Polytechnique

These too.

Do you have some change?

Not much.

This film is inspired by the testimonies of survivors of the tragedy that took place on December 6, 1989, at the École Polytechnique in Montreal.

Out of respect for the victims and their families, all characters are ficticious.

– Bye. – Bye.

Forgive the mistakes. I had 15 minutes to write this.

Would you note that if I commit suicide today

it is not for economic reasons,

for I have waited until I exhausted all my financial means,

even refusing jobs,

but for political reasons.

Because I have decided to send the feminists,

who have always ruined my life, to their Maker.

For seven years life has brought me no joy,

and being totally blasé,

I have decided to put an end to those viragos.

I tried in my youth to enter the Forces as an officer cadet,

which would have allowed me possibly to get into the arsenal

and precede Lortie in a raid.

They refused me because . . . antisocial.

I therefore had to wait until this day to execute my plans.

In the meantime, I continued my studies in a haphazard way

for they never really interested me, knowing in advance my fate.

Which did not prevent me from obtaining very good marks

despite my policy of not handing in work

and the lack of studying before exams.

Even though the media will label me a “mad killer”,

I consider myself a rational individual

who has been pushed to take extreme measures

only by the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

For why persevere to exist just to please the government?

Being a backwards-looking thinker by nature,

except for when it comes to science,

I have always been enraged by feminists.

They cling to women’s benefits,

like cheap insurance,

maternity leave, preventative leave,

while seizing for themselves those of men.

Thus it is an obvious truth that if the Olympic Games

removed the men-women distinction,

there would be women only in the graceful events.

So the feminists are not fighting to remove that barrier.

They are so opportunistic that they never fail to profit

from the knowledge accumulated by men through the ages.

They always try to misrepresent them every time they can.

Thus, the other day,

I heard they were honouring the Canadian men and women

who fought at the frontlines during the world wars.

How can that be

when women were not authorized to go to the frontlines?

Will we hear of Caesar’s female legions and female galley slaves

who of course took up 50% of the ranks of history,

though they never existed?

A real casus belli.

Sorry for this too brief letter.

– Val? – Hmm?

An adiabatic transformation.

Is it isentropic when it’s reversible or irreversible?

Reversible.

I can’t even remember the basic concepts.

In one ear out the other.

Just think of an elastic.

The entropy remains constant, therefore it’s reversible,

like a rubber band.

That’s nice.

You want the job, you’ll get it.

Ah, I haven’t been able to read Sylvain

and I can’t finish my structure lab.

Hey, J.F.

It’s a bit early for a striptease, isn’t it?

– Are you finished? – No.

You still coming to the party?

I don’t know.

I’ll be studying in the café. Let me know how it went, OK?

OK. Thanks.

Good luck!

Mom, Sorry, it was inevitable

Hey, buddy!

Hey.

Fuck!

My assignment. Shit!

Valérie Dompierre?

INTERVIEW ROOM

Maurice Martineau.

Hi.

So you’re here for the mechanical engineering internship?

Yes.

That’s unusual.

What do you mean?

You in mechanical engineering?

Women usually go for civil engineering. It’s easier.

It’s a real passion for me.

It’s always been my dream to work in aeronautics.

I meant, uh, easier for raising a family.

We’re looking for candidates who won’t quit . . .

– And? – And what?

And what did you say?

Nothing. What could I say?

I don’t know, Val.

That—that your career comes first.

That you don’t want kids. Anything.

So, did you get the job or not?

It’s not even a job. It’s an internship.

Job, internship. It’s the same thing.

Anyway, yeah, I got it.

You got a job! Do you realize what this means?

You don’t seem very happy.

No, I am happy.

But what?

But I know that if I told him that I wanted kids,

I wouldn’t have gotten it.

It’s like he was telling me my education was just for fun.

He was so condescending.

Hey, cheer up.

You shouldn’t let that guy get to you.

You know, you work super hard. Your grades are amazing.

Fuck that guy.

Yeah, fuck him. Right.

– Hi, girls. – Hi.

Can you help me?

I can’t do this.

Can you lend me your notes, please?

Yeah, sure.

– Thank you. – Class is in 15 minutes.

See you there.

Is it gonna be long?

No.

Go ahead.

Next.

Can I help you?

We could define entropy

as a measurement of the disorder in a system.

Any system that is subject to pressure

from its external environment

will undergo a conversion that results in imbalance

and a transfer of energy.

For example, water in a pot on the stove

starts to move and change into steam.

If we put a lid on the pot,

the steam lifts the lid, which falls back down

only to be lifted again and again

until there is no more heat or no more water.

At the microscopic level, this transfer of energy

results in increasing molecular agitation,