All language subtitles for aaf-les.miserables.25th.anniversary.2010.dvdrip.xvid-cd2

Without him, the world around...

Love Him.

Let them come in their legions and they
will be met.

Have faith in yourselves and do not be
afraid.

Let's give them a screw and they'll
never forget.

This is where it begins.

And if I should die in the fight to be
free, where the fighting is hardest,

there will I be.

Let them come if they dare.

Listen, my friends, I have done as I
said. I have been to their lines. I have

counted each man.

I will tell what I can.

Better be warned. They have armies to
spare, and our danger is real. We will

need all our cunning to bring them to
heel.

Have faith.

If you know what their movements are,
we'll spoil the game.

There are ways that our people can
fight. We shall over... Come their power

I have overheard their plans There will
be no attack tonight They

intend to starve us out Before they
start a proper fight Concentrate their

force Shit us from the right Liar!

Good evening dear Inspector Lovely
evening my dear

There is work we have to do. There's a
boy climbing the barricade.

Good God, what are you doing?

Eponine, have you no fear?

Have you seen my beloved?

Why have you come back here?

Took the letter like you said. I met her
father at the door. He said he would

give it. I don't think I can stand
anymore.

Eponine, what's wrong?

There's something wet upon your hair.

Eponine, you're hurt. You need some
help. Oh God, it's every...

Don't feel any pain A little ball of
rain

Can hardly hurt me now You hear?

That's all I need

Treatise, if I could show you how, I
won't desert you

now. The rain can't hurt me now, this
rain.

She is the first to fall, the first of
us to fall

upon this barricade.

Her name was Eponine.

Her life was cold and dark, yet she was
unafraid.

We fight here in her name.

She will not die.

Here comes a man in uniform.

What brings you to this place?

I come here as a volunteer.

Approach and show your face.

You wear an army uniform.

That's why they led me through.

You've got some years behind you, sir.

There's much that I can do.

You see that prisoner over there?

A volunteer like you.

A spy who calls himself Javert.

He's going to get it too.

They're getting ready to attack!

Take this in use as well, but if you
shoot us in the back, you'll never live

to tell.

Platoon of stoppers advancing towards
the barricade! Troops behind us! Fifty

men or more!

Look how they turn and run. And so the
war was won. They will be back again,

make an attack again.

For your presence are mine, for the deed
you have done. I will thank you,

monsieur, when a battle is won.

Give me no thanks, monsieur.

There's something you can do. If it
isn't my power.

Give me the spy, chapelle. Let me take
care of him.

The law is inside out. The world is
upside down.

Do what you have to do. The man belongs
to you.

The enemy may be regrouping. Hold
yourself in readiness.

Come, my friends, back to your position.

The night is falling fast.

We meet again.

You've hungered for this all your life.

Take your revenge.

How right you should kill with a knife.

You talk too much. Your life is safe in
my hands.

Don't understand.

Get out of here. Valjean, take care. I'm
warning you. Clear out of here.

What a thief. Forever a thief.

What you want, you always steal.

You would trade your life for mine.

Yes, Valjean, you want a deal.

Shoot me now.

For all I care.

If you let me go, beware. You'll still
answer to summer.

You are wrong.

And always have been wrong.

I'm a man. No worse than any man.

For free. And there are no conditions.

No bargains or petitions.

There's nothing that I blame you for.

You've done your duty.

Nothing more.

If I come out of this alive, you'll find
me at number 55, Rue Plumet.

No doubt our path will cross again.

Go!

Kuparak, you take the watch.

They won't attack until it's light.

Everybody keep the faith.

For certain as the eagle flies, we are
not alone.

The people too might thrive.

Marius, breath.

Drink with me.

Today is gone by.

Sing with me the songs we

knew.

Here's to pretty girls who went to our
heads. Here's to witty

girls who went to our beds. Here's to
that.

and tears to you drink with me

two days gone by

can it be you fear

to die will the world remember

you when you fall can it be your death

Nothing at all Is your life Just a walk

Do I care if I should die? Now she goes
across the sea.

Life without Cosette means nothing at
all. Would you

weep? Cosette should never...

Oh, God.

I might have known if God had granted me
a son.

You at the barricade listen to this.

The people of Paris sleep in their bed.

You have no chance, no chance at all.

Why throw your lives away?

Let us die facing our foes. Make them
flee while we can.

Make them pay through the nose. Make
them pay for every man.

Let others rise to take our place
until...

Here's a hint of gold stuck into a
tooth.

Pardon me, monsieur, you won't be
needing it no more.

Shouldn't be too hard to sell. Add it to
the pile.

Add it to the stock.

Here among the sewer rats are breath
away from hell.

You get accustomed to the smell.

Well, someone's got to clean them up, my
friends, before the little harvest

disappears into the mud.

Someone's got to collect their odds and
ends when the gutters

run with blood.

It's a world where the dog eats the dog.
Where they

kill for the bones in the street.

And God in his heaven, you don't
interfere.

these dead as the stiff.

It will go back way too long. The
faithful servant has his post once more.

This man's done no wrong and he needs a
thousand fair.

I warned you I would not give in.

I won't be swayed.

And then I'm yours and all our debts are
paid.

The man of mercy comes again and talks
of justice. Come, time is running short.

He's standing in his grave.

Thank him, Balson.

Before I change my mind, I will be
waiting.

24601.

Who

is

this man? What sort of devil is he to
have me caught in a trap and choose to

let me go free?

It was his hour at last to put a seal on
my fate.

Wipe out the past and watch me clean out
the slate.

All it would take was a flick of his
knife.

Vengeance was seized and he gave me back
my life.

Damned if I live in the debt of a thief.

Damned if I yield at the end of the
chase.

I am the law and the law is not mocked.
I'll spit his pity right back in his

face. There is nothing on earth that we
share.

It is thy nerve, Aldon.

How can I now allow this man to hold
dominion over me?

This desperate man whom I have hunted,
he gave me my life. He gave

me freedom.

I should have perished by his hand.

It was his right.

It was my right to die as well.

Instead I live.

But live in hell and my thoughts fly
apart.

Can this man be believed?

Shall his sins be forgiven?

Shall his crimes be reprieved?

And must I now begin to doubt?

who never doubted all these years.

My heart is stone, and still it
trembles. The world I have known is lost

in shadow.

Is he from heaven or from hell?

And does he know that granting me my
life today,

this man has killed me even so?

I am reaching, but I fall.

And the stars are black and cold as I
stare

into the void of a world that cannot
hold.

I'll escape now from that world, from
the world of Jean Valjean.

There's nowhere I can turn.

that can't be spoken There's a pain goes
on and

on Empty chairs and empty tables

Now my friends are dead and gone

Here they talked of revolution

Here it was

They sang about tomorrow and tomorrow
never

came.

From the table in the corner, they could

see the world reborn.

And they rose with voices ringing and I
can

hear.

friends forgive me that I live and you
are gone

there's a grief that can't be spoken
there's a

pain goes on and on phantom faces

at the window phantom shadows on the
floor

empty chairs Empty tables where my

friends will meet no more

What

your

sacrifice was for

Every day you walk with stronger steps,
you walk with longer steps, the worst is

over. Every day, I wonder every day, who
was it brought me here from the

barricade? Don't think about it, Marius,
with all the years ahead of us, I will

never go away and we will be together
every day.

and the vow that we

is a day I never can forget.

Is gratitude enough for giving me
Cosette?

Your home shall be with us and not a day
shall pass.

But we will prove our love to you whom
we shall call a father to us both, a

father to us all.

Not another word, my son.

There's something now that must be done.

There lived a man whose name was Jean
Valjean.

He stole some bread to save his sister's
son.

For nineteen winters stir up his time.

Since what he washed away his crime
years ago.

He broke her all and lived her life
apart.

How could he tell Cosette and break her
heart?

It's poor Cosette, this must be fate. If
he is caught, she is disgraced. The time

has come to journey on.

And from this day he must be gone.

Who am I?

Who am I? Hugh John Valjean.

What can I do to turn you from this?

Monsieur, you cannot leave.

Whatever I tell my beloved Cosette, she
will never believe.

Make her believe I have gone on a
journey a long way away.

Tell her my heart was too full for
farewell. It is better this way.

Promise me, Monsieur, Cosette will never
know.

I give my word.

What I have spoken, why I must go.

For the sake of Cosette.

It must be so.

to the groom.

I forget where we met. Was it not at the
Chateau

Lafarge where the Duke did that puke
down the Duchess's

décolletage? No, Bill, did he not?

Circles I move in are humbler by far.

Go away to Nadieh.

Do you think I don't know who you are?

It's not food.

Told you so.

Show monsieur what you've come here to
show.

Tell the boy what you know.

Pity to disturb you with a feast like
this.

But, uh... Five hundred francs surely
wouldn't come amiss.

In God's name, say what you have to say.

But first, you cunt!

What I saw clear as light Jean Valjean
in the sewers that

night Had this corpse on his back
Hanging there like a bloody

great sack.

I was there.

Never fear.

He even found me this fine souvenir.

I know this.

This was mine.

This is surely some heavenly sign.

One thing more.

Mark this well.

It was the night that the barricade
fell.

Then it's true.

Then I'm right.

Jean Valjean was my savior that night.

As for you, take this too.

God forgive us the things that we do.

Come, my love, come cause it.

This day's blessings are not over yet.

I need a love, I need a treat of novena
among the

elite.

Here comes a prince, there goes a Jew.

This one's a queer, but what can you do?

Paris at me feet.

Paris in the dust.

And here's me, breaking bread, with the
upper crop.

There go at the feet.

Master of the dance. Life is easy, but
still you grab your chance.

Everywhere you go, the law of iron is
broke.

Doing what is decent, but they're mostly
broke.

Say it to the Lord on Sunday.

Pray for the gift you'll take.

But we're the ones who take it. We're
the ones who make it in the end.

Watch the bugger's ass.

Watch until they drop.

Keep your wits about you and you'll
stand.

in the shadows I count the hours till I
can sleep I

dreamed a dream cause I'd stood by it
made her weep to know I

die alone at the end

of the day upon this wedding night I
pray

Take these children, my Lord, to thy
embrace and show

them grace.

the best of my life. And you will be
with God.

Papa, Papa, I do not understand.

Are you all right? They said you'd run
away.

Oh, Saint, my child, am I forgiven now?

Thank God, thank God, I live to see this
day.

It's you who must forgive us all.

It's you who must forgive a thankless
man.

It's thanks to you that I am living.

And again, I lay down my life at your
feet.

Cause that your father is a saint.

When they wounded me, he took me from
the barricade.

Carried like a babe and brought me home.

again beside me.

Now I can die in peace, for now my

life is lost.

You will live, Papa, you're going to
live.

It's too soon, too soon to say goodbye.

Yes, Cosette,

Forbid me now to die.

I'll obey.

I will try.

On this page I write my last

confession.

Read it well when I at last am sleeping.

It's the story of those who always loved
you.

Your mother gave her life for you, then
gave you to my keeping.

Lord in heaven, look down on him in
mercy.

Forgive me all my trespasses and take me
to your glory.

Take my hand,

I'll lead you to salvation.

The truth that once was spoken, to love
another

person is to steal.

© transcript Emily

Beynon

Cool.

Like the sun I might have known.

One day more.

Another day, another destiny.

This never-ending road to Calvary.

These men who seem to know my crime will
surely come a second time. One day more.

I did not live until today.

How can I live?

When we are parting.

One day more. So far we will be worlds
away.

And yet with you my world has started.

and tell them what they want.

Well, Les Miserables, 25 years young.

What a remarkable evening.

This is going to be one of the greatest
nights of my life.

We are all very lucky to be here in
front of such an incredible, stellar,

amazing cast.

I realise over the last few days, I
mean, seeing the original cast here, the

two wonderful London companies at the
moment, and our extraordinary cast of

tonight, that I've not only shared Les
Miserables with them, I've shared most

of my professional life with them. And
everyone, including the choir, the

ensemble, everyone, they're all the
stars of the West End that have kept the

British musical theatre thriving.

You know, they're here for the same
reason I'm here and the same reason

you're here.

We love Les Miserables.

There's something extraordinary about
the scenes today.

And ever since it opened 25 years at the
Barbican, it is you, the public, that

have grasped it and embraced it in the
most personal way.

And that's how we all feel.

I watched the second act back then.
stage, it was as electrifying as it was

for you outside just because the embrace
between us and seeing everybody just

love this material so much and love
their fellow performers is something I

have never encountered in the theatre
and I never will for the rest of my

life. So the inspiration of course
belongs

to Victor Hugo and Victor Hugo inspired

Two Frenchmen. They had to be French, of
course.

Alain Boubille and Claude-Michel
Schoenberg to write the show with the

wonderful, uplifting words of Herbert
Kretzner. Ladies and gentlemen, the

authors of Les Miserables.

Just a few words on such an emotional
evening in front of such a huge and warm

crowd.

I must remember that 32 years ago, I was
asking myself one question.

Would Les Miserables make a good subject
for a musical?

And I wasn't conscious enough to think
it was.

And Claude Michel, crazy enough to agree
with me.

So tonight is the celebration of,
obviously, the genius of Victor Hugo, of

nearly 40 years of collaboration and
friendship between Claude Michel and me.

And 27 years of collaboration and
friendship with Carmen McIntosh.

It's also the celebration of incredible
talents that we met through Cameron and

namely they are the people who have
helped us to reshape our work and they

are James Hansen, Trevor Nunn, John
Keard and master lyricist

Herbert Kressner.

Well, it's an evening, hard to speak,
but an evening which I will remember for

all my life, obviously.

Seeing this company of companies perform
this night, it's an incredible evening.

And the 1985 evening with whom we share
so many memories, so many fond memories,

is something that, you know, we'll carry
away for the rest of our lives.

And I want to thank you, Cameron, again
for...

making us such an incredible and
overwhelming birthday present.

It's an incredible evening for us. We
are honored, privileged to attend such a

concert.

But I'm wondering what we are doing
here, really, because generally when you

have a tribute for a show like that, it
means that the authors, they are dead

for a long time.

And we are still here.

And they are not very happy every day,
those two, James and Laurence, the

director of the show, that we are here
because we are always looking what

they're doing with our baby.

But anyway, as Alain said, it's...

40 years of brothership between me and
Alain, 27 years of friendship and

collaboration with Cameron.

Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's very
tough, but it's always a lot of fun, and

I wish that it will last a very long
time. Thank you very much everyone.

Thank you.

I've just realised that I'll be nearly
90 for the 50th anniversary.

What shall I do?

I intend to be here, though.

Now, in 2002, it was Victor Hugo's

bicentennial, and we decided that we
would do a school edition.

so that under-19-year-olds could perform
the show.

They've been extraordinary doing it.
Hundreds and thousands of students and

tens of thousands of productions have
done it.

And now here, just a few of them are
going to be here to take part in our

celebration as we come to an end
tonight.

They are the future.

They will be doing Les Miserables when
tomorrow comes.

Bye.