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to come along,

about your so-called movement.

Monday.

fter school.

- l'll be there.

- l was speaking with

the school board on Friday

about your little cause.

Just so you know,

it might be getting a lot of

attention from the media

but it will never happen.

- ls that it?

- Wait a minute.

What do you mean

it's never gonna happen?

- Yeah, we have over

- Comrades, comrades by even

talking to this brown shirt,

you're--you're--you're merely,

uh, encouraging him.

He truthfully has very little power;

he's only trying to scare us.

- Mr. ronstein,

l actually have a lot of power

and l happen to be wearing

a grey shirt.

- Caroline, will you please

tell Mr. erkhoff

that the next time

l'll be speaking with him

will be at

the school board meeting

in the presence of

the Student Union legal team.

- You won't be allowed into

the meeting, Leon.

dministration only.

- Well, we'll see about that.

nd that amounts to

a threat, does it not,

saying that they won't

let it happen?

- O.., O... When is this meeting

gonna take place?

- Tomorrow afternoon.

Thank you.

- t the school board?

With the commissioner there?

- Yes. nd one other

teensy little thing.

Uh, technically, we are not

allowed to be there.

So we're crashing the party,

in the grand olshevik tradition

of crashing everything.

- l presumed you've

alerted the media.

- Yeah, of course.

l figured since

you used to be married

to Commissioner rchambault--

Speaking of which, l saw

the pictures from that wedding.

- Hey. Leon.

- How drunk was Maggie Trudeau?

- Leon.

- What?

- l'm not a prop.

- What do you mean?

- l won't show up any time you want me

just to lend you some credibility.

- l don't need credibility.

- You don't need a lawyer either.

- Leon.

- l'm here on business,

l promise you.

- What business?

- Uh, legal stuff.

Tomorrow afternoon,

there's a school board meeting.

- l can't.

- Why not?

- ecause l can't!

l'm not your lawyer.

- O.., fine, let's just...

...put our love aside

for a moment

and deal with the cause, O..?

- "Our love," Leon?

"Our love" is something

you made up in your head, O..?

l don't love you.

nd, seriously,

you should think long and hard

about whether or not

you love me,

because l don't think you do.

- w!

You are a coward.

- Oh, f*** you, Leon!

l'm allowed to feel used

when someone is using me.

- You think l'm using you?

- Of course l do!

You are!

- l had no idea you had such

a poor opinion of me.

- Oh, my god!

nough with the broken-hearted

puppy-dog routine.

You just feel things because

you think you're supposed to.

You've never had

a real emotion in your life.

You need to grow up.

- w!

God, l hate that f***ing dream!

- Students.

- Press corps!

See you guys after our meeting.

lt shouldn't be more than... 10.

How's tricks?

- You're wasting your time,

Mr. ronstein.

- Uh, funny.

l feel like l'm wasting yours.

So, uh, see you guys inside?

Lovely.

Lovely ensemble.

- l notice there's some

new faces here.

- Uh, Denise...

They bullied their way

into this meeting.

- Oh, and how exactly

were you bullied, Harry?

Were you swarmed?

Let's get this over with

so we can get into

the real business of this meeting.

Let me guess.

Monsieur ronstein will speak

on behalf of this group?

- Uh, yes.

That's right, Denise.

l assume you already know

why we're here.

l have in my hand

more than 578 signatures

of students from my high school

who wish to unionize.

- nd l wonder

how you got those signatures,

Monsieur ronstein.

y pretending it was

for installing a Jacuzzi

in the hallway?

- l see that l'm encountering

that legendary school board wit

that l've heard so much about.

Uh, in that case,

l'll just get down to business.

Uh, we're here because

Henry erkhoff

and his...

demonic concubine, Davis...

- You won't get anywhere with

insolence, Monsieur ronstein.

- Thus,

we have come before you...

...oh great and powerful Oz,

in search of understanding

and/or benevolence.

What say you?

- lnsolence again,

Monsieur ronstein.

You know, perhaps you are not

the best spokesperson

for your cause.

En tout cas...

What a f***ing surprise.

- xcuse me?

- This is a formality, Madame.

mere formality.

Did you honestly think

that any of us believed

that you would

actually take us seriously?

You and your, uh,

junta school board

are more predictable

than a Congolese dictator.

Uh, no, we are only here

to give the impression

that we were willing

to talk sensibly

before raining down a

hellfire of sh*t on your legacy!

- Monsieur ronstein!

l spent today

as l spend most days...

working for

the Stephen Lewis Foundation

trying to convince

pharmaceutical companies

to donate lDS drugs

to otswana.

So you'll excuse me if l have

low tolerance for your histrionics.

- l'm sincerely sorry

that our little cause

isn't dramatic enough for you.

Let's go, gang.

Downstairs, we have

a press conference awaiting us.

- Un instant, s'il te plat,

Monsieur Bronstein.

l can only assume you're

planning a strike of some kind.

ut l must warn you,

this is not your daddy's factory;

this is the government.

Do you know what happens

to government workers

who strike illegally?

They go to jail.

- What you seem to forget, Madame,

is that we are not

government employees,

we are not your employees.

We are students.

Just like those students

in that square in China.

nd my name is Mr. Trotsky.

Leon Trotsky.

Adieu.

- Here we go.

- l'll do the wrap later.

- What was that?

'cause l don't want to go to jail.

- Yeah, l'm not too crazy

about that idea either.

l mean, detentions suck and all,

but l bet getting gang-raped

by prison guards sucks harder.

- Nobody's going to jail!

They're just trying to distract us.

Sarah, l think it's time

for the sympathy strike.

- l've already been

laying down the foundations.

- You have?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

- ll right,

l'm gonna deal with the press.

fternoon, press corps.

We're calling for

a school-board-wide strike

of all students

at 11:
30 a.m.,

Eastern standard time.

Tomorrow morning,

students, walk out of class.

Walk into the streets

and we will show them

that we are alie,

we are awake, we are aware.

Uh, Leon, why exactly

are you doing this strike?

- We are striking over

self-determination.

How's that?

Beliee it or not,

yes, our educational environment

is important to us.

So once again, students,

let this strike commence.

- Idle threats orjust

the beginning, we'll find out--

- Leon, maybe you'd like

to share with the family

how you're adapting

to your new public school?

No? Come on!

Nothing interesting,

nothing provocative happened,

nothing worthy of your attention?

Today, for instance?

- You are so

f***ing busted, dipshit.

- One son at a time.

- Sarah, will you please

remind your father

that l'm not

speaking with him.

- Leon says--

- Oh, of course!

ecause of this historical record here.

Your Leon stopped talking to

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