Needing money for repairs, the old director of a boarding school (Larquey, in usual form) holds a fund-raising reunion for his prize class, including the supposedly wealthy Blier. While the "boys" are reliving their past (the film's only good moments), the director's lovely niece, with whom Blier and his rival Francois Perier were/are in love, is killed. Incredibly, none of the old boys, including the uncle, displays the least emotion--but the murder does allow the old friends to recapture a moment of their youth. An atrocious piece of plotting in the service of nostalgic gynophobia.