The History Boys Page #3

...est sans... er... trousers?

Ah! Erm... Quelqu'un?

Oh! Ne sois pas timide.

Dites cher monsieur le directeur

ce que nous faisons.

- Je suis un homme qui...

- Vous n'tes pas un homme!

Vous tes un soldat.

Un soldat bless.

Vous comprenez,

cher monsieur le directeur?

- Soldat bless.

- Wounded soldier, of course.

Ici, c'est un hpital en Belgique.

Belgique? Pourquoi Belgique?

- Ypres.

- Ypres?

- Ypres.

- Ypres?

Pendant la guerre mondiale numro un.

- Ypres.

- C'est a!

Dakin est un soldat bless.

Un mutil de guerre.

Et les autres sont des mdecins,

infirmires,

et tout le personnel d'un grand tablissement

mdical et thrapeutique.

Continuez, mes enfants.

(screaming)

Il appelle sa mre.

Mon pre! Mon pre!

Il appelle son pre!

Il est distrait, il est distrait.

Il est commotionn, peut-tre.

Comment?

Commotionn. Shell-shocked.

C'est possible. Commotionn.

Oui, c'est le mot juste.

Permettez-moi d'introduire Monsieur Irwin,

notre nouveau professeur.

- Enchant.

- Enough of this silliness! No, not silliness!

Mr. Hector, you are aware

these pupils are Oxbridge candidates?

Nobody's told me.

Mr. Irwin will be coaching them,

but it's a question of time.

I've found him three lessons a week, but I was

wondering... Purely on a temporary basis.

- The last time, I promise.

- Last time was the last time.

- I'm thinking of the boys.

- I am, too. No, absolutely not. No. No, no, no.

C'est hors de question,

et puis, si vous voulez m'excuser,

je dois continuer ma leon.

tout l'heure.

- (bell rings)

- F***.

(all laugh)

It's true, though, sir.

We don't have much time.

We don't even have to do French.

Now, who goes home?

Well, surely I can

give somebody a lift.

- Who's on pillion duty? Dakin?

- Not me, sir. I'm going into town.

- Crowther?

- I'm off for a run, sir.

- Akhtar?

- Er... computer club, sir.

- Ah.

- I'll come, sir.

Oh, no, never mind.

I'll come, sir.

Ah! Scripps.

The things I do for Jesus.

- It's never me.

- You're too young still.

It will happen.

Now that you've achieved puberty.

If rather late in the day.

Mr. Hector is likely, at some point,

to try and put his hand on your knee.

This is because Mr. Hector

is a homosexual and a sad f***.

The drill is to look at the hand and go,

"And what does Mr. Hector want?"

Well, he has no answer for this

and so will desist.

Thrutch up.

- I just think I should have been told.

- He comes highly recommended.

- So did Anne of Cleves.

- Who?

He's up to the minute, Dorothy,

more "now".

Now? I thought history was "then".

Felix.

Anne of Cleves. Remind me.

- Fourth wife of Henry VIII, sir.

- Of course.

She was the one they told him

was Miss Dish,

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