Mixte (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

And one...

Two...

Three...

His future is on the line.

He's one of their best students.

I hope they remember that.

If only your brother could do something.

It was an accident!

Hi, Jean-Pierre.

What's going on?

He has his disciplinary hearing
this afternoon.



There's nothing you can do. Stop worrying.

Know what else is today?
Our first gym class.

Guess what? I fell this morning.
I'm going to have a huge bruise.

VOLTAIRE HIGH SCHOOL

-Hi, Martine. Hi, Monique.
-Hi.

You already know everybody's name?

Not everybody. Just the girls.

I hope we don't do endurance exercises.
Do you sweat a lot?

Hi, Laubrac.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Why did you say hello to him?

Why wouldn't I? You're all so weird here.

-If my brother gets kicked out...
-He won't.

Don't you remember Descamps?
He took his eye out!



-Fine. But you know what's good?
-Don't say he still has one eye.

Descamps is recuperating at home,
so the teachers aren't seeing him.

But they are seeing your brother.

With his perfectly combed hair,
his good grades, nice manners.

People are thinking about him.
No one's thinking about the one-eyed boy.

-It'll be optional.
-Latin will become optional?

They're talking about
pushing it out to 8th grade.

Here's the teachers' material.
Let me know if you need anything.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

That means Latin in 4th year?

Might as well not learn to read.

I don't know if there's enough
to go around.

Thank you very much.

Mrs. Giraud? I made it last night.

Is there almond in it?

-Yes, almond powder, eggs...
-No, thank you.

Mr. Bellanger?

I will be at your nephew's
disciplinary hearing today.

-I'm aware.
-Will you be there too?

Only at the beginning.
I won't be debating or voting.

It's a terrible thing.
I wish I didn't have to vote.

I'm sorry.

Cake?

Who can give me the dates
of the Battle of the Marne?

Mr. Felbec.

September 5th to the 12th, 1914.

Who were the opposing armies?

Miss Sabiani, are you going to
jump on the desk for me to see you?

Don't you think
you draw enough attention as it is?

The opposing armies.

The French and the Germans.

And the British Expeditionary Force.

Don't raise your hand
if you only know half the answer.

And please tie your hair back,
this isn't a party.

It's not fair.

Okay, we'll talk more about
the Battle of the Marne tomorrow.

Let's move on to naming our class leader.

Mr. Felbec?

My teachers have always picked me
as class leader.

I'm studious and get good grades.

Well, I'm not
like your former teachers, Felbec.

You'll have to earn it.

Does the Battle of Marathon
mean anything to anyone?

I see.

Whoever can tell me the date
of the Battle of Marathon this afternoon

will be named class leader.

Come in.

-You wanted to see me?
-Miss Couret. Yes, please...

I was just preparing the pay slips.

Your name isn't on the list.

All the other teachers
are on the list, but...

Mrs. Hervieu.

Excuse me?

You have a "Mrs. Hervieu"
on the list, right?

Yes, there is.

I'm Mrs. Hervieu.

I'm going through a divorce.

I hope you understand
that I couldn't pay Mrs. Hervieu

without knowing who Mrs. Hervieu was.

I'll be using my maiden name again
in a couple of months.

I wanted the teachers and students
to use that name right away.

My marriage didn't last.

-I don't have children.
-I didn't mean to pry.

But you called me to your office.

Miss Couret,
your private life is your business.

I just wanted to verify the name,
so that the school could pay you.

Now that we've cleared that up, you...

You can...

Have a good day, Mr. Bellanger.

It kind of suits you.

You look tough.

Some girls love that.

Vincent Auriol lost an eye.

Why did you say that?

Just saying. He lost an eye,
but he was president.

Do you know how often I've heard that
since losing my eye? Every day.

My father, my mother,
the grocer, the butcher, the neighbors...

The next one who mentions Auriol
will get punched in the face.

-Didn't Vincent Auriol lose an eye?
-Yes.

Sorry, Annick.

Do you want to be class leader?

I can't.

Giraud hates girls.
I don't want to make waves.

I have to keep a low profile.

-Okay...
-Okay you'll be class leader?

-No, I meant, okay, but...
-I know the date of the battle.

I'll tell you.
You're less stupid than the others.

Felbec has always been class leader.

Does he know the date?

-Not yet, but...
-You'll be class leader.

Herman's going to vote to expel.

I was counting on him
to tip the scale in his favor.

They can't expel Jean-Pierre.

Your sister called.

I told her there was nothing I can do.

It wasn't about Jean-Pierre.

She wanted to know if we're planning
anything for our 10th anniversary.

-What?
-Do you think she knows?

The last time we saw them,
she was hoping you were pregnant.

I don't know.

All they do is gossip at the butcher's.
We don't have kids, I'm 36.

Jeanne, no one will ever know.

A lot of married couples don't have kids.

Do you think that my sister suddenly
figured out that we've never...

-Please.
-We've never...

Come on.

You can be my fake husband,
but you can't say "have sex"?

"Have sex."

Stop it.

You're the sweetest bachelor
I've ever met.

A regional contest.

One teacher and their best student.

I wonder which student I could pick.
They seem to get worse every year.

-Mrs. Bellanger.
-Not true.

It is. I can't recall the last time
I had a decent student.

Have you competed before?

No, never.

You're a contractor, aren't you?

Yes, this is my first job. What about you?

I'm a real teacher with full accreditation
from the Ministry of Education.

But it's a great initiative
to hire people like you.

What can you do?
There aren't enough real teachers.

Anyway, you can't compete,
languages aren't included.

I heard that this year, they'd broadened
the scope to include Latin and Philosophy.

Is Philosophy a language?

It's foreign language to me, anyway.

What contest is this?

It's open to a teacher and a student
of their choice from the senior grades.

And Latin is a category?

Philosophy too! Marcelin will be pleased.

I'm going to have to pass on it again.

So, I was right.
I have a massive bruise on my thigh.

What if I meet the love of my life today?

Like Tonheston.

I see him, he sees me, we fall in love.

And then, bam, he sees my bruise.

I don't know who you're talking about.

Tonheston. Really?

Charles Tonheston. Ben-Hur, Touch of Evil?

-You mean Charlton Heston?
-Yes.

-His name is Charlton, not Charles.
-Really?

Before you show him your thigh,
better get his name right.

Oh, no!

Are you okay?

Ask me again after the hearing.

He'll be fine. You'll see.

Fingers crossed, Jean-Pierre. Good luck!

How old is the English teacher?

She's not that young. I'd say 25.

-Didier?
-I don't care about Couret's age.

-You can't find it?
-No.

There's nothing here on Marathon.

Annick must have it by now.

What makes you say that?

She always knows everything.

She got it wrong earlier.

Why do you want this?

You're already on the honor roll.

Look at them.

I may be a nobody at school,

but I'm class leader.

You're top of the class in Latin,
Math and Philosophy. They can't expel you.

Are you okay?

I'm going to be sick.

The boys have a locker room,

and all we get is the teachers' bathroom.

-My brother hates me.
-Stop it.

Really, even before all this.
He's always pushing me away.

Brothers don't hate their sisters.

You're just lucky.

What? My brother is in Algeria.
I won't even see him for Christmas.

-Why did they stay there, anyway?
-It's our home.

Didn't all the French come back last year?

No, a lot of us stayed.

In Algiers, Oran, everywhere.

My parents have their jobs there.
My brother is a fireman.

We don't even know France.
Why would we come here?

What about your aunt?

She doesn't believe in Algeria anymore.

I'll get my diploma
and teacher's certificate here,

then I'll go back and work in Algiers.

Hiding it draws more attention to it.

It's yellow and green
with purple spots. It's gross.

No one'll see it.

Everyone'll see it. These shorts!

Great, you're all wearing navy blue.

Maybe if I stand sideways.

Guess there's no need
to stand sideways after all.

No, please! I have my disciplinary hearing
in five minutes.

That's too bad.
The absent party is always to blame.

Descamps?

No, Descamps! Don't do this! Shit!

Descamps, don't do this!

Descamps!

Descamps!

Watch your fingers. Make sure to warm up.

Be precise in your movements.

Good. That's very good.

If you want to stay,
stand off to the side.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, let's start a game.

I want two teams on the court.

Sir?

Oh, right.

The girls.

They get to play handball,
and we get this?

No, no, no, no!

No!

Well, all we're missing now
is the offender.

If you don't mind, since I can't vote,

I have a few comments I'd like to make.

Before he gets here.

-Go ahead.
-Okay.

Jean-Pierre is a hard-working student.

Let's go!

Be more precise!

Let's go!

Pass the ball, be a team!

Move, move, yes!

Yes, well done! Engage.

Let's go.

Yes, come on.

Move around, come on.

Are you okay?

She's even good at gym.

Nice interception, good.

She's Marilyn Monroe's secret daughter.

I swear. She's not like us.

Did you see her skin? It's perfect.

Straight out of Hollywood.

Your brother is looking for you.

Come on, let's go.

You have to find me a blazer.

What? Should I ask Uncle Paul?

He's already at the hearing.

Annick, don't move. I'll be right back.

-But...
-Go ask one of your friends.

Just do something! This is your fault.

I'm already late.

Can you cover for me?

Make a wish.

Eyelash. It'll bring you luck.

Hi.

I... It's not...

My brother needs a blazer.

So, you didn't see me. Close your eyes.

-I'll take that idiot Dupin's jacket.
-No.

-I'll bring it back later.
-No.

You're not stealing anything.

Are you gonna report me?

Take mine.

If someone's clothes go missing,
they'll think I did it.

I can report you if you want.

Here.

Thank you.

Finally, I'd like to add
that no student has ever been expelled

without a warning and being suspended.

Jean-Pierre has never received a warning.

And no student has ever missed
their own disciplinary hearing.

Sorry, Mr. Bellanger. I was ready
to give your nephew a second chance,

but the fact that he didn't show up...

I am ready to vote.

I won't stay here any longer
to talk about someone who doesn't care.

Sir.

Mr. Magnan.

-You finally decided to show up.
-I'm sorry.

The hearing is over.

No, please.
Someone locked me in the bathroom.

It is harsh, but it is the law.

Punish me for punching Descamps.
I'm responsible for that.

-Are you proud of it?
-No, but...

That really was my fault.
Me being late today is not.

And if you're wondering if I know
how serious that was, I do.

And if I know that my future
depends on this hearing...

Yes, I know that too.

Okay.

Next team is up, gentlemen. Come on!

Well done, Pichon.

Where are my glasses?

-I don't know.
-I put them right here.

You always sit up straight.

Yes.

-Did your mother teach you that?
-No.

Good. Let's go.

Ever been to Hollywood?

My parents always taught me
to protect my sister.

That's how I was brought up.

But I never expected to have
to defend her at school.

I reacted instinctively.
I thought it was my duty.

-But I was wrong.
-To say the least.

As for the consequences...

I'm deeply sorry.

I never meant to hurt
Descamps so seriously.

I just wanted to help my sister.

If I could go back in time, I would.

What I mean is that
I've never caused any trouble, I...

I don't think I'm above the rules
and I work really hard.

I'm working really hard to get my diploma.

And if you give me a second chance,

you won't regret it, I swear.

Thank you.

Okay, wait here. The principal
will call you when they're ready.

I was good in there, wasn't I?

-Do it, punch him!
-Punch him!

Stop!

You think this is funny?

I don't get it. I left them on the bench.

I can't see a thing.

I'll see you later.

Descamps!

-Give him his glasses back.
-Got a problem, tubby?

Stop messing with him.

Are you threatening me?

What's in it for me?

Do you want to be class leader?

Why does she never talk to us?

Celebrities do that.

She says she's never been to Hollywood,
but who knows?

-Are you listening?
-Yes.

Hearings can take a while. Don't worry.

Have you used the climbing rope a lot?

No, why?

No reason. Forget it.

Annick!

Just go talk to her.

-What do you want?
-Can I talk to you?

Do you think he's going to propose?

Descamps will be class leader.
I wanted to let you know.

Wait, what?

He won't stop picking on Applebaum,
so we made a deal.

I give him the date,
he leaves my friend alone.

Do you really think he'll do it?

You just gave all your power to a jerk.

But you didn't want the power.

-I gave it to you.
-Well, I used it.

As leader, I decided that he'd be leader.

The committee has reached a verdict.

You've been expelled.

Lagarrigue? Come here.

Those who don't master Latin

cannot master their mind, Lagarrigue.

Get that in your head.

Yours is empty, so it should be fine.

-Mr. Douillard?
-Go on.

Did you know that the regional contest
covers new subjects now?

Really?

-Latin?
-Latin.

So...

who deserves to be class leader?

Mr. Felbec.

Did you find the date
of the Battle of Marathon?

Fifth century B.C.

Correct.

But would you say "20th century"
if I asked about the Battle of Verdun?

Mr. Descamps, can you do better?

490 B.C.

Congratulations, Descamps.
That's impressive.

Can you tell me where you found the date?

In our book.

Really?

Surprising. The Persian Wars
aren't part of the curriculum.

Maybe it was another book.
I don't remember.

Already?

If you've already forgotten
something that happened today,

how will you remember anything
to get your diploma?

I gave him the date.

I'm listening, Pichon.

490 B.C. is in the manual
on Ancient Greece.

And I know that

because...

I read it in the book.

Why did you give the answer to Descamps?

I... I wasn't sure I could do it.

Being a class leader, ma'am.

There are worse faults than humility.

Certain students, boys and girls,
should remember that.

Pichon, you are our class leader.

-Didier, wait!
-Why? So you can say you're sorry?

-But you didn't find the date.
-And you did?

Annick gave it to me.

You don't want to be class leader.

-It's complicated.
-It's not.

Annick is using you,
and you follow along because...

What? You think you're gonna marry her?

No.

Bye.

What is that? On your eyes.

Are you wearing makeup?

Where do you think you are?
At a surprise party?

This is high school, young lady.

Do you think respectable girls
put black on their eyes?

Do you want to be noticed?

Do you want boys to look at you?

There! Are you happy now?

The boys have noticed you.

Do you know what happens
to girls like you?

Mrs. Giraud...

Be very careful with what
you're going to say, Miss Couret.

You're in no position
to give me lessons in decency.

Come on, gentlemen, move.

Come. Let's go wash that face.

We'll see what's left of your makeup.

The vote was three to two?

Douillard, Herman, Giraud.

Expulsion.

Can't we file an appeal or something?

We can't, unfortunately.

But Mom and Dad won't let me stay here.

Paul!

Jean-Pierre can stay.

Mr. Douillard changed his mind.
They're in the principal's office.

How do you know this?
Douillard changed his mind?

I think it had something to do
with a new Latin regional contest

and some prize he could win
with his best student.

There he is.

Suspended for eight days and a warning.

I've never seen a student
so happy to say that.

I am not expelled.

Thanks to your aunt.

I'm happy for you.

But especially for Michèle
who was innocent.

But I'm still not happy
you hurt your classmate.

Mrs. Giraud isn't happy, but too bad.

If Latin is on its way out,
might as well win a prize while I can.

Even if that means it's with a student
who gouged another's eye out!

Fortune favors the bold.

Mrs. Giraud will get over it, don't worry.

And Magnan is a good student,
it'd be a shame to lose him.

You mean Mr. Bellanger's nephew?

Yes. He didn't make out too badly.

Well, he got a warning
and has been suspended for eight days.

Not to mention the extra Latin homework
he'll have to do for the contest.

Would you have preferred
a different outcome, Miss Couret?

No, it isn't my place to say, sir.
I'm just a contractor.

Miss Couret,
Mr. Bellanger would like to see you.

Come in.

-You wanted to see me?
-Yes.

Is there a problem with my contract?
Am I too inexperienced?

Am I too young? Too married?
Not divorced enough? Too immoral?

No, you've got it wrong.

Of course. It would seem
that I don't understand anything!

I wanted to know
if you preferred cash or check?

In your situation, a check would go
into your husband's bank account.

He can transfer the money to you,

but, depending on your situation,
it could take a while.

I thought it might be easier for you

to receive your salary directly.

That's why I asked.

In theory,

women have had the right
to manage their salaries since 1907,

-but we know that...
-Thank you.

Thank you. Cash would be much easier.

Good. That's what we'll do.

About the prank with the paper figures...

It's like a ritual here.

All teachers go through it.

It wasn't personal.

Mrs. Giraud is part of the old generation,
with their dunce caps,

corporal punishment, public humiliation
and so on, which I personally hate.

But I can't disagree with her
in front of students.

And, in case there's any doubt,

she's the one who told me
about your last name.

I didn't tell her anything.

You seem to be a very brave woman.

Taking your freedom back comes at a price.

But I know
that you'll fit in just fine here.

It's just going to take some time.

I thought you despised me.

Quite the opposite.

Mr. Bellanger.

Should I iron Laubrac's jacket
before I give it back?

I forgot my sweater.

Go on. I have errands to run.

Anyway, it's great news
about your brother.

Let me know if you cross paths
with Mr. Tonheston.

Well, well... Laubrac!

That's my moped.

So what?

Fine, fine, fine.

Come on, we're out of here.

There's nothing to see here.

I'm definitely ironing your jacket.

-Just a warning.
-It's not fair.

Gisèle!

-How are you, sweetheart?
-Good.

I'll do my homework here,
then I'll go make dinner upstairs.

Okay.

She slept with so many men during the war

they said she was
like a well-oiled machine.

Hi, Jean-Pierre.

So, the hearing, I heard it went well.

I told you the eyelash was good luck.

-I'm Simone. Michèle's friend. We met...
-I know who you are.

I got off with a warning.

That's great. You had me worried.

You weren't saying anything.

And Michèle was so relieved.

She was really worried about you.
She was distracted all day.

And Descamps coming back today,
it's like he did it on purpose.

Anyway...

thankfully everything's fine now.
It's all over.