The Trotsky Page #4

for the rest of the week?

- Yes, l believe for insolence.

- You're damn right.

- Ms. Davis.

Leon...

l don't think

l've properly educated you

on the twin subjects of

who l am and what l'm about.

- l think l've got

a pretty clear idea.

- l don't think that you do.

This has been a troubled arts school

for many years now.

Pot, sex,

graffiti, piercings.

You see what l'm getting at?

l am here to discipline

the students, usher in a new era

of responsibility

and obligation to this place.

Now, you can certainly

make that harder for me.

Heck, you already have.

ut you won't stop me.

So the choice is yours.

You can spend

your final year of high school

in a war you can't win against a man

who's lived far longer

and knows far more than you.

- Hmm.

- Or you can just float by

and wreak havoc next year

on someone's poor,

unsuspecting university.

What's it going to be?

- l think the choice is obvious.

- Why was this war so important

that people were coming

from all over the world to Spain

to volunteer for it?

Does anyone care?

nyone other than Leon?

Orwell, Hemingway,

famous writers, lots to lose,

coming all the way to Spain!

They had nothing to do with it.

The POUM, the very first

all-volunteer army.

You, in your little lives here,

would you volunteer yourselves

to go to a foreign country,

somewhere that

you've never been before,

somewhere where

you know no one?

Can you imagine

doing something so selfless?

Dan!

Can you please turn your

smirking face towards the front?

Thanks. Where was l?

- l'm so bored.

- Well, you're a fruit.

nd why are we in the hallway?

Why don't we go somewhere

where we could smoke?

- l'd second that motion,

but l'm afraid it might

sound too fruity, twat.

- Ladies! lt's a dance theme.

How hard can this be?

- Pfft!

- O.., so the next suggestion,

whatever it is,

that's what we're doing, O..?

- Hi! Hi! Sorry.

Sorry we're late.

Double time.

Double time.

- Who's this?

- Guys, this is Leon

and his friend...

- Skip. His name is Skip.

- Skip!

Uh, guys, this is Dwight,

president of the Student Union.

- nd--and--and--

and who are you?

- Dwight!

- What's the big deal?

What grade are you in, Skippy?

- 9.

- 9! Great!

- Wow!

- ll the grades should be

represented in the union.

Right, Tony?

- Right.

Do you guys have any ideas

for the theme of a dance?

lt's in 2 weeks and

it's kind of crunch time.

- Social justice?

- ll right!

This meeting's adjourned!

- What? Uh, no, no.

No, that's not our theme!

That's not our theme.

- Oh, yeah Caroline said

the next one mentioned

was gonna be the theme,

so that's it, right?

- Hum, l guess so.

- O.., an elected committee

member has to suggest it.

Not....

some outsider.

- re you my Stalin, Dwight?

- Ha! O..!

So l suggest social justice.

Let's f***ing go.

- Yeah, well you--

- "re you my Stalin, Dwight?"

ln fact, l want that on a T-shirt.

- Heh!

- No, wait. That should be

my first album name:

"My Stalin."

ls it a better band name

or album name?

- l don't know.

- Can l ask you guys something?

Would you say

"boredom" or "apathy"?

- Well, what's the difference?

- oredom.

- pathy's the condition

of not caring.

oredom... boredom is just a

slumber one can be roused from.

- Oh, then definitely boredom.

- See, l told you.

- Gang...

Do you guys want to form

a real union?

- Why?

- We have no voice.

We have no, uh, defence

in this large,

impersonal establishment

that maintains it's here

for our edification,

and yet seems hell-bent

on thwarting our individual and

collective growth at every turn.

Teachers and administration

are here for us.

nd yet we are

the most undervalued members

of the education community.

We have lots of power,

we just haven't used it yet.

- re we gonna get

in trouble for this?

- Probably. Heh!

- Principal erkhoff

claims there's a new sheriff

at Montreal West High School.

ully for him!

- What is this f***ing idiot

talking about?

Why don't you try listening to him?

- Let's show him what

the townspeople are made of.

Let's show him that we are not

the generation of apathy.

- l love everything you're saying.

Oh, sing it, sister! Yeah!

- If we don't think

we deserve a detention,

shouldn't we be allowed

to bring that query

to a review board of sorts?

We are entitled

to fight unfair rules.

a time for learning

or a time for revolution.

- Oh, mon Dieu!

Frank?

- For one young man,

the answer is both.

- Frank, come here.

You gotta see this.

- What?

- My fellow students,

aren't you tired of being

taught ecology by gym teachers?

- Oh, for Christ's sake!

- While school officials

have yet to comment,

it seems like this semester

is shaping up...

- Should l Febreeze your robes?

- You know what else

isn't funny anymore?

- esides your ring tone?

- Yeah, you. Hello?

- Turn on the news.

- Why?

- You'll see.

- The commissioner's

on vacation this week...

- Oh my god!

- Hold on a second.

l got the other line. Hold on.

Hello?

- Uh, hey. lt's Leon.

- Hang on.

- Yeah, O...

- Did you give Leon my number?

- Uh...

- Oh, my god! Hold on.

What is wrong with you?

- Why?

Was l not supposed to call?

- No, l'm talking about the--

the school thing!

re you watching the news,

Leon?

- Oh, that.

That's just local coverage.

Listen, uh, what are you

doing tomorrow night?

- l'm busy.

re you really trying

to unionize your high school?

- Uh, yes.

Uh, what are you busy with?

- lt's my Ph. D. party.

Did you tip off the press?

- Uh, no.

My sister did that.

What time

does your Ph. D. party finish?

- Late.

What is wrong with you?

- l'm Trotsky.

Uh, how late is late?

- Um, we're not seeing

each other tomorrow night, so...

- ut tomorrow

is our anniversary.

- Mmm, we don't have

an anniversary.

- Yes, we do.

lt's a week tomorrow that we first met.

- O.., l'm gonna talk to you later.

nd l don't want to be

your one phone call from jail.

- So, l'll just pop by

your place tomorrow night, then?

- You will the f*** not, seriously.

- Smells good in here.

- How's your boyfriend?

l forgot.

l'm your boyfriend.

- Yeah, sometimes l forget too.

- Congratulations, Doctor.

- Whoa!

- Thank you!

- ravo.

- Merci! Oh...

- You didn't call me--

- l'm not talking to you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You didn't call me back.

You left me hangin' there.

What did that Leon have to say?

- You guys are terrible!

Leave her alone.

- lt is not my fault that he has

a crush on me, O..?

- Well, how's Julian doing

with the old competition?

- Yeah, it's none of

his business anymore.

- Whoa, whoa! ls there

something l should know?

- Yeah, she kicked him out yesterday.

- Sh*t, is he here?

- Let her have a drink or two.

- l can hear you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, merci!

- Good night, girls.

- Merci, Marie.

Good night.

- l love her!

- l totally "effed" an 18 year old.

- Yeah, so did l, when l was 14.

- No, l mean like recently.

- Shut your "fugly" face.

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