know why Rachin went to Lyon?
I think he's supposed to discuss the balance sheet with the committee.
- No? - Yes.
But he's mostly going to run after a promotion and a medal.
Do you think he'll get them?
He's really smart. He's going to present an impeccable report
without saying a word about all the horrible things.
He'll even claim the success of the chorus for himself.
Success?
Certainly. I heard them. They're good.
Sir, is it true that Langlois left with the head?
Yes. Chabert and Carpentier have taken two weeks' holidays.
- We're in charge. - There's no class today?
No.
- What are we going to do? - Take a nap.
I have a better idea.
Thank you.
I don't want to...
- Your rosette? - Yes.
The bird is in the nest, Mr. Rachin.
I can't thank you enough.
I'm sorry, Headmaster. You're wanted on the telephone.
I'm sorry.
Headmaster!
- Do something. My son is up there. - Let me through.
The fire had caught under the eaves.
The dormitories, where the children had last been seen, were in flames.
Sixty unfortunate children,
caught in a snare.
Rachin saw his promotion and his rosette
destroyed before his very eyes.
But, suddenly...
After breakfast, we used the door leading out of the vegetable patch
to avoid old Marie and the villagers.
We went to the forest of Lignan.
For what purpose?
A treasure hunt. They were so happy.
I don't need to tell you how disappointed I am, Mr. Maxence.
This was entirely my idea, Headmaster.
Mr. Maxence never stopped trying to dissuade me.
Not very convincing.
We could also consider the fact that we saved the children's lives.
If you hadn't left the school, it wouldn't have caught fire.
I don't even know why I'm listening to you.
Mr. Maxence, owing to your long years of service, I'll just suspend you.
As for you, Mr. Mathieu, you're fired.
For breaking the rules.
Then you should fire me too.
You don't get to decide.
It's nice of you, Mr. Maxence, but you're needed here.
Think about the children, since this gentleman never does.
I've settled up with you. Here.
You're leaving right now, on the 6:00 bus.
You're allowed no contact with your former students. None.
- What? - Mr. Maxence, see to it.
Get out.
Headmaster, before I go, I'll tell you what I think of you.
- I already know, Mathieu. - You're an incompetent,
- truly evil man. - What about them?
They're not here by choice.
Neither am I. I never wanted to be a teacher.
Don't tell me you wanted to come to that miserable place.
- You had other ambitions? So did I. - Don't take it out on them.
Do you think I like being a warden?
Someone has to do it.
Pack up your bags and go to Paris. Make the Ministry rounds.
Knock-knock. "Hello. My name is Mathieu.
We need real teachers instead of washouts."
Fight for the cause if you believe in it, Mathieu.
Saint Mathieu.
You're nothing but a failed musician.
A prefect. A small prefect. Small, small, small.
"What do you do, Mr. Mathieu?" "I'm a prefect."
Small. Small. Small.
You're crazy.
I'm tired.
Go to the devil.
No, I'm leaving him behind.
I had hoped a few students would break the rules to say goodbye.
I saw no one.
The wisdom of these children came across as indifference.
And Morhange...
Enough.
"See you soon, Mr. Mathieu."
"Goodbye, Chrome Dome."
On the first note, I recognized Boniface's careful script.
The spelling mistakes were Pépinot's, of course.
This one, filled with music notes, came from Morhange.
And this one...
And that one...
Be silent! Make them stop!
The door's locked.
Open up!
Right then I felt a sudden burst ofjoy and optimism.
I wanted to share it with the entire world.
But who would have listened?
No one even knew I was alive.
The great artist would soon give way to the ordinary man.
I'm Clément Mathieu,
a failed musician, an unemployed prefect.
"I'm Clément Mathieu,
a failed musician, an unemployed prefect."
What happened next?
He never finished his journal.
But I can tell you the story.
Pépinot answered my questions.
The following day, on the way back, my childhood caught me by the throat.
When Mathieu was fired, my mother took me back home.
We left for Lyon, where I was admitted to the Conservatory.
The engineer tried to send me to boarding school.
She refused. He left us.
Chabert, Langlois and old Maxence joined forces to expose Rachin's abuse.
The children were questioned and Rachin was fired.
Clément Mathieu gave music lessons for the rest of his life,
without courting notoriety.
Everything he did, he kept for himself.
For himself? No, not quite.
Mr. Mathieu.
Wait a bit.
Mr. Mathieu.
What are you doing?
Can you take me with you?
Sir.
I can't do that. You have to go back to school. They'll punish you.
Please?
- Can we go now? - Coming.
It's forbidden. I can't take you with me.
Go back.
Go on.
Pépinot had been right all along.
Mathieu was fired on a Saturday.
请进
皮埃尔 是法国打来的电话 很紧急
让他音乐会后再打来
是关于你母亲的
喂?
片名: 放牛班的春天
还记得我吗?
"池塘之底" " 爸爸周六来接我"
佩皮诺
当然
佩皮诺! 多少年没见了?
噢 整整有50年了
"池塘之底"
啊你那时个子很小在第一排
这个是你
那个学监 他叫什么来着?
克莱门特·马修
不知道他后来怎样了?
打开它
"池塘之底" -- 1949年
这是马修在"池塘之底"时期写的日记
关于他的故事 我们的故事
他指定由你来保管
我想这应该作为历史资料被保存下来 所以...
1949年1月15日
在各个领域都遭到了一系列挫折后
我确信自己人生的最低点将要来临
这是一间寄宿学校 专为问题少年"再教育"而设立
至少招聘广告上是这么说的
"池塘之底"
就连学校的名字看起来也是为我而选的
早上好?
就你一个人吗?
你在那干什么?
我在等星期六到来
为什么?
因为爸爸会来接我
可今天不是星期六啊?
佩皮诺!
你好 我是克莱门特·马修 新来的学监
你做学监有多久了?
我以前在一家私立学校工作
- 你教什么? - 音乐
- 啊那一定会和哈森先生相处得很融洽 - 哦?
校长 他曾经是个喇叭手
是吗?
这些是他的女儿 他就住这里
- 你以前见过哈森先生吗? - 还没有 这份工作是指派给我的
是吗?
他是马克森斯大叔
我刚到 他就向我说明了我的职责
他身兼门卫 护士仓库保管员和维修工
他在干什么?
这是受到哈森先生惩罚的学生
15天校园服务或卫生打扫
这些孩子到底是怎么回事?
他们没有告诉你吗?
没有
这是医疗室 待会儿我再带你去看看我们的小菜园
好的
- 混蛋 你怎么回事?又玩花样? - 让我来帮你...
你是克莱门特·马修吧?
校长先生
我是哈森 校长
啊校长先生 对不起
是的 你迟到了
- 他们给了我错误的火车时刻表 - 守时是这里的基本原则
是
校长先生
是 校长先生
好 跟我来
首先 你必须学习一下我们这的规章 然后今天下午四点开始上课
你又在搞什么名堂来着 回答我?
- 拿着这个 - 我眼睛很疼
又是一个陷阱 看看吧 这些寄宿生的"优良品德"
让他坐到那边
我什么也看不见了
冷静些 让我看一看
是够呛的
- 你 出去敲钟 叫所有人集合 - 我们是不是该先找个医生?
你知道这里的规章吗? 我跟你说什么来着 去敲钟 集合!
钟在哪?
你打开门就可以看见了
集合!
这种事经常发生吗?
敲 只管敲你的钟
所有人都到院子里去 集合!
快点 安静
(秃头!) - 安静!
保持安静!
- 我什么也没说! - 闭嘴!
我把你们召集起来的原因是 马克森斯大叔刚刚成为了一起阴谋的受害者
根据我们的"行动-反应"原则 肇事者要受到严厉的惩罚
所以 如果我们三秒钟内不能找出那个肇事者
所有人就要轮流关6小时的禁闭
直到那家伙自首或者被揭发出来 明白了吗?
一 二 三
没有人?很明显
过来
你 马修
我?
过来
查贝尔先生 请把名册给我 谢谢你
马修先生是新来的学监 他还没来得及认识你们
秃头!
安静!
将由他来决定你们中谁先受罚
安静!
挑一个名字
随便选?
如果你允许我给一点建议的话...
让他来.选吧
博尼法斯
很不幸 查贝尔 把博尼法斯带出来
但我什么也没做!
闭嘴!
我不走 我什么也没做! 你就不能闭嘴吗 走!
我不走 我不走!
安静!
补充一点:如果找不到肇事者 所有的娱乐活动都将被取消
并禁止一切外来访问
因此 我要求你们尽快将他揭发出来
这只会让他们互相诽谤
像每个新来者一样 你充满着同情 但几天之后 让我们等着瞧吧...
哈隆先生和你调换工作 你接替他的职位
干净的床单
谢谢
你为什么要离开?
无法痊愈的伤口
剪刀划的
只因为我没收了穆东的香烟
"绵羊"?
一个孩子 他的名字叫穆东
他还在这里吗 这个穆东?
据我所知 是勒盖莱克在马克森斯大叔的门上做了手脚
我是在走廊里偷听到的
但你为什么要保持沉默?
说来话长 我可不想误了汽车
马克森斯必须为揭发他的恶作剧受到惩罚
这是报复 他的风格就是如此
勒盖莱克 你最好记住这个名字 勒盖莱克
还有 "莫昂奇"...是的 "莫昂奇"
他少言寡语 但是你得小心他
天使的脸蛋 魔鬼的身体
"行动-反应" 这是众所周知的原则
我要走了 祝你好运!
谢谢你
这是我们的赞助人
那边是课程表
在课程表上 校长教授历史和语文
至于其他课程 看来朗格勒瓦先生是唯一的教师
朗格勒瓦先生 让我给你介绍我们的新学监
我叫克莱门特·马修
你这把年纪当学监?
是的 我当过教师
那真是再好不过了
他已经不会说笑了
那里是教室 你应该去那边 已经迟到了
不需要我给你带路吧
先生们
教室里禁止吸烟 每个人都一样 你也不例外 先生
还给我 安静!
还给我
没事吧?
祝贺你.马修
坐下
真是天性 你 总是你
他做了什么?
没什么 校长先生
怎么会没什么?
你刚才不是想惩罚他吗?
噢 不是的.我刚在黑板上写了问题 我正要求他们保持安静 你就进来了
事实上 你应该让他们保持安静 下不为例
站到角落去
好的 现在 看来你们了解我多一些了 我们有些事要做
刚才 你们的一个伙伴进了禁闭室
但他什么也没做
而我 看起来一无所知 但事实上并非如此
我知道是谁干的
我给他15秒来坦白
我在等
不幸的是 还剩5秒
太迟了
勒盖莱克 谁叫勒盖莱克
是我 先生
看
那么 是你把马克森斯大叔弄伤的
不 不是我
我不是在问你 我只是在确认
我什么也没做
这些话留给校长说吧
当我不在的时候 希望有个严肃的人来维持秩序
如果我的第一印象没错的话 这个严肃的人是
莫昂奇先生(孤儿的同音词)
安静 谁叫莫昂奇?
是我 先生
那么 "天使的脸蛋"指的就是你
到黑板那去 在我离开时维持班级秩序
快去!
不错啊穿着整齐
衬衫露了出来 很时尚啊
既然人们说俊男有领导能力 你应该好好表现一下
让我们到校长那里去
可怜可怜我吧 先生
可怜?
你有没有可怜过代你受过的同学?
你有没有可怜过马克森斯大叔?
我没想伤害他 我只想开个玩笑
玩笑?
够了 你听到没有 我得在办公室里给你好好上一课
那是谁?
是莱克勒克 这是他第三次被关起来了
他刚从禁闭室放出来
没事的 你不会挨打的 我们走
不
听着 也许我们可以私下解决
你让马克森斯大叔伤得很重 非常重
我可以不把你交给校长 但我还是要给你个教训
从今天起 我们没有了娱乐活动 你必须去医院帮忙
你将负责照顾马克森斯大叔 直到他复原
同意吗?
不坏呀 嗯?
我相信我能画得更好 给我来个侧姿
侧姿!
笑一笑 变换一下表情
来 转过头来
啊我忘了
小红点
是不是看起来好一点了?回座位去
好了 为了更好的了解你们
我要求你们在一张小纸片上写下你们的姓名 年龄 以及你们将来想从事的职业
出乎我的意料之外
所有学生都写得很认真
所有人 除了一个
你不写吗?
你来这里多久了?
很久了?
我不知道
来吧 写下来 小伙子
疲乏的第一天
我不知道为什么来这里
哈森令我害怕 这阴森的建筑令我害怕
甚至这些孩子也让我害怕
我觉得他们中有些人会走进我的房间来谋害我
我的床单!
给我来一口? 闭嘴 睡你的觉
我读了学生们写的东西
每个人的梦想都完美极了
两名救火队员 三个牛仔 一名驯兽师
四个杀手 二个间谍 一名拿破仑的将军
一个热汽球驾驶员 三名士兵 不过 没有一个人想当学监
你能来这帮忙真是太好了
看 医生 新学监让学生来帮我的忙
他有权不来这里 但他自愿要来
所以我们应该相信 有时奇迹是会发生的
请进
这位是马修先生 我们的新学监
你好 你好
怎么
马克森斯大叔 你呆的地方太艰苦了 如果我是你 就会绝望的
全因为你对他们很耐心
你太苛刻了
但我不抱怨 该抱怨的是孩子们
有个孩子甚至还死了
死了?
他叫穆东 他从宿舍里跳下去 自杀了
他是个孤儿
每个人都说他无可救药了 但实际上不是的
有点可怜 需要理解
马克森斯大叔很善良 不是吗?
勒盖莱克 我在问你
马克森斯大叔很善良 不是吗?
是的
我听不见
别取笑他了 他很害羞 就和我一样
什么?
我要和你谈谈 校长先生
啊你这么快就要离开我们了? 不 我只是想做个实验
关于马克森斯大叔的意外
那不是意外
当然 但是 我希望您能批准三件事
哪三件?
第一 取消对娱乐活动的禁令
第二 由我来惩罚肇事者
第三 请允许我不说出他的名字
如果你能抓住他的话
当然 只要我抓住他
你很傲慢 伙计
那么 你觉得这样能找到他吗
好 很好.如果你答应 我将取消对娱乐活动的禁令
而永远找不到肇事者 将使我成为一个大傻瓜
我知道是谁干的 先生
噢 很好 是谁?
你答应过允许我不说出他的名字
好 很好
但你必须非常小心这些学生
尤其是别向我抱怨你的班级
我的感觉是 一切都在控制之中
哈哈 你说的好听 我的朋友
这些不是色情图片
我没说过这些是色情图片
里面是什么?
圣母颂 男高音 克莱门特·马修作
这是五重奏和弦 克莱门特·马修作
这些是乐谱
你怎么知道?
是摩斯密码吧?
也许是密码?
是的 他可能是个间谍
对 可能是间谍学监 对 对
快!秃头来了
还给我
这是什么 先生
不关你的事
有问题吗 马修?
不 没事
这些是乐谱
做什么用的?
合唱
我不明白
出来 合唱团
别这么做 马修 别做什么
别这样做 你不明白吗?
你不信任我
我假装这次没看见
你真的认为这里一切都有问题? 这里?是的
...你会完蛋的 秃头...
...轮不到你来拿主意...
喂 兄弟们 你们在干什么?
你的名字叫科宾 对吗?
先生 我什么也没做
有 你在唱歌
先生 我发誓
你在唱歌 而且...还跑调了
你自己不知道
来 接着唱 我在听
也许你愿意去校长办公室唱
来呀 唱:"...你会完蛋的 秃头..."
...你会完蛋的 秃头...
...轮不到你来拿主意...
你从没提过 你歌唱得很好
你的皮包里真有一本乐谱 先生?
把你们自己的东西看好
会出事的
下一次我再发现有人翻我的东西 你们就会知道会发生什么
但现在 保持安静 好好睡觉.讲完了
睡觉
这件小事一直萦绕我心头
尽管他们唱得不怎么样 但他们喜欢唱歌
我甚至发现他们当中有几个嗓子不错
是否真拿这些孩子没办法了呢?
而我 我发过誓不放弃音乐创作
永不轻言放弃
希望就在前面等待着我
1月23日 那次意外后一星期
马克森斯大叔的病情突然恶化了
医生把他送去了医院
他会死吗?
不 他们会治好他的
同一天 佩皮诺有了麻烦
佩皮诺先生 你真是无可救药了
最后一个问题 最后一个
马利萨尔是怎么死的?
我等着呢
狩猎时死的?
零分
明天前把这个答案写100遍 马利萨尔是被处决的
解散
博尼法斯
过来 孩子
博尼法斯
拿着 这是给你作文的奖励
你把这个拿给玛丽夫人 她会给你饼干的
你知道马利萨尔是被枪决的吗?
是的 先生 就和拿破仑一样
你可以走了
等等 莫昂奇先生
我看到你在我课上记了笔记
我必须说 你的认真令我惊讶
把你的笔记本给我
真迷人
拿着 让我们读读 欣赏一下他的拼写
"哈森先生去厕所吃屎"
还写了什么?
呃 没有了
马修先生 "行动-反应" 禁闭他
走吧
先生们 好胃口!
你饿吗?佩皮诺?
拿着 你可以吃午饭了
佩皮诺 他是个孤儿
他的父母在被占领期间死了
他们怎么死的? 不知道
问题是 这个孩子仍然认为他父亲会在星期六来接他
每个星期六 当然没有人来
我们就说下个星期 一直这样
直接告诉他真相会不会更好点?
我们重复了上千次 你的父母已经死了 但是没有用
现在 我们必须让他在大门口等 这会让他好受一些
闭嘴!
你明白吗 "行动-反应"
你什么意思?
"行动?" - " 反应!"
有人在会议室等莫昂奇
莫昂奇在禁闭室里
他不能会客 你知道的 这是规定
你自己去和来访者说吧
你好 夫人
你好
我是新来的学监
我是皮埃尔·莫昂奇的母亲
克莱门特·马修
我知道今天不是访问日 但是我今天必须要来
不是因为这个 是因为...
他又受罚了?
不 不 他没有受罚
不过他不在这里
怎么会?
一小时前 他因为牙痛去医院了
因为牙痛?
是的 有一颗牙要拔 没什么大不了的
他晚上就会回来
我不能等他了 我5点要上班
我能托你带给他一些东西吗?
当然
她的名字叫维奥丽特 维奥丽特·莫昂奇
单身母亲 为她儿子的叛逆行为感到绝望
一个习惯于偷窃 内向的男孩.因为屡次逃学被公立学校开除
皮埃尔被强制送进了"池塘之底" 尽管他母亲并不愿意
她向法官求情 让他至少在中午和晚上能吃上热饭
1月30日 实验开始
...他们戴着圆顶帽 布里多尼...
...他们戴着圆顶帽 布里多尼的强盗...
男高音 站到左边去
莱克勒克
...神童降生 众人称颂...
女低音 站到左边
德雷
...三公里的山路 太长 太长...
...三公里的山路 累得无法想像...
从开头再唱一边
...四公里的山路 太长 太长...
...四公里的山路 累得无法想像...
如我所料 男低音 站右边
希格?
...好极了...
...好极了 你没有鼻烟盒...
...好极了 你将一无所有...
不过你不许抽烟
女低音 去左边
路易
...王后陛下的小公主...
...一点不懂王法...
男高音 当然.站左边
佩皮诺
我一首歌也不会
不要紧 我可以教你
同时 我任命你为合唱团的指挥助理
博尼法斯
...玛丽桑 我们来了...
谁教的你这首歌?
我爷爷
你没那么着急 去左边
克莱门特
...可恶的市民 整好你们的队伍...
去右边
...所有律师都是恶棍 抽烟 喝酒 到处找活干...
左边
...咕咕 咕咕 咕咕...
很好 女低音
唱来听听 科宾?
不好意思 这个音不存在 过来
佩皮诺先生 把乐谱给我
非常感谢
张开手
这个姿势
我任命你为乐谱架
佩皮诺先生 指挥棒 非常感谢
注意 跟着我
不是很好吗?
一 二 三 四
...格雷克喜欢吃面包...
...勒莱克非常的聪明...
每天晚上 我都让他们练习我的新作品
...我们是"池塘之底" 缓解不安的计划...
...我们是"池塘之底" 所以有人会不安...
...我们是"池塘之底" 缓解不安的计划...
...我们是"池塘之底" 所以有人会不安...
不坏啊
尽管这不算是伟大的艺术 但我激发了他们的兴趣
为了更进一步 我需要上级的支持
什么?
合唱团?
是的
可怜的马修 你真是神经失常了
合唱团?你永远没法让他们唱歌的 否则我就会是音乐之王
求你了 先生 别拿什么之王之类的来赌咒
为什么?
因为他们已经在唱了
真的吗? 一点点
那你为什么还来请求我的许可 既然你已经做了决定
我不喜欢你的方式 明白吗?
校长先生
你给我惹麻烦
我还有别的事情要做
好吧 我很乐意让他们唱歌
但是 如果搞砸了 你就必须离开 走吧
谢谢你的鼓励 先生
2月8日 当我准备第一次排练时 哈森拿莫昂奇出气
在刚关完他禁闭后 他被罚在学校进行一个月的公共服务
...从前有个小个子 他叫盖耶卡拉比...
...他打猎去了远方 猎场叫做贝迪卡拉比...
...卡拉比 多多卡拉波 盖耶的伙伴...
...会要你 会要你 会要你的命...
...他打猎去了远方 猎场叫做贝迪卡拉比...
...他爬上一棵树 想看猎狗追逐卡拉比...
...卡拉比 多多卡拉波 盖耶的伙伴...
...会要 会要 会要你的命...
2月15日
德尔沃医生来访 他是位心理学家
他给我们带来一份小礼物
我们决定把这个孩子从索菲亚教养院带来
研究他对新环境的适应性
但和他大多数的同学不一样 蒙丹会阅读 会写字
总之 他知道怎么说话
就和正常人一样
我们对他进行了菲尔·西蒙测验
菲尔·西蒙测验
是的 他还通过了霍佳测试
很好
这个测试...你知道 将儿童的智力分为七等
正常 适中 偏低 轻微缺陷 中度缺陷 严重缺陷
最后一等 白痴
蒙丹属于偏低这一等
从某方面来说 他的情况不是太坏.但我必须提醒你
他有一点"刺伤"倾向
够糟了
准确些说 那是什么意思?
医生...?
有暴力 破坏的倾向 特别是
撒谎成癖 准确地说
毛病真不少 但是这里
这里的孩子接受的是常规的教育
我们将观察他是如何融入环境的
小菜一碟
我们会尽力配合你的科学实验的
先生们 你们负责安顿好他
能请您来吃午饭吗?乐意之致
至于他 你们得一直保持警惕
"行动-反应"
这里禁止吸烟
为了顺利完成实验 我必须保持自己的权威
你嘴真臭
你必须服从命令 否则就等着瞧
好
让我瞧瞧?
你会唱歌吗?
是的 但是
但是什么?
你不会喜欢的
总得试一试 来
来呀
我听着呢
...我在克莱尔面前露出了那玩意儿...
...我等不及要操她...
停! (...上次和你睡是很久前了...)
够了!
我告诉过你的
不坏 需要练习 但你有很好的男中音嗓子
什么音?
男中音 这不是在侮辱你 只是形容某个人的声音在唱歌时比较浑厚
到后面去 和那些低音一起
婊子
让你的婊子歇歇吧
下次谁再敢笑 我保证叫他好看
听候吩咐 蒙丹
他的惩罚结束了
我把佩皮诺带回来了 我把他忘在门口了
佩皮诺 今天不是星期六
顺便说一句 在写给你们父母的信里
我没有父母
当然 那些有父母的人
提醒他们 每月第一或第三个星期四来探望你们
莫昂奇 你这么快就分心了 我刚才说的什么?
呃 我不知道
我刚才说 你可以写信给你妈妈
在每个月的第一个和第三个星期四来探望你
或者这两天都来 知道了吗?
但是 受惩罚的人不能接受探望我老爸 我不想见他
但莫昂奇可能想见他妈妈
他并不孤单
好了 莫昂奇 加入合唱团吧
不关我事
什么事?
你的嗓子怎么样 让我们听听
"哆..." 来~
你想禁闭室去吗? 来 快点
你的嗓子可能不好 孩子
不是每个人都有好嗓音的
再来一次
你干什么?
我受够了 我要上厕所 蒙丹 等等
来 科宾 我也是 我要上厕所 先生
好吧 所有人都出去
安静 安静
...从前有个小个子 他叫盖耶卡拉比...
...他打猎去了远方 猎场叫做贝迪卡拉比...
...卡拉比 多多卡拉波 盖耶的伙伴...
...会要你 会要你 会要你的命...
唱得好 美人
来一口?
你怎么一个人?我会保护你
等等我 我们很相像
我 我的父母都是杂种
你妈妈和你也是
她把你放在这 自己在外面快活
不 她必须要工作
- 啊看来他们说的是真的 - 什么?
她是个婊子
进去!
你死定了!
噢 是吗?
莫昂奇缺席了那天下午三点的点名
没有人知道他去了哪里 但不管怎样 他回来了
这是最重要的
你为什么在这儿?
我没有权利到楼上去
你什么意思?没有权利?
为什么?
因为我没有钱
你没有钱 就不能睡觉?到底出了什么事?
是蒙丹.如果我不给他钱 他就不让我睡觉
我们一定要小心
我在以前的学校里总是被学监注意
而我让他付出了代价
你怎么做的?
我捅了他一刀 让他鲜血狂喷
- 你把他杀了? - 也许是的
这里也是一样 不要让秃子吓住我们
马修不是坏人
你在开玩笑吗?他在你们面前表现得很好
到了你们背后就会来阴的 你们能忍受得了吗?
晚上好 先生们
- 祝你们胃口好! - 我发誓什么也没做 先生!
你很喜欢交朋友 科宾
出去!
我不会对别人说你们在这吃东西
作为给你的礼物
但是我警告你
不要和佩皮诺说话 不要靠近他
甚至不要看他 明白了吗?
就算只看一眼 我也会把你的人生变成恶梦
- 你在这干什么 莫昂奇? - 没什么 先生
我刚才听到了歌声 也许是疲劳产生的幻觉
第八条校规:学生禁止单独前往教室
如果是哈森先生 他会罚你把作业抄上一百遍
也许不让你见妈妈
我不在乎我妈妈
- 你做了什么 回答我! - 我没什么要和你说的
等等! 我的话还没说完 你不能就这么走开
佩皮诺做什么都要收钱
问题是: 莫昂奇 你在做一些没有意义的事
违反规定 打架 和流氓凑在一起
也许这让其他人感到失望 但我没有
你的小把戏将要结束 你从明天起必须加入合唱团
并且你必须每天参加音乐课
走吧 睡觉去
走吧
3月3日
也许他没注意 但我确定
他的声音是个奇迹
那个音调很不寻常
你们现在可以走了 保持安静
安静!
渐渐的 随着我的合唱团的进步
我向新学生们教授了更多的课程
...黑暗中的方向...
...希望之光...
...生命的热忱...
...荣耀之路...
...童年的幸福...
...转瞬即逝...
...绚丽的金光...
...闪耀在小路尽头...
...黑暗中的方向...
...希望之光...
...生命的热忱...
...荣耀之路...
...童年的幸福...
...转瞬即逝...
...绚丽的金光...
...闪耀在小路的尽头...
...黑暗中的方向...
...希望之光...
...生命的热忱...
...荣耀之路...
哦 拿出你们的数学课本
呃 但是 是你让这些孩子唱歌的吗?
是的 先生 你有意见吗?
噢 不 恰恰相反 我喜欢音乐
- 我经常哼些小曲 - 是吗?
...幸福就在前方 你还在等什么?...
...你还在等什么?快来 快来...
...啦啦啦啦啦 啦啦啦啦啦...
祝你愉快!
你也是 亲爱的同事
代数课本 第27页
你好 夫人
皮埃尔马上就来
- 出了什么事? - 一切正常
他的牙怎么样了?
没有问题了
你告诉他我上次来了吗?
- 没有 - 为什么?
因为我觉得最好不要告诉他
你知道 皮埃尔是个敏感的孩子 而且他很有天份
对 做傻事的天份
不只是这样
我需要和你就此谈谈
唱歌?没有人教过他?
他的嗓子很好 显然 我必须为此做些什么
你好
好吧 我先走了
随时欢迎您
我没告诉你妈妈你受了惩罚 我骗她说你去补牙了 别说漏嘴了
- 你唱得很好 不是吗? - 是的
那位先生看起来很为你高兴 他对你好吗?
不坏
我给你带来了换洗衣服 还有巧克力
你开心吗?
4月 孩子们让我充满灵感 (...海上的风...)
我确定自己在音乐上光明的未来即将来临
我是克莱门特·马修 一名音乐家 每晚为他们作曲 (...托起轻快的羽毛...)
...吹过积雪的大地...
...传来讯息 冬天即将过去...
...你的回声 飘向远方...
...西班牙城堡...
...在旋风中转动 伸展双翼...
...在灰暗的早晨寻找通往彩虹的道路 揭开春的序幕...
...海上的风...
...托起轻快的羽毛...
...驻足于孤岛的岩石之上...
...传来讯息 冬天即将过去...
...你的气息飘向远方...
...飘向深山...
...在旋风中转动 伸展双翼...
...在灰暗的早晨寻找通往彩虹的道路 揭开春的序幕...
...海面依然平静...
唱得好吗? 先生?
是的 非常好 你们唱得很好
安静!
混蛋! 走!
他做了什么?
他想在我的房间里偷我的表 我太吃惊了
不需要征求哈森的意见了 "行动-反应"
- 你带他去哪? - 禁闭室! 把他关上15天!
- 等等! - 等什么?
他是我唯一的男中音
马修!
- 怎么了 先生? - 我又看了那些画...
对不起 校长 只是不小心
站到一边去!
马修 查贝尔
跟我来!
5月 随着时间一周周过去 我变得越来越成功
...夏日的拂晓...
...跳动的梦境...
...我心升起 飞离大地...
...眼中的泪水已经消逝...
莱克勒克 我们是好朋友 不是吗? (...我沉湎其中...)
当然 为什么问我这个? (...一切似在燃烧...)
-5乘7等于几? -53
- 你确定吗? - 当然
谢谢!
...航行在风中 海岸已远去...
...夏日已经来临...
...唱着自由的歌...
...乌云已经散去...
...夏日的第一个月...
...快乐的舞动...
...一切都在跳动...
也许只是幻觉 但是
看起来我们的校长被这些变化征服了
...荣誉 耻辱与恐惧都已远离...
...孩子的困惑...
...毫不忧伤...
...夏日的拂晓...
...跳动的梦境...
...我心升起...
...飞离大地...
...眼中的泪水已经消逝...
...我沉湎其中...
...一切似在燃烧...
...航行在风中 海岸已远去...
...夏日已经来临...
...唱着自由的歌...
...乌云已经散去...
...夏日的拂晓...
...跳动的梦境...
看 马克森斯大叔
注意 不要动
笑一笑
来 出来 蒙丹!
结束了 孩子
来吧!
查贝尔 我刚见了校长先生
告诉他马修的合唱团太棒了
- 我累了 - 但你总是那么累 那就走吧!
你刚才说什么?
离开这里 就这些
蒙丹在哪?
你没注意到他在跑步时不见了吗?
他早上时还在的 校长先生
那之后 他...
好吧 有鉴于此 我将禁止今年一切校园外的活动
- 他拿的钱多吗? - 所有的钱 将近10万法郎
现在 我拿什么来付油钱?怎么办?
我不该接收他的
只是为了做个测试 该死的测试!
就像你 你的音乐
我们在下周才能等来煤 在那之前 我们必须通知警察
...当他躺在棺材里...
怎么回事?
...胜利的他想要把棺材开...
...5 5 5千法郎 哈森先生...
我注意到那位"音乐之王" 很聪明 马修
他们进步得很快
校长先生 孩子们已经三个星期没有洗热水澡了
凉水有助于血液循环 出去
还有 马修
停止合唱团
- 但是 校长先生 - 谢谢 马修先生
请接警察局
我不知道该拿合唱团怎么办
但是我们可以生柴火来让孩子们洗澡
我们根本没有柴火!
但是校长先生自己有库存
查贝尔 "行动" - "反应"
查贝尔令我吃惊
我以为他是哈森的帮凶
但事实上他很勇敢 并且他认为体育和音乐是国家团结的关键要素
在他的帮助下 我组织了"抵抗小组"
我的合唱团变成了"地下党"
不 你们总是在句子的后半段停顿
我再说最后一遍:保证每个音节的准确
今天晚了 我们明天再练习
为什么不练习第二部分 先生?
我没有教过你独唱部分
但我已经学会了
怎么会?
噢 我们开始吧
来 出来
5月13日 蒙丹回来了
- 钱在哪? - 我不知道
- 谁偷的? - 我不知道 不是我
怎么样了?
他在打他?
一个半小时了
他疯了吗?
他在浪费时间 这孩子什么也不会说的
噢 让我们从头开始
钱在哪里?
说!
钱在哪里?
放手!
冷静!
这孩子已经承认了 好 我向警察局报告
你会看见另一座房子 孩子 另一些守卫和枷锁
为防止孩子们受到伤害 我们没有说出蒙丹事件的真相
"我们将他送回了原来的学校" 然后就结束了
一只母鸡
每年
要生84个蛋
如果我们改善饲养 栖息
通风和卫生条件
它就能生150个蛋
那么因为条件的改善 它能多生多少个蛋?
一个农民有9只鸡...
感觉怎么样?
阳光总是让人心情愉快
让我们渡过美好的一天
你知道 皮埃尔每天都让我惊喜
不管怎样 我...
我非常感谢你为他所做的一切
我也是为你做的
呃 我的意思是 如果皮埃尔情况不错的话 你的情况就会好许多...
- 让我来擦 - 不要紧 不要紧
- 只是墨水 没有关系 - 你太过份了!笨蛋!
出什么事了?噢!
你们为什么要打他?
告诉我 小家伙
嗯 因为他向你扔墨水
你就不能闭嘴吗?
我为你感到羞愧
等等! 没事的!
你必须要理解 那是因为他为你而自豪 你很美丽
美丽?
我的意思是 你和其他孩子的妈妈比起来 很不寻常
你的意思是指我是单身吗?
我也是
- 但是你没有孩子 - 不
嗯 我有60个
但是当他们看到你 他们就好像见到了梦中的女人
我的意思是 他们希望你是来探望他们的妈妈
对皮埃尔来说这不是个梦 你是他的妈妈
像其他孩子一样 他不想和别人分享
我必须让他离开这个学校 这样他就能去上音乐学校
我觉得恐怕音乐不是个好职业
投身于音乐是真正的事业
如果他学了足够的知识 他就能上里昂音乐学院
我试着让他不要养成坏习惯
但是 就是天才有时也会遇到差劲的老师
- 不过? - 不过 他会成功的
木头成不了树
皮埃尔有天份 我正努力不要让它消失
- 但这也需要你的帮助 - 我明白了 谢谢
...噢 夜幕降临...
...你神奇秘密而安静的魔力...
不 不! 今天是怎么了?你们都睡着了吗?
你 博尼法斯 你怎么站的?
你觉得我们这样能唱歌吗?站直了!
好 再来一遍 从"如此轻柔..."开始
...如此轻柔 是你希望中的音乐语言...
...如此宏大 是你的神奇...
...将一切变成美梦...
...噢 夜晚 沉静的夜...
我的独唱在哪里?
什么独唱?
我的独唱!
啊是的 你的独唱 再没有独唱了
你的嗓子很好 但是没有你我们也能行
你唱不唱 我才不在乎呢
没有你的独唱一点问题也没有
听着 我们从...
我们从"噢 夜幕"开始
...噢 夜幕降临...
...你神奇秘密而安静的魔力...
马修!
- 先生 哈森先生想和你谈谈? - 他这么说吗?
噢 解散
你给我带来了许多麻烦 你知道吗?
校长先生 我向你保证 课程都完成了
慈善委员会知道了你的合唱团
这是伯爵夫人的来信
她和她的朋友下个星期天将来这里 她想听听
太好了!
嗯 很好
他们来这里能看到什么? 孩子 音乐 为什么不再来点奶酪?
你做的蠢事让我尴尬
但是 校长先生 你会知道的
音乐并不妨碍规则的执行
这一段时间以来 问题越来越少了
那只是巧合
我不会做什么巧合的事的 校长先生
那是我的理解 谁让你对委员会说合唱团的事的?
是我
你会写字吗?
- 马克森斯大叔显然会 - 我不需要你的解释
我不喜欢你的方式 马修
我以为你什么都不在乎的 校长先生
哈森先生 有人在会客室等你!
我们以后再谈
你的信
他下次再说这些蠢话 我就掐断他的脖子
维奥丽特感谢我为他儿子所做的事
她想和我单独谈谈
她有重要的事要告诉我
约会定在20日下午4点 广场咖啡馆
我给里昂音乐学院写了信
我认识那的院长
他客气地回了信
他很愿意接收他 而你要做的就是
让他有定期的生活费
- 我想从现在开始事情就简单了 - 是吗?
在我遇见你后
我...我的生活...
怎么说?
- 完全改变了? - 没错!
这全是因为你
我无法想像...
我也是 我无法想像...
我在想 也许我错了 这太快了
啊不 相信我 没有问题
事实上 你给我带来了幸运
幸运?
我遇见了一个人
他是来自里昂的工程师
我在咖啡馆遇见的他
他来这里进行一项桥梁工程
你没事吧?
没事
是个好机会 对你或对皮埃尔都是
不用送了 我得走了
我很高兴我们三个将住在一起
你会和皮埃尔说吗?会吗?
为什么不
好 再见
再见
谢谢你所做的一切
噢 我忘了 现在先不要告诉皮埃尔
对不起 我能拿这把椅子吗?
- 当然 - 谢谢
伯爵夫人 我非常高兴...
尽管听不清楚 但我能明白
谢谢你 好孩子
伯爵夫人 请允许我向你介绍马修先生
我们的学监 是他组织的合唱团
伯爵夫人
请接受我的赞扬 先生
我们十分注意教育的方式 而哈森先生也给予了理解和支持
我们也感谢你为这种教育方式做出的贡献
顺便问一下 是谁想起的合唱团的主意?这...
- 这样说吧... - 是我 伯爵夫人 我的主意
事实上 夫人 我非常高兴得到这样好的上级的支持
让他们开始唱吧
- 哈森先生很谦虚 他不喜欢别人的赞扬 - 没错
那么 你们准备唱什么?
哈默的《夜晚》 伯爵夫人
好极了 那一定很动听
对不起 站在那的 那个男孩是谁?
他受罚了吗?
那个男孩?他是个例外
可以开始了吗?
...噢 夜幕...
...降临...
...你神奇秘密而安静的魔力...
...周围笼罩的阴影如此甜蜜!...
...如此轻柔 是你希望中的音乐语言...
...如此宏大 是你的神奇...
...将一切变成美梦...
...噢 夜晚...
...寂静笼罩大地...
...神奇秘密而安静的魔力...
...周围笼罩的阴影如此甜蜜!...
...它难道不比梦境更美?...
...难道不比希望的更加美好?...
时机恰到好处 在莫昂奇的眼中
我突然读出了许多东西
骄傲 宽恕后的快乐
而且 对他来说 第一次懂得了感激
夏日的一天
我们的合唱团迎来了一位新成员
...风中舞动的风筝...
...请不要停留...
对不起 我漏掉了重复的部分
都是我的错 继续
...风中舞动的风筝...
...请不要停留...
...飞向海洋 飞向天空...
...一个男孩在向你仰望...
...舒适的旅程 有趣的盘旋...
...纯真的爱...
...沿着你的轨迹飞翔 飞翔...
我能感觉孩子对自由的渴望 (...风中舞动的风筝...)
在远方玩建小屋的游戏 (...请不要停留...)
美好的天气令他们心碎 (...飞向海洋 飞向天空...)
...一个男孩在向你仰望...
...在暴风雨中...
...你举起双翅...
...不要忘记回来...
...过来 有重要的事...
我刚清扫了厕所的毯子
我在一块砖下发现了这个
- 是科宾的口琴 - 还有这个
里面至少有10万法郎
没人知道你的秘密贮藏室
别告诉我这钱是偶然飞来的
你知道蒙丹因为被指控偷钱送进了监狱吗
我不知道
事实上 你不知道
现在我告诉你了
你怎么回事?你想怎么处置这些钱?
如果我告诉你 你会告诉别人吗?
不会
我发誓
我想省钱来买...
买什么?
一个热气球
我们不知道是谁偷的 但这证明蒙丹是无辜的
他显然从没把钱从这拿走!
他们后天就要把他送去迪摩杜
马修 不用烦恼
就算根本不是蒙丹干的 他迟早也会干的
这种人是无可救药的 无可救药
- 但至少会有正义? - 是的 他得到了应有的惩罚
校长先生 等等我!
- 等等我! - 你也去吗?
我只是搭车 我去我亲戚那渡假
我姐姐那.那里有架钢琴
你知道哈森先生为什么去里昂吗?
我想他想从委员会争取一些资金
- 不是吗? - 是的
但事实上 他主要的目的是争取晋升和奖励的机会
你认为他会成功吗?
哈 面对委员会?他写了份报告
隐瞒了你所知道的可怕的事情 并声称合唱团是成功的
- 成功的? - 对 我听说了 反应很好
先生 朗格勒瓦先生和校长都离开了 是真的吗?
是的 而查贝尔已经休了两星期假 我们自由了
那么今天不用上课了?
不用了
- 我们做些什么? - 小睡上一觉
不 我有个更好的主意
对不起 你...
- 你的预算? - 是的
几乎肯定了 哈森先生
我不知该怎么感谢你
校长先生 你的电话...
对不起 我...
烈火从屋檐上窜起
火焰吞没了校舍 孩子们都在里面
60个孩子像群小老鼠般消失了
对哈森来说
他晋升的机会 他的奖励 都在他的面前烧毁了
但是突然...
我们午饭后从后门出去的
没有让玛丽夫人和其他人看见
接着 我们去了里农森林
你们去那里干什么?
玩捉迷藏 孩子们很高兴
我必须得说 马克森斯大叔 我对你不假外出非常失望
校长先生 我应该为此负全部责任
马克森斯大叔试着劝了我很多次
你的说法没有说服力
从另一方面来说 可以说 我们救了孩子们
是的 但如果不是你们让学校无人看守 就不会有火灾!
我真不明白自己为什么要听你们的解释
噢 马克森斯大叔 考虑到你长期为学校所做的贡献
你将只被扣除一个月的薪水
至于你 马修先生 你被解雇了
因为你的行为违反了校规
如果这样 把我也解雇了吧!
但这里不由你来做主!
马克森斯先生 感谢你的好意 但我相信孩子们非常需要你
想想孩子们 因为这位先生从不会照顾他们
这是你剩下的薪水 给你
你必须马上就走 乘6点的汽车
- 我不许你再见孩子们 - 为什么这样?
马克森斯大叔 看着他 走吧
校长先生 在走之前 请让我说出对你的看法
我知道 马修
- 你并不称职 你太狠心了 - 他们呢
- 他们并没有选择来这里 - 我也没有
我从没想过干再教育这行
你不要告诉我 你来这里是想埋葬成名的梦想
你有你的梦想 我也有我的
- 但不要拿孩子来撒气 - 如果你认为我喜欢那样做 我就让你留下
必须得有人来做 行了
带上你的指挥棒 去巴黎吧
去找总理 "铛 铛 铛"
你好!我是马修 我们必须使用真正的教育者 而不是半调子
奉献吧 因为你有信念 马修! 怎么样 马修!
只是一个不成功的音乐家 一个学监
只是个小学监
我也从事过音乐 马修 现在也是学监! 该死的学监 学监 学监 学监 学监!
你是个疯子
我太累了 出去吧
恰恰相反 我要离开了
我希望孩子们来门口送我 但是那没有人
这些孩子的谨慎看起来更像是冷漠
而莫昂奇 最终...
...风中舞动的风筝 请不要停留...
...风中舞动的风筝...
...请不要停留...
...飞向海洋 飞向天空...
...一个男孩正把你仰望...
...舒适的旅程 有趣的盘旋...
在第一页纸上 我看到了博尼法斯优美的笔迹
而有拼写错误的那个 应该是佩皮诺写的
有乐谱的那页 签下的是莫昂奇的名字
而这一页 那一页
...一个男孩正把你仰望...
...在暴风雨中...
...你举起双翅...
...不要忘记回到我身边...
...风中舞动的风筝 请不要停留...
...风中舞动的风筝...
...请不要停留... (安静!)
...飞向海洋 飞向天空... (他们把门锁上了)
...一个男孩正把你仰望...
在那一刻 我浑身都充满了幸福与乐观
我想向全世界大喊
但是有谁能听到呢?
没有人知道我是谁
伟大的艺术家在镜子前看到真实的自我
我是克莱门特·马修 一个不成功的音乐家 一个不成功的学监
然后呢?
他再没写过日记
但是我 我能告诉你
佩皮诺告诉了我 第二天 在我回学校的路上
童年的记忆喷涌而至
在马修被解雇后 妈妈把我带回了家
我们去了里昂 我进入了里昂音乐学院
工程师想让我继续寄宿 妈妈拒绝了
他离开了我们
查贝尔 朗格勒瓦和马克森斯大叔联合起来
揭发了哈森对学生的虐待
在询问了孩子们后 哈森被解雇了
克莱门特·马修教授别人音乐 直到去世
他从没试过要成名
他所做的事 成为了他自己的秘密
只是他自己的秘密? 不 不只是
马修先生!
等我一下
马修先生!
你怎么在这?
求你把我带走吧!
噢 我不能那么做
你必须回学校去 否则会受罚的
- 求你了 - 我们能走了吧?
马上就来
我没有权利这样做 不能带你走
回去吧
走吧
佩皮诺的执着起到了作用
马修被解雇的那天是星期六
...黑暗中的方向...
...希望之光...
...生命的热忱...
...荣耀之路...
...童年的幸福...
...转瞬即逝...
...绚丽的金光...
...照耀小路的尽头...
...黑暗中的方向...
...希望之光...
...生命的热忱...
...荣耀之路...
...童年的幸福...
...转瞬即逝...
...绚丽的金光...
...照耀小路的尽头...
-- 献给卡邦蒂埃的维奥丽特
没有她就没有这部电影