SKIRT DAY
I don't feel like talking anymore.
It's just a nightmare.
I didn't want to... I didn't choose...
I ended up with a gun in my hand to defend myself...
I really took so much crap.
Those kids became my enemies.
Yo, dude, know what the bastard said?
- Yo, do I give a shit! - I beat his ass good!
- Man, that blond... - His sister's hot.
Yo, get lost. Who gives a fuck!
Yo, I swear, I'm losin' it.
I swear on the Koran, I'm bitchin'.
That fat bitch! Hold this.
Shit, Khadi, give it back. Damn!
Is he your dude? Give it back.
- Shove it down your throat! - Quit bustin' my balls.
What the fuck!
What is that talk?
Let me by. Move!
Fuckin' hot dress, Ma'am. I so wanna marry you!
- Ma'am, you lookin' fine. - Quiet down.
Hey, cool it!
- Yo, we wanna study. - Why you so worked up?
Are you savages? Why push?
You treatin' me like a savage cuz I'm black!
I just want you to enter quietly.
Yeah, and you talk about respect?
Great, let's talk about respect.
It's 8:20! 8:20 exactly.
- And we still haven't gone in. - It's 8:19.
How many of you were here on time this morning?
Yeah, sure.
- You, Farida? - Yeah, Ma'am,
I wuz at da nurses with Melanie.
It's true, I swear on the head of Nawel.
Eat shit! Don't swear on my head!
Swear on your mom's head. Forget me!
Where do ya get off...
Stop screwin' around with me!
Bust her face!
That's enough!
Enough!
Enough already! Chill out!
Fuck man, she's so worked up.
Mehmet?
Come see me, please.
What happened to you?
Is it about yesterday's meeting?
Go sit down.
Pass it, nigga. Pass it.
Get lost!
This is a classroom!
Move the chairs.
Nawel, turn off your phone.
Ping pong's over.
Jérôme, Ali, back to your seats. You two, get up now.
It's OK, Ma'am. Yo, cool it.
They gave us their seats.
No problem, dudes.
Listen up. The Teach said back to ya seats.
- Do it, or else. - We good, Ma'am.
We didn't ask for nothin'.
See, Ma'am. We good. Y'all seen it.
Gotta problem, Mr. Koran?
Enough, Mouss. You think I'm a moron!
Once again, take off your hats, coats. Hurry up, it's 8:30!
Ain't my jacket, it's my grandpa's.
Hurry up.
What are you takin' off, Ma'am?
Man, herfolks gotta be terrorists, cuz she's a bomb!
You've wasted so much time, you won't have a break.
That ain't fair!
You were supposed to learn scene 3, from Act IV
from "The Bourgeois Gentleman".
Nawel, go to the stage and choose a partner.
No way am I movin'. Not in front these asses.
- Jackasses. - Shut ya fuckin' trap!
No way I'm movin'. It ain't happenin'.
Nawel, I'm waiting. You didn't learn it?
Sure I learned it! But I ain't movin'.
- OK, you can speak from your chair. - Fine.
"Sir, I don't know if you know me..."
"You were just a lad... the loveliest child in the world..."
Move. I'm not your doormat.
Now what? Anything to say, do it on stage!
Ma'am, he won't move his feet. Shove off!
Yourfeet stink, you filthy pig!
Sit down!
- Go on, Farid. - Bust his nigger ass!
Sit down!
Will you sit down!
Mehmet, we've time to listen to you.
Go on stage and choose a partner.
Go on, fool.
Yo Mehmet, didya put make-up on this morning?
On stage, you stand tall.
Man, he looks like a shorn sheep with a blow job.
A little louder, Mehmet.
"Sir, I don't know if you remember me?"
"You were just a lad... The loveliest child in the world..."
Good, Mehmet. A little louder.
Take your time. Slow down. Louder.
"All the ladies would take you to their bosom...
Bunch of faggots!
Come on, get off it. Ya shouldn't talk that way.
And don't tell me to shut up!
Enough!
"I was your late father's friend."
"My late father?"
"Yes, he was an honest gentleman."
- "What did you say?" - "I said he was a kind gentleman."
Good, but deliver it slower...
Breathe.
Shut up!
Where's the cowboy hat?
Continue, Mehmet.
Cool it, I'm the boss.
You Kike! On the Koran, you'll get it back.
Whadda ya' know about the Koran, dumbass?
What's in that bag that's so important?
Crazy bitch! Give it back.
How dare you talk to me like that!
Enough of your crap. Go to the Principal!
- Dream on, give it back. - Get out. Go to the Principal.
Wanna live to see tomorrow!
You got no right. Do I touch your shit?
You're smart enough to know it's different, Mouss.
Listen, Ma'am,
give it back or I'll scalp you.
Let's keep it calm. We ain't talkin' to no Principal.
And I swear, these motherfucka kids won't fuck with you again.
I'm protectin' you now. But ya know what ya gotta do.
Everyone shut the fuck up! Nobody moves.
Where are ya goin'? Stay cool.
What's this?
Get out. Go to the Principal.
You... you don't touch it. Understood.
Get out. Go to the... Out! Move it!
You all high and mighty!
Go to the Principal!
It's not ours, Ma'am.
I borrowed it.
We dead if we don't return it.
I swear,
nothin' happened.
Do what I say. I swear on my mother's life, you'll be safe.
I won't give in. This time I won't give in.
Get out. Go to the Principal.
You flippin' out!
- Don't worry, babe. - Get back!
- You gettin' into some deep shit. - Get away. Move back!
Know what's gonna happen when ya get home to 22 bd. Belleville,
4th floor, apartment on the right?
Know what it's gonna feel like to have two dicks...
two big nigga dicks screwin' ya, bitch?
Shit, stop!
Shut up!
Fuckin' bitch!
That bitch!
It's OK, it's just a scratch.
Get down, everyone on the floor,
like on TV.
Everyone on the floor! Get away from me.
Everyone.
Down on the floor!
You in deep shit, holdin' up ya students.
Bitch! You gonna suffer.
Now tell me who leaves disgusting notes in my locker!
And who slashes my car tires?
Who!
Mrs. Bergerac! What's happening?
It's Mr. Cauvin.
- Please help! - She's crazy! Help us!
- Help! - Save us!
- Help us! - She's outta her mind!
- Shut up! - Help us!
What's going on in there?
Mrs. Bergerac, it's Mr. Cauvin.
They can hear us, but we can't hearthem. It's soundproof.
I know that. Don't tell me how my school runs.
Usually, nothing ever works here. Just our luck, it does this time.
Open the door.
- Shut up! - Help! She's crazy! The door!
- Was that a gunshot? - Yes.
- What did you see? - Nothin'. She confiscated a bag.
There wuz a shot. We freaked and ran.
Who shot? Whose bag?
I dunno. We couldn't see shit. It wuz total panic in there.
Who had the gun? Whose bag was confiscated?
Who!
Look how he's talkin' to me! Get off our case.
We're traumatized.
Now let's see who's gonna suffer?
When I call you, stand up.
Pick up the bags near you.
Put them over there.
Empty your pockets.
Then go back and lie down.
Is that clear?
None of you move.
Farid...
I call Farid who'll take off his hat for once.
I can't, Ma'am. It's religious.
Religious? What do I care. This is a public school.
Forget Christmas and I'll take it off.
- You don't like holidays? - That's not it.
Christmas is Christian.
When I'm not armed, you can be a smartass.
I don't want anyone giving me any more of this crap!
If you don't like public school,
you can go to a private one.
Yeah, but I ain't got the big bucks.
That's why public schools were invented. Moron!
OK, hurry up! The police are on their way.
We said it was coming. We can't teach. You take no action!
If my friend's hurt, you'll be responsible.
No wonder this is happening. She's racist.
Racist? She may wear a skirt, but she has balls.
Are you saying I don't have balls?
Right! You give us your ethno-intellectual discourse,
but you've got no balls!
If you speak up, you're screwed.
Enough!
We'll deal with responsibility later. Kids are in danger.
Unbelievable... I don't believe it.
Always talking about banging babes, and not one condom!
- It's all hot air. - Ma'am, it's a sin.
No need for condoms. We're saving ourselves.
We ain't like that, Ma'am. We don't do it.
We don't need a cap. We ride free and easy.
You think being circumcised protects you?
AIDS devastates.
You're so dumb.
She made ya look like shit.
Silence!
Well...
I think we'll be able to have a class.
A class on Moliêre... a good class.
Couldn't you find another negotiator?
It's not my choice. The Minister wanted you.
We counted. There are nine kids and the teacher.
The other kids fled.
- Any demands? - We don't even know who has the gun.
You know nothing!
You call me on my wife's birthday and you know nothing!
Keep it down, Labouret, or we won't be friends.
I don't want you as a friend. I've got plenty.
This is Lieutenant Guillaume. Are you Mrs. Khelfi?
Hello. Lieutenant Labouret. Where's the Principal?
Hello.
Hello, who's the Principal?
- I am Mr. Cauvin. - Lieutenant Labouret.
According to Bechet, the situation's not clear.
Tell me about the teacher.
Can she handle the situation, protect the kids?
Can we count on her?
She's fragile.
Herteaching style's a bit iffy.
What do you mean?
Well, her methods aren't exactly subtle.
Meaning?
I don't know... I often
told her not to wear a skirt to school...
that it wasn't neutral in this context.
Of course she wore a skirt on purpose,
because I'm a sexist asshole, a misogynist.
So as a result, people think she is what she's not. See?
A bit wound up.
You mean uptight.
Yes, I'd stay that...
an uptight Catholic.
I don't get it. She's uptight, with a skirt...
But it's the type of skirt.
Nuns wear skirts, but it's not an invitation to rape.
Have some decency. She's in danger!
Miss, we're all aware of that. Don't worry.
Do you have her cell number?
- You OK, Mouss? - What's it to ya, fat old bitch?
Yep, you're doing fine.
Moliêre's real name was Jean-Baptiste Poquelin.
I repeat: Jean-Baptiste Poquelin.
He changed his name as acting was a dishonor.
He was protecting his family's reputation.
His father was the king's upholsterer.
It was the Archouma. You all understand that word.
Hello, are you Mrs. Bergerac?
Lieutenant Labouret. I'm here to help.
What's happening? /s this a hostage situation?
A hostage situation?
Can / talk to the one with the weapon?
The one with the weapon?
She's in a state of shock.
Can you describe the situation?
I hear you're afraid and I understand, but pull yourself together.
The kids need you.
Who has the gun? How many are they?
/'m listening, Mrs. Bergerac.
This is our situation: The SWAT team is here to make sure all runs OK.
SWAT team?
Can you describe the situation?
The fat-ass is goin' to the slammer!
It's Mouss M'Diop.
Oh the bitch! It's not true! I didn't do shit!
I didn't do shit. It's her!
Mrs. Bergerac!
Shut up!
Is there a problem?
No, it's OK. He's not happy I said his name.
But it's OK.
/s anyone injured?
Slightly.
Are you sure? It's not serious?
No, I don't think so.
The bullet just grazed...
his leg.
Can you pass me Mouss M'Diop?
No I can't. He doesn't want to. He refuses.
I'm in charge of the negotiations.
What are his demands?
His demands?
Tell him...
nothing's impossible, there's always a solution.
He says nothing's impossible.
There's always a solution.
He's a juvenile. We soft soap the adults, but they pay
very dearly.
As a juvenile, he'll get off lightly.
Not years of prison, like adults. Tell him.
He wants a disinfectant and bandages.
We'll honor his request.
But we'll make a deal.
He frees the injured and tells us what he wants.
Say what you want...
Free the injured and you'll get what you want.
What does he think?
Tell us what he said.
Mrs. Bergerac!
Damn it! We were cut off.
I'll call her back.
She's not answering. She won't answer.
Shit!
This is bad.
Prepare a first-aid kit.
Where are you going?
To piss!
It's me.
Things don't look good. It'll take time.
Why threaten me, Brigitte?
In these situations, I clam up and become a macho prick.
Don't do this to me! Give me time.
I'll come home and we'll talk.
We'll talk, Brigitte.
Not at all...
I'm not applying my techniques on my wife. That's not it.
Listen to me.
I love you.
An hour class demands 45 minutes of discipline.
And if we're not cursed out, we're lucky.
Not true. What a stereotype.
Are you a teacher here?
Si señorita. Spanish.
I've a good bond with them. We groove to the same music.
You gotta talk theirtalk.
So if you don't listen to rap, you're unqualified to teach.
Sonia's my friend.
If anything happens, I want people to know
that the Principal did nothing, the school board did nothing!
In 1658, Moliêre was 36 years old.
He put on "Dr. Love" for young Louis XIV at the Louvre.
The king liked the play and accorded Moliêre's troupe
the privilege of sharing the Petit Bourbon stage.
I'm getting nothing. Your mic's not working.
You have a mic? The door's padded. It's soundproof.
Holy shit!
In 1673, his last play was "The Imaginary Invalid".
At his fourth performance... Not interested, Sébastien?
Yes, Ma'am.
He collapsed on stage and died a few hours later.
He has no gun.
It's all lies! He's not like that.
He never speaks badly.
Even yesterday,
his little brother raised his voice to me.
He said, "Don't talk like that. Respect your mother."
He keeps an eye on his sisters.
He's careful about what they wear, who they see.
He's holding the class hostage.
Where would he find a gun!
Will you talk to him?
I won't try to trap him.
- What was Moliêre's real name? - Jean-Baptiste Poquelin.
I didn't hear everyone. What?
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin.
What was his real name?
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin.
I could give a shit about Moliêre. I'm gonna be a soccer player.
What was Moliêre's real name?
Fuck your mother, fuckin' bitch!
What did you say?
Go fuck yourself.
- What are you doing? Are you psycho? - Zidane...
Zidane scores! Zidane scores! Head butt, head butt!
Isn't that soccer? Insult my mother, you get a head butt!
You're a nut job!
What was Moliêre's real name?
Why you in my fuckin' face?
Guns ain't none of your business...
Guns, business, yo!
This fat-ass is too cool for school!
What was Moliêre's real name?
One...
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin. Now get outta my face.
See, you can learn when you want to.
What are you afraid of? No one'll know you talked to us.
What a joke! You should do stand-up. The Teach is crazy.
Anyway you can't question me.
You got a warrant? I want a lawyer!
You're not on TV. We're just talking.
If I talk do I get witness protection and a new ID?
A million bucks, a new life, and a kick in the ass.
Every minute counts, you jerk!
She's my wife! Fuck you! I have to talk to her. Let me go!
I have to talk to her, please, let me go.
Just let me talk to her.
I'll kill you. I'll rip your face off!
100 times she went to you! 100 times you did nothing!
He insulted her, threatened her and what did you do?
Instead of kicking him out, you said calm down,
get perspective. Now look!
- Take it easy! - What did you expect?
You think I enjoy managing sociopaths?
Let him go now!
I was supposed to kick him out?
If I kick them all out, there won't be anyone left.
What's the point...
Under 16 they get tossed back and forth.
We trade problems. He'd go to another school
and we'd just get another lowlife. I say better the devil you know.
Let him go. He's not dangerous.
You jackasses. Let him go, that's an order!
Get the hell out of here!
Take it easy.
Come this way.
She threw up every day before class, she was on antidepressants...
I want her to know I wasn't leaving for good...
I was fed up! It's important.
We'll get her out safe.
You don't understand...
I understand better than you think. Calm down.
Farida...
I didn't do nothin'!
Come here.
Disinfect Mousse's leg.
- She ain't touchin' me! - It's OK.
It won't sting. It's alcohol-free.
Don't need no bitch for that.
I ain't no faggot.
She's a she-devil, she'll infect me! Fuck that!
Give him the disinfectant.
I agree...
I'm quitting. It's my last hostage negotiation.
What more can I say? I can't be in two places at once.
I can't go on without you and our son.
She dumps you so you treat the guys like shit?
Their boss is on my back.
Mind your own business, Sir!
I suggest you keep your energy on the hostages
instead of your sex life.
Now that Mr. Mouss, who isn't a faggot, is OK,
when I call you, go sit in a row, boy-girl, boy-girl.
What? You can't do that. It's not right! Show some respect!
- Beside a bitch! - Get real!
One she-devil, one man. No good?
No, Ma'am, it's all about respect.
Ah, respect. Fine...
It's about respect.
I got that jammed down my throat as a teenager!
Your respect is a big rip-off!
- Is here OK? - I wanted to talk to you.
I'm not sure, but I'm afraid for my son.
Mouss has it in for him.
Why do you think so?
I realized Mehmet was taking money from me...
He's not a thief. He told me Mouss and his friend shook him down.
I went to the Principal. Whatever he did,
Mehmet got beaten up badly yesterday.
What if Mouss hurts my son?
Don't worry. We'll get him out.
Sir... Don't tell anyone I told you.
Told me what?
Fine, let's try it this way...
The boys who are virgins leave an empty seat next to them.
No virgin boys in here? I don't understand.
You can't sit with girls, but you screw them?
You screw them out of respect? I don't get it!
Fine! Let's have all the virgin girls sit in a chair,
leaving an empty seat next to them.
Hey, guys, they're all virgins.
Are you sure you've been screwing girls?
How about explaining something to Fat-Ass...
You say I'm a whore for wearing knee-length skirts.
That's showing respect?
Girls have to be virgins. Right?
They come to school in a bag or their reputation's ruined?
Meanwhile the guys screw everything in sight?
So when a girl makes love with a guy,
it makes her dirty, but not him, not the guy?
What is this thing that makes only girls dirty?
One of my teachers lied to the press.
I refuse to be the scapegoat in this matter.
They want us to be state babysitters. So that's what we do!
Don't come telling me I'm too much this or too much that!
I do what I can! I'm going home.
Have a ball!
Why is it like this?
It's like this because when I report a problem,
I get a bad review and the school gets a bad review.
So people send their kids to other schools.
If I do nothing, I'm a bastard, the teachers hate me. Enough!
What a sell-out!
Your opinion, Ma'am?
Why'd we come to France? So our kids'd get in trouble!
They herd us in like animals!
We were the first Arabs to live in our building.
People here are racist!
Her son is the racist!
- Yes, sir... - Let me explain!
Move tomorrow, so not afraid!
When you ask people, they say no problems here
because cameras go, they stay.
But very simple thing:
No women with handbags. You film that!
Plastic bags, but no handbags!
Handbags stolen!
I buy café tobacco shop.
Three times break in! Her son in gang!
- No one's racist. - Go on, sir.
I no want them in shop for drug deal in toilets.
3 times break shop!
We're good to go. On your signal, when ready.
God damn this Kike chair!
That's several times I've heard you use that expression.
You're not the only one.
I won't have that language in my class anymore.
What did I do now?
I don't know, how about...
when people call a bad job "Arab work".
- Do you like that? - They're big racists!
You see what I mean?
We agree. It's exactly the same thing!
Ma'am, are you Jewish?
I don't have to answer that question.
In public school,
my religion isn't important, if I have one.
Dirty Jews!
Repeat after me, little shit!
In France, all racial slurs are punishable by law!
It's just an opinion.
It's my opinion. It's a democracy.
Repeat after me!
In France, all racial slurs are punishable by law!
In France, racial slurs are punishable by law.
Kike law. We didn't make it.
I don't know why I bother with you!
The only things you care about are scoring and bling bling!
Right? You don't care why shit happens!
All you want is to gawk at celebrities
and star in a reality show!?
That's what life is about!
Fine. Here's your chance to express yourselves, OK?
You lay down the law...
You're going to vote.
Dial in 1 for Khadija! Dial in 2 for Sébastien!
Put down the name you want.
So I don't have to say who's first. It's easy.
Someone has to be first.
We chat and chat, but something has to happen sooner or later.
Mehmet, hand out paper and pencils.
Everyone writes a name.
Secret ballot.
Dial 1 or 2...
Kiss anyone you fancy...
Ma'am...
I don't really get it...
Are we voting for someone who'll leave or someone who'II...
Ah, that's the big question...
Choose who's going to leave or choose who's going to...
That's the big question!
Ladies and gentlemen, soon it will be too late to vote.
In a few moments, and after a word from our sponsor,
the cruel verdict will be announced at last.
The votes are in!
They're in place.
Hall unit. On my signal.
Bechet, how's it going? Still at it?
Madam Minister.
Handling the stress?
Lieutenant Labouret, Ma'am.
I remember you very well. Great work at Leran.
- How does it look? - Just getting started, Ma'am.
The kid with the gun isn't talking yet.
Madam Minister, a word, please. We're in a... very sensitive area.
Our sources say things are heating up outside.
If we don't take action, it could get serious.
- Which means? - Your permission to go in right now.
Ma'am, with due respect to Commander Bechet,
my conscience forces me to disagree.
Going in without more information is dangerous and premature!
Since you give me no other choice...
Ma'am, Lieutenant Labouret's problems make him unfit.
Explain yourself.
His love life's clouding his judgment.
With your OK, he'd be better off at home.
Damn it! Go in now and you'll get a massacre!
Do you want that?
One for Mouss.
Mouss again.
One for Mehmet.
A huge success, Mouss!
You're a big hit!
We need to know if it's because your friends like you
or if they want you to be the first one to...
Mouss again!
You are certainly the people's choice, Mouss.
What a dummy, what a dummy!
You can't be the first one to leave because...
you're holding us hostage.
Why do you think they chose you?
Because he's injured.
Mouss? Lieutenant Labouret. Don't hang up!
Let's have a talk, just between us men.
Just man to man... OK?
Chicks in the middle... it's not the best idea.
It's the chick here.
He doesn't want to talk to you himself.
Forgive me, Mrs. Bergerac, I was trying to...
Can he hear me?
Mouss, you there?
I told you he can't hear you. He won't talk!
He won't talk to you... He doesn't want to talk... He won't.
- Give him the phone. - He doesn't want to.
He's asking what you want?
We're moving up a level.
What's happening? What the hell are you doing?
- Stop that noise! - I don't know where it is!
We think a fire alarm went off somewhere.
We're trying to find it.
Holy shit!
That changes the situation. Go get the Minister.
God damn it. I don't believe it!
What a total jerk.
I entreat all those who have begun making statements to the press,
not to politicize this event.
Thank you. We will update you.
I believed...
I really believed...
I don't know if you understand...
Your parents left their homeland...
to give you a chance at a better life.
It's your duty to succeed in life,
to give meaning to their sacrifice.
I know it's hard, I know it's very hard.
You've got it bad, you're...
But that's no reason to say: I'm a victim,
It's not my fault, it's not...
You can't blame other people all your life.
It just won't work.
Please... don't say that.
Really, I beg you.
Don't start thinking that way.
Being a victim doesn't mean you can't become the bad guy.
Nothing vaccinates you against meanness, stupidity...
It changes everything! Shit!
The unions will be on our back!
I think it's high time to go in.
It's not kids. It's an adult.
We can neutralize her.
Neutralize, how?
Just wound her. In the shoulder. Easy.
Give me a little more time, Ma'am. Going in is risky.
Give us time.
The fact we know it's her might give us an edge.
When it gets out she's taken hostage kids from the projects,
we won't control the situation.
- Commander, we lost her. - What?
A small technical problem, Madam Minister.
Labouret, keep up the negotiations.
You have an hour. Then Bechet takes over.
Thank you.
Get it up and running or you're out!
Get me the info search unit.
I want background to prove she's fragile... unhinged.
Your only hope is to get an education.
Work hard in school.
Because in this world if you're Arab or Black, and ignorant,
it's really mission impossible.
Ma'am,
my head's spinning.
- You killed him! - Mouss?
- You're the criminal! - Can you hear me?
Mouss, can you hear me?
Stop it, Mouss!
Let her go!
Let her go, asshole!
Where ya goin', bastard? Down!
Go ahead, show off!
I'll destroy ya outside, you'll see, bitch!
Shut the fuck up, all right!
Gimme the water in my bag!
You dirty traitor! Are you Muslim?
You a big bitch!
Ya dare say that to me?
I was born in Algeria, a real Muslim, not a bastard like you!
Ya crazy?
Are ya sick in the head?
This bitch saw the real sickos, I saw them!
One night they burned my village...
They beat the shit outta' my mother. She never got up again!
In 1994, it was my own mother!
I was little, but I remember everything!
No bastard like you's gonna beat a woman in front of me!
Lower your eyes now!
I said drop your eyes.
If I want, I can whack you now. Drop the eyes!
You're not such a big shot now!
Are you OK, Ma'am?
What's going on with our kids?
The teacher has a gun!
My daughter's in there.
With her, it's a different story. She's anti-Islam.
- Is she obsessed about it? - She goes nuts!
Once she had trouble with a kid
who refused to do something because of religion,
so I showed her. I carry the Koran to school.
When you talk to them you find they don't know it so well.
When they talk about the Koran and then misbehave,
I use it to prove where they're wrong.
So I was telling her how
they respected me for my interest in their culture.
That made her completely go bonkers on me.
She yelled about stereotyping Arabs and the Koran!
How public school teachers shouldn't quote
the Koran, the Torah, the Bible or Mickey Mouse!
Out of proportion!
It's a mess, sir.
Anything more precise than "a mess?"
No, just "a mess", with yelling.
Lieutenant!
What happened? Too much emotion?
No. You wanted to see me?
I need more info on Mrs. Bergerac,
but take your time. You OK?
- He got jumped by youngsters. - It was a misunderstanding.
Can you ID them?
We were talking. They disagreed.
Want to file a complaint?
A complaint? You really don't get it.
It's a cry for help.
If you want to be their punching bag, fine with me.
Can I ask you some questions? This way.
Is that OK?
Thanks.
Hey! I'm talking to you!
Fuck!
Check it out, girls.
These big shots fuck with us all year!
How about you, Akim?
Whadda ya sayin'?
You heard. You're more afraid of him than God!
Mr. Koran, don't ya speak Arabic? Donkey brain!
Ya get your prayers from a Happy Meal?
You better say your prayers!
It's not prayer time!
The one you say before dying! I'll kill you!
You wanna shame me? Ya say I'm a bad Muslim?
I swear I'll kill you! Pray, SOB!
Don't know it, huh?
You talk big, ya know nothin'!
Ya give Islam a bad name.
Motherfuckin' bastard!
Leave him, don't dirty yourself.
Get lost!
Nawel, whaddya doin'!
Shit! Don't do that.
She's fucked! Don't give it to her!
- Don't suck up! - Don't!
Don't mess with her!
Shut the fuck up!
If I don't give her the gun,
we all get outta here, and then...
Then what?
I get killed cuz I helped her?
Akim too?
Same old shit goin' down!
I want us to be hostages for life!
And then, inch'allah, as we say!
Here.
Take it, damn you.
I don't know what to do, I don't...
Shit...
you're the intellectual!
We're riskin' big. You can't back down.
Answer it.
Damn it, answer!
Sonia, they know it's you!
They went in under the stage. They'll shoot you down.
Please give yourself up.
Let the kids go free.
Cops are everywhere. It's Fort Alamo!
I've wanted to give them hell sometimes too.
I even dreamed about it.
I feel for you.
But please, Sonia, turn yourself in now.
We'll defend and support you come what may.
Your husband's here.
/ didn't know he left. Anyway, he's back.
He keeps saying how he loves you.
Come on, give yourself up or it'll end in tragedy.
Cauvin keeps saying you wear skirts to shock the kids.
François says you always slander the Koran.
They're out to make it look like a massacre.
Come on, quick, everybody up here!
No one in front of the sound booth door.
I've a visual!
What's up? They're gone!
Where'd they all go?
Have you checked the playground, Bechet?
Now you know it's me.
OK, you know it's me!
Let me talk! No more tricks!
I know your men are under the stage...
In two minutes, I'm warning you, in two minutes,
/ fire on your guys!
Nothing to lose!
/ fire at random!
It's their funeral!
I've warned you.
Two minutes, and counting!
Unit 7. Pull out!
On the double, unit 7!
Pull out now!
Got the message?
Don't push your luck!
I did what I said I'd do.
Don't you forget that!
Keep quiet all of you!
Back to your places!
Nawel, what are you doing? Go sit with them.
Did you see "The Negotiator"? Helluva movie!
Go on.
I'm gonna fuck up your minutes, son of a bitch!
We have to wind it up, Labouret.
Now's the time.
What now?
We need to know what you want?
I can understand you lost it, that can happen to anyone.
You got back the power over the kids who made you miserable.
Don't you think it's time to put the gun down?
It'll all be over.
What we all want, Mrs. Bergerac,
is for everything to turn out well.
You think I'm dumb?
You call that a negotiation?
You think I don't know what they're saying?
That /'m a racist bigot.
Didn't you tell me a while ago how you deal
with adult hostage holders,
you trick them and make them eat shit?
You think I wanna eat shit?
Haven't I eaten enough shit?
OK, Mrs. Bergerac, here's the deal.
For now, I'm in charge.
We're still hoping for the best.
We're negotiating. But /'m under great pressure.
Mrs. Bergerac,
if you give up now, you'll face psychiatrists, not judges.
You're not a criminal.
You've gone off the rails. You need help.
Stay away, I'm not gettin' burned.
If I'm taken off, you'll really eat shit.
Really eat shit...
Save your breath.
You're on their side.
Time to wake up!
Very well. What do you want? What are your demands?
If you aren't surrendering, that means you must have demands!
When did it start?
When did what start? I dunno. Lay off!
What do I want?
When did it start?
What? Stop buggin' me!
Get outta my face!
I was there when you got the tattoo. And the t-shirt... I shoplifted it.
How long ago?
- Mrs. Bergerac? - What's up with Farida?
Fuck off, leave me alone!
- Stop it! - She's nuts!
Mrs. Bergerac? What's happening in there?
What is it?
That's her...
/ want to make a statement on national TV.
I want you to send a reporter
with a television camera.
Wearing underwear only.
Don't think you can hide a weapon on him.
Mrs. Bergerac, that's not impossible! Give us a little time.
- One thing... - Hold it, Scooby Doo!
Within 2 hours, I demand that the Minister of Education
announce on TV that the government
is establishing a national Skirt Day once a year in all schools.
Skirt Day? What, you mean?
I have no objections to that,
but I have to explain it to the Minister.
On this particular day
all girls will be invited to come to school wearing a skirt.
A day when the government states...
you can wear a skirt and not be a whore!
Give me a little time, Mrs. Bergerac.
I'll send reporters and refer to the Education Ministry.
Just give me a little time.
2 hours.
Skirt Day! What's this bullshit?
Why not G-string Night while we're at it?
Eons of feminism down the drain!
She's putting us back in skirts again,
and reporters in their underwear? She's a wacko!
Listen Labouret. She busted a gasket.
She's beyond logic at this point.
It's time to go in.
That's what I've been trying to say.
No, she's not beyond logic!
I can get her to free a kid.
Free a kid? What a concept... Never crossed our minds.
Go ahead, free him.
I need to talk to you. Let me in.
You think /'m a fool? /'lljust let you in...
Why not invite you and your guys in for a nice meal?
Mrs. Bergerac, I'm alone. I give you my word.
Your word... that's refreshing.
No.
Call me when you have what I want. I'm waiting for the TV crew.
This may be the last time we speak, understand?
So why not take a chance?
If you don't, I'm out, and the fireworks are in an hour.
You do, I lie, the fireworks start now.
What are you risking?
Trust me, and avoid an assault.
OK, I'll let you in, but there's a gun to Mehmet's head.
Remember, fireworks make me panic and go beserk.
That's fine with me. I'm behind the door.
Couldn't ya put on your G-string instead?
He looks like my little brother at the pool!
Enough! Knock it off!
Labouret, turn around.
I knew you wouldn't aim at a kid, it's not your style.
Have we met? Cut the pop psychology!
- Can I put my hands... - No.
What do you want?
Time. They want to come in.
Send a TV crew and it's over.
It takes more than 2 seconds. It takes time to set it up.
We have to find people willing to face a gun.
Hey, he's closin' in.
Stop!
I saw "The Negotiator". Helluva movie!
You must convince the network bosses
- and the Minister of Interior. - And?
Let me go with the injured kid, plus one, to gain time.
They think a TV crew is more hostages.
Other than you, no one leaves. Especially not Mouss.
Stop right there.
Mouss is so healthy he almost killed me.
OK, so much for Mouss,
but for the other kid, it's awkward.
His mother had a heart attack. She's in critical condition.
I ask you to let him leave with me
so he can be at her side just in case...
Who is it?
It's Adiy.
I'm not bargaining, I'm appealing to your humanity.
Extraordinary circumstances.
Mrs. Bergerac...
I'm asking you not just for him, but for me.
So you get promoted?
My wife just left me and took our son. She's gone.
I think you've been through that.
Except that Frédéric's waiting outside
to tell you he loves you. It's all over for me.
When I go back to my empty home,
at least I can tell myself I was trying to save lives.
It's the only thing that still makes sense.
Adiy...
Adiy, stand up.
I didn't do nothin', Ma'am.
Want a trip with the FBI guy in his undies?
Yes.
Come over here.
Come here.
Farida, come see me.
What did I do?
Nothing, I just want to talk.
You must tell me... on the phone...
Who did it?
I swear, yer sick. Ya really don't get it.
You must write the names on a piece of paper...
After I'll burn it. There'll be no trace.
Nobody will know you told me. I swear.
Nothin' happened. Forget it.
Watch it. Behind you!
Back up!
It's cool. I didn't do nothin'.
On the floor.
On your stomach, hands behind your back.
What'll ya do to me?
Akim, do you have a belt?
Of course, Ma'am.
I didn't join in. I just filmed it!
Is it a crime to film?
You filmed a rape and did nothing.
That has a name by law: Complicity.
What rape? She wanted it!
She's a bitch in heat. Why'd she show up?
You like being tied up like a jerk?
Fuck off!
See, you're not going anywhere.
Who are the rapists?
Screw you up the ass!
Not again, that would be greedy.
Overcome with fear, Mouss has given us a list of the guilty...
Hello. I'm calling from the teacher hostage classroom.
She wants to send an MMS to your news station.
Yes, Scooby Doo?
We're progressing. Journalists have agreed.
/ personally saw there were no deaths. Only one slightly wounded.
That changes everything.
Your situation is much less desperate.
You've done nothing very serious. Life is sweet.
No, life isn't sweet. Not sweet at all.
I'm sending you an MMS that'll give you some work.
Try not to erase it. I'm sending it to every news station.
One more demand. You'll see how sweet life is.
/ didn't do nothin'. / didn't join in. / just filmed it!
/s it a crime to film?
Shit, let me go. / want to go.
Overcome with fear, Mouss has given us the list
of the guilty parties in exchange for his freedom.
They would be William Pibouleau,
living in building 4, Cité des Forgerons.
Milan Slogonierka, living in building 4.
And Abdel Fessaoui, building 6, Cité des Forgerons.
The victim, fearing retaliation, claims that nothing happened
but the tattoo on her body,
Mouss's images and declarations
are enough for the D.A. 's office to start proceedings.
If we move now, things will explode...
Round up those three now!
That crap will be all over tonight's news.
Who is Scarface?
Why? Whadda you care?
Your friends need to know you squealed.
I'm sending them a little film.
Why ya doin' that?
Do ya realize?
Why? So that when it's all over,
Akim and Nawel won't have problems.
You'll have problems.
You'll have to move because you're a snitch now.
She's nuts! They'll kill me! You commitin' a crime.
Me? I'm just filming words. Is it a crime to film?
It's assassination! You've no clue! Shit.
There. It's gone to Scarface.
Selim...
he'll be happy to have some news from you.
He must be worried.
The journalists are ready.
When the interview's over, I'll ask you to let the kids go
and lie on the floor until the police come.
Do we agree?
What about my MMS and Skirt Day?
We're handling the MMS. It's a matter of minutes.
I personally saw
the Minister order their arrest.
Regarding the skirt,
it's more complicated.
The Minister has proposed the idea,
but let's say she's encountering strong opposition.
Women have emphasized
it's taken centuries to earn the right to wear pants.
They see it as a step backwards.
Let's say
the idea has been proposed. /t needs time to take form.
Trust me, Mrs. Bergerac,
the idea's out there. Whatever happens, it's out there.
That's not what I asked for. I don't have two demands, I've three.
Not two, / have three!
Mrs. Bergerac,
don't be a diehard.
I beg of you.
You can tell thejournalists about the skirt.
/t'll be on the evening news.
People will take up the idea.
You've won. Don't ruin your victory!
Someone wants to talk to you. Here he is.
Hello... Sonia.
Daddy...
Speak in French, sir.
It's crucial we understand what you're saying.
Listen, my child,
they want us to speak French.
Do what they tell you.
When you get out, things will be different.
We'll have your husband over.
I just met him here.
He's very nice.
You can come to the house dressed the way you like.
The people in the building can say what they want.
Do what they tell you.
I don't want that to happen again.
I don't want any harm to come to you.
You and your brother are my pride.
Your brother, Ylès,
is taking the plane. He'll be here soon.
The whole family will be here for you.
It's been a long time
since I've taken you in my arms.
Do you remember the little song...
Do we agree, Mrs. Bergerac?
OK.
Ask the students to gather their things,
and stand in a corner.
Thejournalists will knock,
three times in three minutes.
Thank you, Mrs. Bergerac.
See you in a moment.
Why didn't you tell us you were...
A French teacher. I'm a French teacher.
Get yourthings. The TV crew's coming. It's over.
Nobody's leaving!
- Nobody! - What are you doing?
- Don't do this! - Stop this bullshit!
Stop fucking around.
Shut up! Shut your fuckin' traps!
Think I'm just gonna leave?
Never again, I won't let them bash me up again! Understand!
I got beat when they wanted to fuck the Teach!
I know what'll happen after!
Nothing will happen. Give me the gun.
You'll be protected. I'll tell the police how you helped me.
We'll find you another school and apartment,
for you and your family. Give me the gun.
Nobody can protect me!
Nobody's gettin' in or out!
I want money, dollars!
And a plane for Australia. With my family.
We'll handle that,
we'll handle that, Mehmet.
I'll just gather everyone around me...
Nobody will do anything against you.
I want you to phone now. Ask for dollars and a plane. Go on.
OK, we'll do that.
We'll ask Mouss and Sébastien to join us.
No!
Those bastards ain't movin'!
They're scum at my feet!
Mehmet, they're here.
Just give me the gun
and it'll be over for you.
Nobody'll know what you did. I promise.
Give me the gun.
Give it to me.
I'll explain how they're scaring you.
I'll set conditions, that'll protect you.
I want dollars and Australia!
I was about to call. The journalists are there. What's up?
The situation has changed.
A student grabbed the gun.
He wants money and plane
to Australia with his family.
Who?
- A student. - What are you doing?
What's this story?
It's not a story. It's the situation.
I'll call you back.
Sure you be goin' to Australia? You as dumb as they come.
Shut up. I got the gun!
Holdin' it right, dumbass?
Why you laughin'?
- I got the gun. - Don't listen to them.
Join us!
Come here. Don't listen.
Call 'em! Why ain't they callin'?
Give them time to get the money.
Simple. We get a case full of cash. He comes out, we bust him.
He'll want to take hostages.
- Out of the question! - Madam Minister...
Keep quiet. You've caused enough damage!
- Meaning? - You have carte blanche.
This is Bechet. Unit 7.
Return to the stage. Await orders.
The others, move to the theatre corridor as backup.
I'll see you in three minutes.
Yo Mehmet, say ya snitched and spilled the names...
- Ya think you can order me? - Listen up.
Say it wuz you,
ya do up an MMS sayin' you snitched.
Makes no difference, ya fucking off to Australia!
But I didn't snitch. You did. Ain't that the shame.
How about Sevim?
Shut the fuck up!
Damn, ya know ya ain't goin' to Australia.
Ya goin' to the slammer. Mouss too. For sure.
But I'll be here. I ain't forgettin' who sent down my bro'.
Shut the fuck up! My folks, my sisters are goin'.
- Whether you like it or not. - Come here.
You goin' behind bars. But Sevim, didya think about her?
If ya say ya snitched,
I'll protect her ass. I swear.
Shut ya motherfuckin' mouth!
Sevim's my sister.
Mrs. Bergerac.
I killed... I killed a student.
What?
Yes, send in the journalists.
I don't feel like talking.
It's just a nightmare...
I didn't mean to...
No...
It's over...
What are you doing? Let him go.
Stop. I'm the one. Let him go. It's not him. It's me.
Put down your weapon.
- Lie down! Police! - Let him go. He did nothing!
- Let him go. - Put down your weapon.
He didn't do anything!
Why did you do that?
Ma'am.