All language subtitles for Les Miserables.1958.720p.en.Sub Part 1 Of 6

"As long as ignorance and misery
exist in this world...

...stories such as this one
will not be told in vain."

Victor Hugo

1802

A chain of galley slaves on their
way to the penal colony of Toulon.

The last galleys of the king
had rotted long ago...

...in the port waters.

But the last convicts remained
for everybody galley slaves.

They were kept busy with
hard labor, often of no use.

That's what they called
"going to penal servitude."

Go ahead, fast.

You, move.

Father and son come to inspect.

Good morning, chief.

See this one? One couldn't tell,
but he tried to escape two times.

Fire in the hole!

Watch it, you guys over there!

It's over for them.
They were here for life.

Now they are at peace.

Hey, there.

Stay there.

Come here. Lift your foot.

You've filed your chain,
you bastard.

You want to escape?
You'll do three more years.

Meanwhile, off to the pontoon,
double-chained to the bench.

Go ahead, take him away!

This convict
was called Jean Valjean.

He had been condemned
to five years of penal colony

for stealing one loaf of bread.

Jean Valjean tried
two more times to escape...

and when, at last,
came the day of his release

Go ahead!

He had served 19 years.

Here are your things.

You go to the shower,
the hairdresser,

the delouser.

Here is your count.

One hundred and nine francs
and 15 sous.

Sign here.

No, it's not my count.

I calculated, it is 140 francs.

Less 24 francs
for Sundays and holidays,

and 5 francs of city taxes.

Go ahead, sign.

Here is your passport.

You will have to go
to the local police station

wherever you go.

Otherwise... you'll be arrested
and sent back here.

Understood?

Hey... if you get caught
stealing again, you'll get life.

If you threaten with a knife,
even with a stick--

armed in any way--
it's death penalty.

Think about that, unless you
want to come back and see us.

Freedom. Yes, they were
given back their freedom,

but their old convict's passport
that had to be stamped everywhere

was bound to their steps
like ball and chain.

It was almost impossible
for them to find work

and the houses and the inns
remained closed for them.

Not far from there,
in the little town of Digne,

in the department of Basses-Alpes,

a carnage bearing the coat
of arms of the papacy

was coming on the place
de l'Evéché.

The visitor wanted to spend
the night in the bishop's property.

They told him
that Monseigneur Myriel

had left the palace

because it was going to be
changed into an hospital,

and that he was living over there.

The little house on the square

- Is Bishop Myriel here?
- He went to do his visits.

He shouldn't be long,
if you want to come in.

- Thank you.
- Look, here he comes.

- Where?
- On the donkey.

What? This poor little priest?

You are right, Father,
we tell him often his sister and me.

His Grace doesn't
take enough care of himself.

He never keep any money
for himself.

If you could reason him
a little bit...

Good evening.

- Your Eminence.
- Please, don't.

It is the first time I ever met
a bishop with this sort of carriage.

Yes, I understand why Your
Eminence would be shocked.

If you will allow me.
He trotted a fair amount.

You think a humble priest
shows too much pride

by borrowing a mount which
has been used by our Lord.

But I do it by necessity,
I assure you, and not by vanity.

- I don't doubt it.
- Come.

Come in, Your Eminence, come in.

He is hungry.

But maybe you are, too.

I wanted to stop in your house
tonight with my people but

- I am afraid...
- Don't be afraid.

Your escort can go to the inn,
but I insist on keeping you.

I have an excellent bed for you.

Can I have a look at it?

I have such a hard time to sleep.

- Please. Excuse me.
- Thank you.

The supper will be ready in a minute.

When there is enough for three,
there is enough for four.

You would deprive me of
a great honor if you refuse.

You know how proud I am.

- Here is my bedroom.
- Thank you.

Be careful, there is a small step.

Here you are.
We'll be neighbors.

It is stocked
with fresh oat straws.

It still smells like harvest.

Thank you,
but this trip exhausted me.

I need to rest.

If you don't mind,
I'll go to the Mayor's house.

- I am not a monk.
- As you wish.

We are serving the same cause
but not in the same battalion.

The same night...

Come in.

Good evening.

I am sorry, they told me
to come knock on this door.

Can I have some soup
and a place to sleep?

Of course, come in.

My name is Jean Valjean
and I come from the galleys.

Yes, lady, the galleys.

Come in.

I left Toulon three days ago.
Today I covered the miles on foot.

I am tired.

Give me your things.

Mrs. Magloire will
put down an extra plate.

We will have supper in a moment.

We will make your bed
while you'll have your supper.

- Come in.
- I have money.

I am not an innkeeper.

Keep your money, sir,
you will need it.

You are the priest of the village.

I can't put anything past you.

Miss Baptistine, my sister,
and Mrs. Magloire, my governess.

Go ahead, give this
gentleman a chair!

Mrs. Magloire, go look for
the silverware. We have a guest.

Silverware.

The same that would have
been used for the cardinal.

How could they have better
shown an unexpected guest

that here he was not
considered a galley slave,

but a man?

These ladies are very happy
to have you among us.

When we have a guest,
we embellish daily life a bit.

And we drink wine.

- Can I serve the soup, Your Grace?
- Of course.

This gentleman
said he was hungry.

Give me a chair.

I am not tall enough
to reach the shelf.

You are surprised to see this
wealth in the house of a man

who should be the poorest
in the land?

This silverware comes from my
grandmother. I am attached to it.

Ah, it's a weakness, I know it.

In the name of the Father and the Son
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Could you give me
the ladle, please?

Give me your plate, sir. You are
probably eager to go to bed.

Mrs. Magloire... you will put
white sheets on the alcove bed.

The next day, as always,
Monseigneur Myriel

began his day
by visiting his garden.

He was leaving Mrs. Magloire
responsible for the vegetables

and taking care
of the flowers himself.

He used to say that beauty
is as important as utility,

maybe more so.

Monseigneur! Monseigneur!

The silverware basket!
I had put it away last night,

but it disappeared!
Do you know where it is?

Yes, here it is.

But it's empty!

And the silverware, the big ladle--
where are they?

This I don't know.

It is the man from last night,
the convict!

He is not in his room anymore.

I was bringing him a glass of milk.
His bed is empty.

Good thing I took the candlesticks
up to my bedroom.

Go ahead, move, go on!

Monseigneur! Look what
this man had in his bag.

We called him out to check his
passport and to search him.

This is what he had.

As we knew that last night
you had him for dinner,

well, we arrested him.

What did you answer
back to them?

Nothing.

Why didn't you tell these gentlemen
that I gave them to you?

You even forgot your candlesticks.

I had given them to you with the
silverware, why did you leave them?

Mrs. Magloire, go look for
this gentleman's silverware.

Go ahead!

Go ahead!

- You had given them to him?
- Of course.

- So, we can let him go?
- Yes. And give him back his goods.

I'll obey if you say so,
Monseigneur.

Why Monseigneur?
He is not the priest?

No, it's Monseigneur
the bishop. Here.

Thank you, Mrs. Magloire.

Can I offer you a glass
of wine, Sergeant?

I would hate to refuse,
Monseigneur.

Mrs. Magloire,
show them the way.

- Follow me, sirs.
- I will be right there.

Thank you.

Wait!

You forget
your candlesticks again.

Come on, take them.

Jean Valjean, my brother, I don't
believe in the power of money.

But this could help you
to become another man.

You don't belong to the bad
anymore, but to the good.

It is your soul I am buying.

Jean Valjean left town
as if he were running away.

He walked straight ahead all day

and then he collapsed,
exhausted, on a log.

He was feeling some kind of rage
because he didn't understand

the generosity of this man
he had stolen from.

So this was the truth.

During twenty years
at the penal colony,

they had taught him
a different one.

- What do you want?
- I don't want anything.

- Then why are you here?
- I was passing by.

So pass.

It's beautiful.

- My coin, sir!
- Go away.

- Give me my coin back!
- Go away.

- Give it back to me!
- Go away, I say!

Eh, listen!

Stop!

Thief. He was a thief.

He understood that he would pay
for the silver coin his whole life.

Complaint of Pierre Burloz
called Petit Pierre.

Armed robbery.

Dangerous recidivist.

Didn't have his passport
stamped any more.

Wanted.

A few years later,

the little town of Montreuil
sur Mer in northern France

rose unexpectedly.

A humble craftsman of
mysterious origin, Mr. Madeleine,

was applying a new craft process
to the manufacture of jewelry.

Soon, he bought the most
beautiful house in the region

and transformed it into a hospital,

while he came to live humbly
on the other side of the square.

After your hospital, it was
a pharmacy free of charge.

Then, an old people's home.

A school for boys.
Another for girls.

At last,
a help fund for the workers,

which demonstrates
your endless generosity

and your relentless commitment
to the public welfare.

Your industriousness has brought
prosperity to the entire region.

Your big heart is chasing misery,
ignorance, and illness.

For these services,

despite your dislike of honors,

in the name of His Majesty,

I appoint you
mayor of Montreuil sur Mer.

He had become Mr. Mayor.

People said of him,

this is a rich man who
doesn't look pretentious,

and this is a lucky man
who doesn't look happy.

When a little chimney sweep
was coming into town,

he asked to take him in
and gave him some money.

Word circulated,
and many more came.

But one day, another visitor
came to Montreuil.

All right. Thank you.

Mr. Mayor.

Mr. Mayor, I wanted to introduce
myself as soon as I arrived.

I am the new Police Inspector.

I was waiting for you.

You will be the head of the City Police
under my supervision.

- I will be proud of it.
- What is your name?

Inspector Javert.

Javert.

Yes. Javert.

Here is my nomination.

Thank you.
What is your service record?

I joined the police 10 years ago.

I did three years in Montauban,
four in Moulin, four in Béthune.

I am hoping to be appointed
in Paris after my stay here.

I hope it for you. In the meantime,
I hope we will get along.

I got the best training.

My father was the head locksmith
of the penal colony of Toulon.

I spent my youth
among the worst rabble.

We had the indomitable,
the headstrong.

Mr. Mayor can't imagine.

- I imagine.
- No, you had to be there.

First of all, do you know
the rabble, Mr. Javert?

It is simple.

First, there are honest people,
established people,

then the ones who have no work,
no family, no home.

The first group makes up society
and respects the law.

The others respect nothing
and attack everything.

My duty is to defend the former
against the latter.

- It is not difficult.
- Not so easy.

Mr. Mayor, there was an accident.

Old Fauchelevent
just fell under his car.

Oh, my God,
I don't want to see this!

We have to go look for Mr. Mayor!

Good morning, Mr. Mayor.

We'll have to wait
15 minutes for a hoist!

Go look for a beam
to use as leverage.

I will never be able to.

- You are going to hurt yourself.
- Take this.

Wait, you guys-

That's it, he is lifting it!

Come on, put the lever there.

Quickly, guys-

- Be careful.
- He is in a bad way.

It's nothing, buddy,
you'll get out of it.

It's nothing.

- It's great, Mr. Mayor.
- God bless you.

I have known only one man
capable of doing what you did.

He was a convict at
the penal colony of Toulon.

His name was Jean Valjean.

So now
you know a second one.

Like in all the little towns,

there was in Montreuil sur Mer
a class of young men

who were nibbling on their private
income, being deeply bored

while they thought
they were having fun.

They had contempt for women,
were drinking, yawning,

smelled like tobacco,
were playing pool,

were not working,
didn't have any use at all.

They spent most
of their time at the café,

summers... and winters.

- Spade.
- The doormat girl is ready to work.

She is probably
freezing her butt off.

- I bet you Louis is going.
- Goodbye!

- You've lost, buddy.
- Ah, the bitch. Stupid girl.

- Wait, it's going to cost her!
- Good luck!

Are you coming, darling?

Don't pretend to be shy.

Hey, we'll have a good laugh.

Bastard!
Don't touch me, brute!

Bastard! Swine!

Let me go, let me go!

It's the Magistrate's Court.

Here, sign.

You don't know to do it?
All right.

You're good for six months.
Take her away.

Six months in jail!
It's impossible!

I have my little girl's
boarding to pay!

My little Cosette,
what will happen to her?

They will throw her outside
in the winter's cold!

There is nothing
I can do about it.

If I do this work,
it is not by vice, I swear!

I swear, I had no more money!
I sold everything...

I have a little girl in the countryside!

She is sick!
I need some money.

Every whore says the same thing.

- Alas, it is almost always true.
- Mr. Mayor...

Ah, it's you, Mr. Mayor?

You came to see your work.

What I have become
is because of you.

Well, are you happy?
lam going to jail!

I was earning a living in your factory
and you threw me out

because I had a little girl
without being married.

What did she do to you,
my little Cosette?

She is not allowed to laugh
and eat like the other children?

I was not aware of all this.
Why didn't you come to see me'?

Oh, it's so easy, what with
the foremen who bar the way.

A boss? What's the use?

I don't know you, and you neither.
All men are pigs!

I have sold all my things,
my furniture.

I have sold my hair!
I have sold my teeth!

And you know what they told me?

Well, sell the rest!

Well, look at her,
look at the whore!

Look at your work!

Bastard!

Give this woman
back her freedom.

Come now, Mr. Mayor,
this woman has insulted you,

and a moment ago
she insulted a bourgeois.

Regarding the bourgeois,
I investigated.

He was wrong, and a good
policeman should arrest him.

I am sorry to contradict Mr. Mayor,
but this girl committed an offense

on the public road.
It's in the police report.

I do my duty, and I am keeping
the Fantine woman.

She'll be punished as required
by the law. It's not as bad as that.

She won't go to the penal colony.

She won't go to the penal colony
and she won't go to jail.

This concerns the City Police.

I am your boss,
and I ask you to release her.

- I refuse.
- I am asking you to obey.

Get out.

Thank you sir, am I free to go?
Oh, forgive me.

It is me who ask you to forgive me.

Unfortunately, I don't always know
what's going on in my town.

One thinks he is acting for the best
and there are still injustices,

but you could have come to see me.

You know I am a man to whom
you can explain everything.

- So, you have a little girl?
- Yes.

My little Cosette.

We'll take care of her both of us,
you'll see. You'll be happy.

I don't think so.

I wish I had known.
I wish I had known.

I left Pan's five years ago.

I couldn't stay there no more.
You can probably guess why.

But I was filled with hope,
the weather was so beautiful.

I wanted to go back home.

- Sir! Sir!
- Whoa!

- Can you take us for a little bit?
- Yes, of course.

Come up.

You're going far?

- To Montreuil sur Mer.
- To Montreuil sur Mer?

Where is that place'?

- In the North.
- You're nowhere close to it.

- You're going to tire your legs.
- I'll find a way.

I'll bring you to the entrance
of Montfermeil.

You'll surely find someone else.

So, you're going
to see your daddy?