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Only their daughter, Eponine, seemed to be interested in him.

Here you are, finally. It took you a long time.

Next time you'll hire me a hackney-coach.

How she speaks to her dad, this one!

My legs are killing me.

I went up and down the floors, and everywhere it smelled like cooking.

Everywhere the same answer: we have our poor.

Here. 20 sous. That's all I got.

And he wanted to caress my hands.

To caress your hands, 20 sous? The world has fallen real low.

I'll read you something that may be bring us more.

Listen.

"Mrs. Comtesse de Montvernet, 9 Rue Cassette."

Cassette. It means big bucks.

What a load of lies.

"I am an unfortunate mother of six children.

The last one is only three months old.

Abandoned by my husband, ill,

in bed in the worst misery.

I send you my oldest daughter,

hoping you'll have a good heart,

with my deepest respect.

Signed: Femme Balisar."

They wouldn't have any heart.

I hope to get at least three francs out of it.

Here Gavroche, take this. You'll say your sisters are sick.

- No. - That's how you speak to your dad'?

In the days of the Emperor, they would have straightened you out.

You would be in the army, and they would teach you life.

I said no. I am fed up with begging everywhere.

If you wanted, you could work.

I am not a man who does just any kind of work.

- I used to be in the military. - Well, military salute, then.

Beat it or I'll knock you out!

There is someone next door, a student.

A student!

He should go to work.

Good morning, Mr. Marius.

Good morning.

As many students, Marius was coming to work in the Luxembourg.

He noticed the young girls looking at him.

It used to make him at once shy and furious.

He thought they were looking at him for his old clothes,

and that they laughed about it.

But they were looking at him for his charm,

and dreamt about him.

One day...

on the next bench...

One day, the eyes of a young girl

have the power of creating in a soul

this dark flower filled with perfume and poison

that one calls love.

He was missing a button and his shoes were dirty.

He didn't dare follow her.

The man and the young girl lived in a remote house in the Rue Plumet,

where they were known as Mr. Fauchelevent and his daughter.

And often, they saw him gardening.

From a fellow student, richer than he,

Marius borrowed a frock some gloves, and a hat.

And she was wearing a new dress.

She is looking at me.

If I dared, I would get up and walk in front of her.

She is looking at me, too.

I would like to be handsome, to wear the war cross, to be on a horse.

I am ridiculous.

That young man looks very knowledgeable.

- This young man? - Yes.

Cosette.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Mr. Fauchelevent took a different path,

but Marius followed them

So, Fauchelevent came alone.

The next day, the bench remained empty.

And the next day.

And the following days.

And all the other benches where he had seen her sitting.

Not far from him, another man seemed to be also looking for someone.

It was Javert, looking for Jean Valjean.

The weeks passed, and Marius didn't again see this young gin',

whose name was still unknown to him.

But facing him were coming events

that were going to shatter his life

and inflame the heart of Paris

Down with Louis-Philippe! Down with Louis-Philippe!

Wait a little bit!

Oh, my God, the Reds!

We'll go to all the schools!

END OF THE FIRST PERIOD

SECOND PERIOD

The 1830s Revolution didn't bring forth the Republic

but Louis Philippe instead, and France was restless.

Citizens, General Lamarque is ill.

They say he's going to die.

He was the last defender of our liberties at the Assembly.

If we lose him, we must fear the worst.

Everything will reverse back to before '89.

Marius had made friends among the Latin Quarter's generous youth

Thus, he started spending time with revolutionary groups.

The Friends of the ABC met in the back room of the Café Musain,

on the Place Saint-Michel.

Gentlemen, here's your new friend.

Their leader was named Enjolras.

We're glad to have you among us.

You've come a long way to get here, I think.

Bahorel.

Sir.

Joly.

You know General Lamarque is very ill.

If he dies, the Republicans will stir and so will the Bonapartists.

The rabble will try to take advantage to plunder and kill.

Anywhere there is lead in Paris, roofs, monuments, gutters,

that lead is being torn down to be made into bullets.

That's right.

Keep an eye on it and put a stop to it when the time comes.

Each one of you will be assigned to a local police station.

Here are the files on the suspects.

Javert, you'll be at the Val-de-Gréce station.

Some students there belong to the Friends of the ABC;

some rabble-rousers I'd like to see behind bars.

The Claquesous Gang. I know them.

Take care of them.

In the hovel where he lived,

Marius dreamt less of the Republic than of that young woman

met in the Luxembourg and whose name he didn't know.

Come on in.

Hello, Mr. Marius. Don't you recognize me'?

We know each other, though.

We meet everyday in the stairwell and in the hallway.

You don't notice me.

I'm your neighbors' daughter-- the Jondrettes.

The room next door. You must hear us, though.

A mirror!

Look at me. No wonder you don't notice me.

May I?

What can I do for you?

I was bringing a letter.

- A letter? - Yes, from my father.

No need to read it.

He says the same thing to everyone; he's asking for money.

It's all a joke.

But we did used to have an inn in the countryside.

Then, bankruptcy. Now, we eat when we have time.

May I?

It's good.

It's hard, it breaks your teeth.

We're used to it.

We can't complain, though; last winter, we slept under bridges.

We huddled together so we wouldn't freeze.

My sister was crying.

Sometimes, I felt like drowning myself.

When I looked at the water, I thought it was too cold for that.

I, too, had some rough times.

I write copies at night.

I unloaded bags in the Halle&

You?

You have nice hands, though. They're white.

You're quite handsome, Mr. Marius.

You're not any richer than us to live in such a hovel.

But destitution is what we're fighting against.

To each according to his needs.

We would like bread and work for everyone.

You know that General Lamarque is dying?

- Who is he? - Our last defender.

- Then we are doomed? - No, since we're here.

We're preparing the revolution. The Republic.

My father always tells us about the Emperor.

That's all he talks about. That's not going to feed us.

I still have this. I already had lunch.

Louis the Eighteenth!

Long live the King!

A few days later,

the young woman, hungry, walked by a bakery

and succumbed to temptation.

Thief! Stop her! Thief!

- What is it? - Thief! Stop her!

- Stop her! - She stole a loaf of bread!

- What's going on? - A girl stole a loaf of bread.

I'll take you to the police. Go get a police officer.

No need to get a police officer.

- Will you pay for the bread? - Of course.

It's all well and good, but she's still a thief.

She didn't rob the whole bakery. A loaf won't bankrupt it.

Come on.

Here.

At this price, I'll sell you bread every day.

Here.

It's good. Meanwhile, the others go hungry.

I knew you would be thinking about them.

Let's bring them a nice meal, if you'd like. With two bottles of wine.

My father is taking care of it.

Miss? They just brought in the new dress.

Do you want it?

No!

Take it. It'd make me happy.

We're about the same size.

Usually, rich people aren't like that.

They give you old things and make speeches,

and put their hands on you.

They give you crumbs, like a dog. I'd like to bite them.

But you... you're different.

Shall we go?

I gave her my dress.

You did good.

See? There are worse things than heartache.

I brought a rich man! With his daughter.

They saved me from prison. They gave me a dress!

They're bringing food! We took a hackney coach!

I think I had too much to drink.

A rich man?

- You, go to bed. - Why?

You're ill. Lie down.

- You, break a pane. - A pane?

- Break a pane! - What for?

To look pitiful.

- Don't play tricks on them! - Shut up!

So, are you breaking this pane?

- I'm bleeding! - That's nothing!

Illness, cold, blood--perfect.

Careful. Who did you tell him I was?

- My father. - What name?

- I didn't give a name. - Well...

I am... Honoré Fabantou, actor.

Go meet them!

Are you done?

This is our home.

Come on in, young lady.

Come on in, dear sir.

My daughter told me what you did for her.

The wretched kid, who stole a loaf of bread while her mother is ill!

I raised her like an artist. And she's talented, sir.

Don't worry, once you're gone, She shall pay for it.

Let me get this for you, young lady.

Bring a chair. Not this one.

Bordeaux wine? It's baby Jesus in silk drawers.

Take this.

Sit down, Miss. Excuse the chair, we're very poor.

You must be blessed with such a fine young lady.

I, too, am bringing mine up religiously, to be honest and kind.

They better believe in God or I'll smack them.

You don't want to sit down?

No, thank you. We won't stay long.

Don't leave so soon. I should have welcomed you better,

but my poor wife is ill.

She's ill.

Look at that man. Do you recognize him?

Why? What's wrong?

Look at him. And whimper, for God's sake!

Shortness of breath. Comes from her age.

And my other daughter is injured.

It's broken. She's shy.

She had an accident while working at the factory.

Her arm was almost torn off.

- My God! - Don't listen to him!

The pane is broken.

The fire is out. What misery!

You don't work?

I'm an artist, sir. I can't just do anything.

I enjoyed some success.

Yes, I know you well.

I can't go near a theater dressed like this.

And I owe four quarters to my landlord.

He gave me until tomorrow.

If I don't pay, he'll throw us out on the street,

with my sick wife and my child with her wound.

You won't end up on the street.

I don't have the money on me; I'll take my daughter home and return.

I'll be back around eight. Come on.

Thank you.

So, I'll be here at eight o'clock.

Thank you, my benefactor! Thank you, Miss.

See you later, dear sir, and thank you again.

You are like Providence. You are God.

Will we go see him when he plays somewhere?

You won't have the opportunity to see him again, my child.

19 Rue Plumet.

Follow that coach!

It's 40 sous an hour.

- I will pay on returning. - Payment in advance.

It's beautiful! Will you let me borrow it?

It won't fit you, you're too skinny.

Don't touch it with your filthy hands!

Father, she won't let me borrow it.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow, you'll have a satin dress and silk boots.

- What? - You're crazy.

You didn't recognize him?

Poor old woman, she's blind.

Who is it?

All I can say is he must be richer than the Finance Minister.

Too much money for one man.

We'll tell Claquesous, he'll warn the Gang.

Don't do that. It's not your style.

Don't worry, this man doesn't like the police.

You get it?

Eponine!

Where did she go?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking at myself.

You don't notice anything?

No.

What's wrong?

- Are you sad? - Yes.

- Is the General dead? - No.

You're not ill, are you?

You were kind to me the other day.

Now it's my turn. Can I help you?

I'd like to.

- Listen... - Yes, talk to me.

The gentleman and his daughter who came by your house...

You saw her. You like her. You find her beautiful.

Beautiful...

Do you know where she lives?

No.

- But you can find her. - I don't think so.

Here! To your health, Mother!

Here you are. Where were you? I needed you.

Tonight, we'll go visit your gentleman and his daughter.

Where do they live?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

I met them in the street.

- And your dress? - She had just bought it.

- And where's all this coming from? - They bought it for you.

Go back to the store and ask, they must know him there!

- No. - What?

I don't want you to hurt these people.

Is that how you talk to your father?

Don't touch me or I'll scream!

Don't count on me to help you with your nasty tricks!

Your plan is ruined.

I won't let that pest ruin my plans.

Leave! You're always underfoot, not working, not talking!

- Where do you expect me to go? - Out! Come back tomorrow.

Tonight, I want to be free. Go!

It's been several years, but I recognized him at once.

That scoundrel hasn't changed much.

Some people never age, I don't know how they manage it.

He didn't recognize me because of my beard.

And you know what?

The beautiful young lady he calls his daughter...

- No! - Yes, it is she!

- That one? - That one!

Dressed like a princess

when my daughters don't have a gown to wear!

I'd like to jump on her stomach with wooden shoes!

Don't worry. Tomorrow your girls will look like princesses

and you'll wear a fancy dress that will turn young men's heads.

And we'll eat chicken! But not charity chicken.

I'm tired of misery.

I want to have my turn now, before I rot!

I, too, want to be a bit of a millionaire.

Not so loud. The neighbor...

That long-legged ass?

Listen, we'll tell Claquesous. He'll warn the Gang.

The other one comes at 8, the house will be empty.

The student will be out for his politics.

The hunters will be alone with the pigeon!

He'll have to make a sacrifice!

Come in.

Inspector, a man is bringing us an interesting case.

- Political? - No...

but it could help us catch the Claquesous Gang.

- Mr. Marius Pontmercy? - Yes.

Thanks for warning us. We've been after these villains for a while.

You promise to catch them in the act, but they're dangerous.

- Are you afraid'? - Not more than you.

I suppose that you're armed?

No, why?

In that case, take this pistol.

Conceal yourself in your room, Let them think you're out.

Observe. We'll be posted around the house.

We'll let the men go by.

Let them do their thing, but not too much.

Enough so that we can catch them in the act.

When you think it's time, fire one shot in the air.

- I'll take care of the rest. - Understood.

One word of advice, Mr. Pontmercy.

In the next few days, avoid your young friends

who want to change the world in the back room of Café Musain.

My ideas concern no one but me.

Give me back the pistol later.

I hope they're on time.

- There's no one next door? - He's out.

With his politics, he's never back before midnight.

Let's make sure of it. Go check.

No one's here!

A hackney coach!

Hurry up!

Block the door if need be.

Yes?

Come in, my benefactor.

It's so good of you to have come one more time.

I told you I'd be back around 8.

It must be 8, then. We don't know; I don't have a watch anymore.

How is your wife?

She's dying. But she's so brave.

She's not a woman, she's an ox.

Your daughters aren't here?

No, the wounded one had to go to the hospital to be bandaged up;

her older sister went with her.

Did my benefactor bring the rent money?

- Yes. - Thank you.

- Here. - Thank you.

Sit down, dear sir.

Sit down with me; I have a proposition for you.

Here. Paris is no good for you.

You'll never lead the honest life you deserve here.

Too many actors like you and not enough tickets sold.

- That's true. - Isn't it?

I thought you'd need a new country.

I'll buy you and your family a trip to the Americas.

I'll set you up with some money so that you can wait for...

the acting parts that'll suit you.

Some money? How much?

A thousand Louis.

A thousand Louis?! Sweet Jesus.

Shut up!

Excuse me, sir, but women only think about money.

For us men, the heart talks.

I love Paris. I can't live away from Paris.

I can't breathe.

Two leagues away from the Seine and I'm breathless.

It'd take a lot to forget Paris.

I said, a lot.

You're making a mistake.

You should leave rapidly with what I offer you.

Your future would be brighter.

My future or yours?

I'd like to show you something that explains why I love France.

It's a picture, but a masterpiece.

I'm attached to it.

But if you're interested, I'll be willing to part with it.

We're in such poverty...

Take no heed.

It's just a neighbor.

His face is black because he's a coal worker.

People come and go here; It is God's house.

It's a very valuable picture. David painted it.

He got his inspiration from my own stow.

"To the Sergeant of Waterloo." I'm the Sergeant.

I'm saving a Colonel, pulling him from under corpses.

That's the moment when I'm saving his life.

The picture doesn't ring a bell? You haven't seen it anywhere?

No.

If I could sell it for enough money, I might leave France.

What value do you set upon it?

Three francs.

We're all here, we can start now.

First, look at me. Don't you recognize me'?

Like this, without the beard.

The inn at Montfermeil, with the sign of the Sergeant of Waterloo.

Don't you remember?

Thénardier.

I am Thénardier.

What do you mean? I don't know you.

You don't remember? You don't know who I am?

I do. You're a bandit.

That's how rich people call us!

We're hungry, so we're bandits.

You eat truffles, asparagus and green peas in January.

When you want to know if it's cold, you look at the thermometer.

But for us bandits, our skin is our thermometer!

Step aside.

Let us work a little.

Don't let him escape!

Don't hurt him. Sit him down.

Pick up the table, it'll be more proper.

Pick up the table.

There.

What is he waiting for? Let's go see.

No papers, no money. You think you're so smart?

But you'll give us your address, dear sir.

You don't know it? I'll tell you.

See how nice he is. Where do you live?

On the Vendéme Column.

Bastard! Wait, I'll make you talk.

Bring me the brazier!

Good, good.

You'll be good and give us the address.

Then we'll go get your beautiful little lady.

When she's here, you'll be happy to give us all the money we want

so that we don't hurt your little treasure.

Go ahead and shrug. You don't want to talk?

Wait, he's gonna yell.

No, the gentleman won't yell.

He doesn't want the cops to show up.

When he came to get the girl in Montfermeil,

the cops were already chasing him.

So, are you gonna give us the address?

No.

Do you remember knocking me out in my attic?

You think you can make me say what I don't want to say'?

Here, look.

You're not men enough.

The old man is too tough for you.

If one of you doesn't mind the heat, let him come closer.

So? You, the brave Sergeant. And you, the Terror.

You might be vicious, but you're weak!

Let me take care of him!

- Having fun, my friends? - Javert!

Don't worry, I'm not alone.

You're 6, we're 15. Let's not fight.

Hi, Montparnasse. Hi, Gueulemer.

The whole Claquesous Gang.

Right, kill me. My men will get you and in three months...

I surrender.

That's good.

All I'm asking is that I get tobacco in solitary confinement.

Granted.

Take them all away!

Let's go! Don't forget the Missus.

Bitch! She pinched me.

Cowards! You're no men.

You claim to be free and you get caught like chicks!

Watch these two!

Jean Valjean! Stop him!

General Lamarque is dead. Read all the details.

Read The Constitutional; General Lamarque is dead.

Read General Lamarque's last words before his death.

Thank you.

My friends...

may his death be the opportunity for the Republic to be reborn.

His last word was... "Motherland."

His motherland...

our motherland...

is the Republic.

France and freedom are but one.

General Lamarque's funeral will take place in 3 days.

All the citizens of Paris will go with him for his last trip.

Gentlemen...

that day, we'll show if we're ready to lead a free life...

Or die.

Mr. Marius, there's someone for you next door.

- Me? - Yes.

One breaded chop!

Are you asking for me?

You don't recognize me? Eponine.

I'm in disguise because the cops are after me.

Don't count on me to help you.

You don't think I was in on it, do you?

I saw you bring them to your father. You're a well-organized family.

You have no right to say that!

If I had wanted to, the young lady, right now, would be...

But I didn't want to reveal the address.

My father was furious.

I was itching to, but I didn't give it.

- Are you telling the truth? - Yes.

- You know the address? - Yes.

Why didn't you give it to me?

- Because. - Because why?

If you can't guess, I have nothing to say.

I have better things to do than play charades.

If I give it to you, will you believe me'?

If I give you the address right now, will you believe me?

What will you give me for it?

A kiss for New Year's Day?

Rue de Plumet, number 19. The gated house.

With a garden.

Are you happy?

Rue Plumet. Jean Valjean was abruptly leaving the house

for an overnight trip

He had made a grave decision.

He knew that this retreat was no longer safe.

That sooner or later, the ghosts of his past would come through the gate,

along with that young swain Cosette dreamt about.

O Spring, you're a letter I write her.

Tell her I sigh and yearn, away from her.

And I wanted to die because I had lost her.

O, may the garden, the house, the limb, the leaf,

may everything become a soul and tell you about me.

You hold my hand when I walk in the shade

And the rays of light come from your eyes.

If I were King, I'll give my kingdom, my scepter

And my people on their knees For a kiss from you

That I will take tonight."

Tonight...

That night, in the woods of Montfermeil,

a peasant woman thought she saw the Devil unearth his treasure.

Meanwhile, Rue Plumet...

The next day, Paris was burying General Lamarque.

Are you coming with us, Mr. Maboeuf?

We're going to topple the government!

- I'm in! - It will get rowdy.

- That's good! - Sabers and gunshots, Mr. Maboeuf!

- That's good! - Even cannons fired!

That's good!

Get in the procession.

All right, Chief.

Present arms!

Stop!

Let us through!

Let us through!

The Army with us!

Let's honor General Lamarque!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon! Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Unharness the horses!

Lamarque at the Pantheon! Lamarque at the Pantheon!

At the Pantheon!

At the Pantheon!

Let's not fight on open ground. Let's go to the center of Paris.

- We have to get weapons! - Let's go!

I have a rifle and bullets!

- Let's go! - I'm in!

They fired on the people! We're powerless here!

We need guns!

- You'll ruin me! - The Revolution will pay you back!

- Now, to the barricades! - To the barricades!

- Hey, friends! - Over here, guys!

- We're coming, guys! - We're hiring for the Republic!

Come on, students!

We'll control Rue St Denis with our weapons.

They won't dare come close.

Tomorrow, we'll be the assailants. Let's go, friends!

Let's go!

"Au raisin de Corinte?" No "H"?

A wine shop; I like it. Enjolras is the king of strategists!

Hi.

Good! Put this over there.

We'll put the injured here.

Upstairs will be our citadel.

The floor is very sturdy, the bullets will hit it like a hammer.

- I have an idea, sir. - What is it?

Let's have a glass or two to the Republic's health.

You're dead-drunk.

Go away, you're a disgrace.

I didn't drink it all, there's still some left.

Take these bottles upstairs, we can use them as projectiles.

Give me that.

I don't mind dying for the Republic,

but I don't want to die of thirst.

Your idea, then'?

Over there, working.

See the bald man over there? He's a spy.

Are you sure?

Just last week, he almost ripped my ear off

for taking lead to make bullets.

I know him as well; I dealt with him not long ago.

Wait.

- Who are you? - I see what this is.

- A spy? - Inspector Javert.

Let's take him in the wine shop. If things go wrong, we'll shoot him.

Right now, let's not waste bullets. Go.

You again. You still haven't returned my pistol.

Meanwhile, Jean Valjean, having packed all his belongings,

was preparing to leave France.

While waiting for his passports,

he was going to a secluded apartment he had rented in Pan's.

Are you coming?

We should be in London in 8 days, after we get our passports.

7 Rue de l'Homme Armé.

"My Beloved...

We are leaving for England and I'll die if I lose you.

Rue de l'Homme Armé, number 7. "

Eponine knew that whatever events were unfolding in Pan's,

the night would bring her Marius

Cosette?

Cosette?

No, not Cosette.

You?

- Are you disappointed? - What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.

She's gone.

I saw them lock the house. They won't be back.

Gone? Do you know where they went?

I heard the man tell the young lady they'd be in London soon.

London?

It's far away, isn't it?

She didn't leave anything for me? A note, a message?

No.

Where are you going?

We're fighting in Paris. Remember what I told you.

The great upheaval has begun!

I used to be afraid of dying. Now, it doesn't matter to me.

I almost wish for it.

Let me come with you. We'll have a laugh.

Watch out.

Let's go around, there's a passageway.

Listen.

It's the bell of Saint-Merri.

Mr. Enjolras!

The soldiers are approaching!

Disperse! Otherwise, we'll charge!

Wait!

Soldiers, listen to me!

The night hides you, but I know your faces.

You could be my sons!

In '89, I too was 20 years old.

But I was fighting against the Bastille, for the Republic!

Join us!

Let each of us defend this dead old man

as he would defend his living father.

His garment will be our flag.

Watch out! Line up!

Aim properly. Don't waste your bullets.

Forward! Get rid of this rabble! Fire!

Fire!

Give me your weapons!

Forward! Show no mercy!

Stay calm!

Get rid of this rabble!

Take this away!

Here, Marius!

Stand firm!

Surrender!

Show no mercy!

- Surrender! - No mercy!

Watch for the Powder keg!

Run away or you'll blow up!

- Victory! - Long live the Republic!

They ran away like rabbits!

Reload your weapons!

Tend to the wounded!

Without you, I'd be dead.

Bravo, Mr. Marius!

Mr. Marius...

Mr. Marius...

I'll take you. We'll fix you up.

I'm in too much pain. Leave me here.

It's no use.

Stay with me.

I saw you throw yourself in front of the musket.

Why did you do that?

Why?

I saw they were aiming at you, I couldn't...

We will meet again.

Is it true? Will we meet again?

Yes.

But if everyone meets again up there,

it must be the same drama as down here.

True.

I have a letter for you in my blouse.

I found it on the bench. I didn't want to give it to you.

But that's funny, I can't see you unhappy.

Do you remember when I gave you the address?

I asked you what you'd give me.

A kiss on New Year's Day.

But it's only June.

- Promise me... - What?

- Promise? - I promise.

When I'm dead, you'll kiss me for real.

Yes.

I think I was a little bit in love with you.

Eponine was laid to rest next to Father Maboeuf,

and Gavroche understood what family could be.

Immobile, Javert was waiting for his fate to be sealed.

The dead were lined up in the street.

There they were, next to each other, made to get along,

but society had turned them against one another.

Grantaire had managed to find something to drink.

Gavroche was playing.

Marius was finishing a letter.

Will you do something for me?

Something? Anything!

I'd like you to deliver this letter.

It's too early for the post office.

Exactly. Miss Fauchelevent, Rue de l'Homme Armé, number 7.

Right away.

"L'Homme Armé"? I like it. The name fits.

Better leave my belt, it doesn't look like a mailman's bag.

Rue de l'Homme Armé, Jean Valjean wasn't sleeping

He knew there was fighting in Pan's,

but that's not what was keeping him awake.

He had fled the police, but he sensed another danger

against which he felt powerless.

As soon as they arrived, Cosette had retired to her bedroom.

She refused to have dinner.

"Beloved. . . To England. . . Will die if I lose you."

Finally!

Does Miss Fauchelevent live here?

What do you want from her?

None of your business. I need to see her.

You're bringing her a letter?

Can't you tell?

From the student?

You know Mr. Marius?

Yes, he's a friend.

I have to give it to her.

She's asleep now.

Give it to me, I'll give it to her tomorrow.

Tomorrow's today. There might be a reply.

Give it to me, I'll wake her up.

Hurry up, I have to go back to the barricade.

Barricade?

What do you think we do while you're all sleeping?

I'm waiting.

"My Beloved, farewell. I'm going to die with my friends.

When the sun rises, my soul will be near you.”

Marius.

What if he kept the letter?

The man would die and she would never know. Ever.

He only had to let it be.

"You 'II forget him and I'll keep you."

I think I fell asleep. ls the young woman awake'?

There's a reply, but I'll take it myself. Lead me there.

It could be our last morning, Enjolras.

- Any regrets? - No.

Not of dying, but of killing.

Leave the officer for me.

What a shame to kill this young man. He could be your brother.

He is.

Aim... Fire!

Soldiers, let's take this out. Forward! To your bayonets!

Let's go, firemen!

- To your bayonets! - Aim!

Fire!

- Don't step back! - Hurry, it's started, over there.

Fire!

Cease-fire!

- Victory! - Long live the Republic!

Another one of these victories and we'll run out of bullets!

It is said that Gavroche heard that sentence.

I was born in Nanterre, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire;

And not in Palaiseau 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.

Gavroche!

We have to change the Ministry, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire;

The cops and the dogs 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.

Come back!

Soldiers exaggerate, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire;

The sparrows are to blame, 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.

I'm not an owner, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire;

I'm a little bird, 'Tis the fault of Rousseau.

I have fallen to the earth, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire;

With my nose in the gutter 'Tis the fault of...

I got hit! Take the bullets.

Let's go!

- He's dead. - Give him to me.

- Let's put him near the others. - Where?

This way.

- What about Prouvaire? - Taken prisoner.

Aim...

To France! To the future!

It's Prouvaire.

Your friends have just been shot.

The last one alive will break your head.

- You want me to do it? - You?

Yes.

- Do you know him? - Yes.

If you don't mind, I'll take him outside.

Do as you will.

Your situation is no better than mine.

You, here. It figures.

Get up.

Take your revenge.

You go first.

Attention!

At the ready!

A clasp-knife. You're right, that suits you better.

There, you're free.

There's a palisade at the end of the street. Go that way.

And if I come out alive, you'll find me 7, Rue de l'Homme Armé.

I don't understand.

You never understood anything.

So...

Aim!

Fire!

Reload!

Let's go, firemen!

To the bayonets!

Let's go! Forward!

- Fire! - Bayonets!

Don't back down!

Don't back down!

No mercy!

Inside the wine shop!

Let's go inside the wine shop! Go, go!

Axes! Bring axes! Tear down the door!

- No more bullets. What do we do? - Quick, the bottles!

Line up!

Wait!

I'm one of them.

You can't leave without me.

- Who are you? - No one.

Aim...

Fire!

Stand down.

JEWELRY

During the first riots,

the generous citizens had opened the prison doors.

Along with the innocents, the worst bandits came out.

Well, there!

This is my home. I've been robbed.

Take him to the barracks!

I'm not a revolutionary. I'm an honest man.

My hands are clean. They don't smell like gunpowder.

- We'll see. - Watch out, shots fired!

Well, this is bad.

A riot strengthens the government it doesn't topple.

It tests the Army, concentrates the bourgeoisie,

stretches the muscles of the police.

We only have to track the survivors.

Some might have fled through the sewers.

But where will they go?

In 15 minutes, all the exits will be covered.

The Army has patrols at each collection point.

If fugitives go up the sewer lines, they'll end up in the Catacombs.

No one ever came out of there.

If they go down, they'll end up at the Seine.

Good.

Congratulations to our friend Javert for escaping the insurrection.

But take care of closing the gates yourself...

...and have them under surveillance.

Yes, sir, don't worry. We'll catch them or they'll die like rats.

At the center of the city, Jean Valjean had escaped the city.

He went from daylight to darkness,

from uproar to silence.

From thunderous explosions to stagnant tomb.

The labyrinth had a thread: its slope.

Following the slope would lead to the river, to salvation.

Did you hear that? Something's moving over there.

Hey, over there! We're the 6th line.

Sergeant Lachenal, 24th patrol.

You should be more careful.

You almost fired at us.

- We saw something. - A rat?

You had too much to drink, right?

Chief...

Good golly!

I know now why the cops are after you.

That's great work. And you called me a bandit!

Nasty word.

So, good deal?

Don't touch. Don't touch!

You're too strong. You're hurting me.

You're looking for the exit? I have a master key.

- How? - Look, the key to freedom.

But you have to share.

All right. But you can't leave your big shot here.

Throw him in the Seine.

- I'll do it. - You need help?

- No. - Selfish man.

I already told you I was your prisoner,

but first let me take him to his house.

Marius Pontmercy is one of their leaders.

He belongs to the military justice.

- He already paid for it. - But he's not dead.

Here. He had this on his person.

"Please carry my body to my grandfather's, Mr. Gillenormand,

Rue des Filles du Calvaire, number 25."

Summon a hackney coach!

What is it? What is it?!

- Mr. Gillenormand? - Yes.

We're bringing him his grandson.

Mr. Marius!

Lay him there.

Dear God! What happened to him?

He went to the barricade. We're bringing him back.

Marius! My son!

He let himself be killed at the barricade through hatred of me.

Go fetch the doctor, you idiot! He did it against me.

That's the way in which he returns to me.

Woe of my life! He's dead!

No, he's not dead.

After you.

Marius, Marius! Son, you're alive!

He's alive.

Grant me one thing more.

Let me go home for a moment. Then do with me what you please.

7 Rue de l'Homme Armé.

Wait for me, it won't take long.

One moment.

Why did you save my life this morning?

You don't know why?

No.

I pity you.

Jean Valjean wanted to tell Cosette

that nothing could prevent her happiness

if the man she loved recovered from his injuries.

The street was empty. Javert was gone.

Life had regained its course.

Hope and love were regaining their place.

At Mr. Gillenormand, grandfather and grandson had made peace,

and every afternoon, they received the same visitors.

Aren't they adorable, the both of them?

Everything would be so much better if I could know.

Know what?

My memory is fuzzy.

Someone was carrying me. We were in the dark.

Who is this man who saved me and wants to remain anonymous?

The wedding was the following day.

What happened? Are you hurt?

I cut myself while chopping wood. You know how clumsy I am.

Clumsy? You? Let me see.

It's nothing. I'll tend to it myself.

I...

Sick and feverish after his injury,

Jean Valjean was unable to be present for the ceremony.

I'm late.

You'll be all alone.

Are you sad?

We'll come see you tomorrow.

Am I beautiful?

Very beautiful.

- Are you happy? - Very happy.

Well, then, laugh!

"You hold my hand when I walk in the shade

And the rays of light come from your eyes."

If I were King, I'll give my kingdom, my scepter and my people

On their knees to feel your eyes on me, Cosette.

- I'm not Cosette anymore. - Who are you?

My name is Marius, Mrs. Marius.

Come in!

Sir! I'll let the Mademoiselle-- I mean the Madame-- know you're here.

Don't disturb her, Toussaint.

I wish to talk to Mr. Pontmercy.

Good morning.

Cosette will be glad to see you're better.

Your absence yesterday surprised us.

- Please, sit down. - No, thank you.

I wanted to tell you something.

I'm an ex-convict.

I didn't hurt my hand. I was never in pain.

I pretended to be hurt so I wouldn't have to sign anything,

so as not to commit a forgery.

What does this mean?

I spent 19 years at the galleys and was then

sentenced to them for life for a second offense--in absentia.

I am an escaped convict, and my name is Jean Valjean.

I've had doubts for a while now.

Something awful was hiding behind you.

But I was afraid. I kept my eyes closed.

Why are you telling me this today?

Because Cosette told me we would live as a family,

and I can't belong to any family.

For her sake, as long as she only had me in her life,

I had to accept the danger of my presence.

Now, I gave her to you. She's happy.

I hope so, at least.

I need to vanish from her life.

I'm only asking for your promise that she won't know a thing.

I promise.

Thank you.

I have one last favor to ask of you.

May I come see her every now and then?

I got her when she was little,

and you probably understand how one can love a child.

Even a man like me.

I could stop by while I'm in the area, say hello to her.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Each time you'd come here, I would be worried about her.

It's better if she forgets about you.

But for many years, I was all she had.

I'm afraid that, if she doesn't see me at all,

she won't understand and will be very unhappy.

You don't believe so?

You think that for her, everything that isn't love has ceased to exist?

Where are they?

Father! You're here. No one told me.

I came to bid you farewell, my child.

Farewell?

- I'm leaving for England tomorrow. - Again with England?

I abhor England! It wishes to keep me away from my loved ones.

He's been wanting to go there for a while.

But now that you're rid of me, you shall take advantage.

You'll be able to travel.

I'm planning on settling there forever.

Forever? Impossible. You'll die of boredom over there.

I heard that it's always raining.

- Will you write us? - Of course.

Father was afraid of your opposition.

Me? Why?

Just a thought.

Madame is served.

Madame...

Well, I'll leave you too alone. Farewell, Cosette.

"Farewell"? Goodbye!

Goodbye.

Pity for the unfortunate, but indulgence for the fortunate.

An old woman with rheumatism

and nothing else to do but look out her window,

noticed the strange outings of a man

who seemed to be getting older before her very eyes.

Cosette!

Marius was obsessed with the thought

of that man who saved his life

but had never come forth

The person is waiting.

"Monsieur le Baron...

If the Supreme Being had endowed me with talents,

I might have been Baron Thénard, member of the Institute,

but I am not so.

I merely bear the same name as he.

I am also in possession of a secret concerning a person.

This person concerns you.

I await in the anteroom. Respectfully, Thénard."

Thénard.

Could you give me a moment?

- This person... is it a woman? - No.

Let him in.

I've had the honor to meet Monsieur le Baron.

I believe it was at the Countess of Bag ration's.

I don't know Madame Bagration.

Ah? Then it must have been at Chateaubriand's.

I know him very well. He's very affable.

And?

Monsieur le Baron didn't read my letter?

I have a secret to sell you.

What secret?

Monsieur le Baron,

you have in your house a robber and assassin.

In my house? No.

Assassin and robber.

I'm not speaking of long-forgotten facts

which might be erased by prescription.

I'm speaking of recent facts, still unknown to justice.

This man has crept into your confidence,

and almost into your family, under a false name.

I'll tell you his real name, and tell it to you for nothing.

His name is Jean Valjean.

I know it.

But what you don't know is that he's an ex-convict.

I know it.

Monsieur le Baron surprises me.

But you can see that I'm well informed.

But what I have to tell you is known by myself alone.

It is an extraordinary secret.

I'll sell it for 20,000 francs.

I know that secret as I know the others.

10,000 francs and I'll talk.

You have nothing to tell me.

Still, I must have dinner tonight.

I know everything, even your name.

That's not difficult, I had the honor of writing it to you. Thénard...

- ...dier. - What?

- Thénardier. - Thénardier?

Also known as Jondrette, the poet Alvares, Fabantou the actor.

Father of Eponine and Gavroche.

You hurt me there.

I lost my oldest daughter, my poor little boy.

They died for the Republic.

Monsieur le Baron, you're right, I am Thénardier.

See? I know as much as you do.

Jean Valjean is a robber. He was sent to the galleys for robbery.

A small robbery, I must add.

Still, Jean Valjean is a robber and an assassin.

- Explain yourself. - That's easy.

On June 6th, the day of the riots,

I, for personal reasons, unconnected with politics,

was hiding in the sewer.

- The sewer? - That leads to the Seine.

Sometimes, circumstances lead an honest man to step into...

dirty water.

And I saw someone I knew well; I had met him a few times.

- It was our man. - Jean Valjean?

Himself. And he wasn't alone.

He was carrying someone on his back.

A young man covered in blood!

A flagrant case of assassination were there ever one.

The robbery was the motive for the crime, of course.

That young man didn't have any money.

Come on!

Jean Valjean offered me half of what he'd taken

out of the young man's pockets for me to let him out.

He's a man of terrible strength; I couldn't refuse him.

You came to accuse a man; you have justified him.

Mr. Thénardier, you are a scoundrel!

- The word is strong. - I saw you in action.

But I have a debt to repay that you know nothing of.

Maybe you've never even deserved it.

You want to go to America.

Come back tomorrow, I'll give you what you need.

Thank you, Monsieur le Baron but I don't understand.

I don't ask you to understand, I ask you to get out.

As you please, Monsieur le Baron.

- You said tomorrow, right? - Get out!

We should have him taken to the hospital.

He doesn't have any servants.

I can't always watch after him, I have to mind my lodge.

Too late for the hospital.

He's a worn-down old man

who must have lost someone close to his heart.

One dies of this condition.

Will you come back, Doctor?

I'd rather it be someone else...

Father! You're ill!

Why didn't you say anything?

It is you, my child; you came.

How nice of you, my little girl.

You came too?

Please forgive me.

Now I know everything, and so does she.

Come with us, you'll be happy.

We'll never leave you again.

I'll come to get you tomorrow morning.

It's too late now.

No, it's not too late.

Don't cry, my child.

I was so worried I wouldn't see you again, and then you came.

I'm so happy-

Do you remember Montfermeil and the wood?

When I took your bucket and held your hand for the first time?

And the large doll'? You know it is still here?

And the convent, when you put cherries on your ears'?

My child, the moment has arrived to tell you your mother's name.

It was Fantine. Remember this name-- Fantine.

She knew as much misery as you have known happiness.

She loved you dearly, and she suffered terribly.

My children...

I must confess, Marius...

that I did not always like you...

and I ask your forgiveness.

Love each other dearly and always.

Because in the end, only one thing matters in this world:

Love.

Love.

Take these two candlesticks with you.

I hope the man who gave them to me is satisfied with me.

I have done what I could.

Another thing:

Don't forget that I'm a poor man,

and when I'm gone,

have me buried under a simple stone,

no name on it.

That is my will.

You're here, my child. I'm happy.

He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived.

He died when he had no longer his angel.

The thing came to pass simply, of itself,

as the night comes when day is gone.

THE END