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It's your mommy who sends you for the water so far away?

I think I have no mommy.

What do you mean, you think you don't have any?

- I never saw her. - So who is this water for?

It's for my boss, Mrs. Thénardier.

Thénardier?

What's your name?

- Cosette. - Cosette?

It's you, Cosette?

Well, it took you a while.

Madame, I found a sir who came to the house.

- Do you have a carriage, sir? - No, I am walking.

It's this way.

He wants to eat.

Strange weather, hey?

Do you want a room?

No, it's for dinner only.

You must pay in advance.

I will Pay-

- It's 40 sous. - All right.

It's 20 sous, the price.

Not for the poor. It stains a house to have these people.

He's not even from around here.

Work a little bit instead of looking.

So, you have a good time, my loves?

Yes, Mommy.

Look how her little hat suits her.

Such little treasures.

Your horse has enough to drink.

He is like his master.

Here you are.

What does she do here, the little one?

She's darning my socks, of course.

She must earn her keep, poor thing. A child we took as charity.

How much do you sell your socks for?

Sir, my socks are not for sale.

And if I were giving you a Louis for it?

A Louis?

Here.

Here, sir, they are yours.

- With the meal, we're even. - They are beautiful socks.

You can keep them. But now...

this child's time belongs to me.

Have a good time, little one.

She wants to take my doll.

You are leaving, sir?

I am coming back.

- Look what he gave me. - Who is that man?

It's Rothschild!

We must make him spit out some more of them before he goes.

He left.

It's a good one, at least.

On my way out, I met Santa Claus.

He asked me if I knew a Mademoiselle Cosette,

and if she was well behaved.

I answered yes. I am not sure I was right.

It's a banker!

Well, my Cosette, this gentleman gives you a doll!

Take it, it's yours.

What do you say to the gentleman?

She doesn't need to tell me anything.

I am just the messenger.

Now it's may be time to put these little girls to bed.

If Monsieur doesn't mind...

holidays are work days for us.

This cutie has to get up early.

Go to bed, my lovelies. Say something, you, for God's sake.

Yes, darling, we are going to bed.

Eponine, Azelma, come too, my darlings.

I am going to call her Catherine.

It's also time for us to go to bed. You are waited for in your place.

It's one hour you haven't drunk anything.

Come on, go out. We haven't paid!

Never mind. It's not Christmas every day.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I'll put it on your account.

Drink this. It's the wine I sell to the customers, a good one.

Monsieur gives me a great honor.

So you are coming from far away?

- Paris. - Ah.

Not a lot of people for a Christmas night.

Ah, Monsieur, times are hard.

We don't have a lot of bourgeois in our region.

If we didn't have rich and generous travelers from time to time...

You have a little servant who doesn't cost you too much.

A fortune, she costs us

It's small, but it eats.

It's incredible, how much it eats.

And it's not strong. It cannot do much hard work.

We keep her because she has no family.

By charity. And she needs clothes. Winters are cold.

And I have two more little girls,

not to mention the very last one,

a boy who came I know not how.

Because of the cold.

All of this costs money.

And if someone would help you by taking her away?

Taking who? Cosette?

Ah, Monsieur, take her, keep her, eat her, and be blessed

by the Virgin Mary and all the saints in Heaven.

Very well, go look for her. I am taking her with me.

- Right away? - Right away.

- I am going. - One moment.

Go to the kitchen, I have to discuss all of this with Monsieur.

I truly adore this child.

I noticed.

We are not rich, but one has to do something for the Lord.

I have bread for her. I love this little one.

My wife has a temper, but she adores her, too.

No, I cannot accept. We would miss her.

I need to hear babbling in the house.

Or... it's 1,500 francs.

Go look for her.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

You're missing all the good opportunities.

Fifteen hundred francs! He is stinking rich.

You are right.

- Here are your 1,500 francs. - What does that mean?

I keep Cosette. I thought about it, and I cannot do this.

It's her mother who entrusted her to me.

I can only give her back to her mother.

Or... it's 5,000 francs. You won't have one franc more.

You mention her mother. You're right.

Do you know this signature?

It's a good imitation.

Well, all right.

Why you didn't show me this in the first place?

Because I have my reasons.

I have to think about this.

Ah, no, I have to leave right away.

You have time. You will leave tomorrow morning.

All right. Show me my room.

I am sure we will reach an agreement.

Sergeant of Waterloo.

Keep the carriage and watch the door.

You, go behind the house and wait for me.

I am coming in. Come.

- Police. - Oh, my God.

You are keeping the daughter of a so-called Fantine. She is still here?

- Everybody is asking for her today. - Everybody?

Everybody, indeed. A man came with a paper from the mother.

- He left? - No, he is upstairs.

- We come just in time. - You are not going to arrest him!

- He owes me money. - Shut up, take us to him, quietly.

Be careful, he is dangerous.

Dangerous? I follow you, then. You, stay here.

It's his room.

You're caught!

Nobody.

I don't understand. I took him here myself.

Shut up. We have to search all rooms.

Not here, it's a married couple.

Be careful, watch the doors.

Don't be afraid. I am taking you with me. You want to?

Quietly or the Thénardiers would take you back. Come.

- Come on. - And Catherine?

Where did you leave her? Downstairs?

Hide here, I'll go look for her.

There is this. It leads to the stable. She may have gone that way.

He cannot escape. He is trapped. I am going.

- Show me the way. - Nothing is burning!

If you are here, say it, we'll negotiate.

What a surprise.

Let's share and I'll shut up.

There is no one in the stable. He didn't go this way.

Virgile!

And this room, what is it'?

My little girls' room. I was just there.

I am downstairs, where are you?

What's the matter? You have him?

What are you doing downstairs?

Wait.

Come on my shoulders. Go on.

Some horses and a carriage, quickly!

Go to Paris. 62 Rue de Picpus,

at the convent of the sisters of Saint-Benoit.

Tell the Reverend Mother that I am sending you.

You will tell her... the name I abandoned 20 years ago.

Eugénie de Blémeur.

The convent's groundskeeper was wearing on his knee

a bell that was chasing the nuns away,

because they were forbidden to look upon a man, even from far.

Cosette! Come!

Come!

I am sorry, Mother.

Don't apologize, Mr. Fauchelevent. Fatherly love is blessed by God,

but nevertheless...

You shouldn't distract her from her studies.

First, she has to forget she has been very unhappy.

Where would be better than here to forget?

You know, life is so hard.

Here, she'll be safe, away from the world's temptations.

She'll become a good servant of God.

In any case, she'll be ugly.

Not far from there,

another groundskeeper was also dreaming

while taking care of his flowers.

He used to be an officer of Napoleon,

Colonel Pontmercy.

Since the Restoration, he was getting half his pay

and was forbidden to wear his Legion of Honor.

He was only allowed to show his scars.

His father-in-law, an ultra-royalist, had told him,

"I will raise your child. He will be my heir,

but on one condition: that you disappear."

The officer was poor. For his son's sake, he had accepted.

Marius Pontmercy had become a man

without having seen his father again.

Mr. Marius's grandfather asks for Mr. Marius in the living room.

After 50 years in this house, I change servants very often,

and their name is Nicolette.

It's more practical to keep the same name.

Your name will be Nicolette and you will have 50 francs per month.

For the service, you will ask

for Mademoiselle Gillenormand, my daughter.

What is your nephew doing? Go check.

In the room of this young man?

The height of prudery is to multiply defenses

in the places least likely to be attacked.

- Yes... - You asked for me?

Marius!

Your father writes to us. He says he is sick, he wants to see you.

You want me to go there?

I know what you think, my poor child.

It's not your fault if you are the son of one of these scoundrels

who killed our king and bled France.

But it's our duty to defend the family's traditions.

It looks serious. It's not him who writes, it's the doctor.

It's your father.

Even if he was in the galleys, you would have to go.

You will take the stagecoach tomorrow morning at six.

This letter has been in my pocket for two days already.

When he arrived in a dark room, he found three men.

One was standing up. One was sitting down.

And a third one was laying down

and didn't wait for him anymore.

And facing this deceased man Marius learnt who was his father.

Simple soldier, one arm broken fighting beside General Kleber,

Second Lieutenant in Lodi,

Legion of Honor in Austerlitz,

one of the three survivors of the Eylau cemetery.

Captain in Friedland for his 12th wound,

Colonel at Waterloo.

The Thénardiers were also at Waterloo.

The wife was canteen keeper and he was sergeant.

Can I come out? ls there any danger?

- No. - And what's going on?

The English are still resisting.

Wait. I want to see this.

Come! It seems to be going badly for the Emperor.

Each of these lines is a regiment?

And these others who walk and shine under the sun,

it's the white cuirasses.

It's at least 60,000 Prussians.

And they are all fresh.

The guard!

Lay down or you'll go to your death if the officer sees you!

- It's his last reserve, he is done. - Be quiet.

Tomorrow, sweetie, we'd better become royalists.

Close the ranks!

Close the ranks!

Close the ranks!

Close the ranks!

Hold firmly!

And the night fell on 60,000 corpses.

Great, an officer.

Who won?

The English.

I have a broken leg. Don't let them take you.

Me, I am done, but you, go away.

They don't scare me.

I'll get you out of here.

I could even find a carriage, but I need money.

- Your name? - Sergeant Thénardier, and you?

Colonel Pontmercy.

I will never forget.

Don't worry.

There.

For my son.

At Waterloo, a man saved my life.

His name is Thénardier. I could never find him again.

If my son meets him, he has to be as generous as possible with him.

The Emperor made me a Baron on the battlefield.

The Restoration is contesting me this title.

My son will take it, and he will carry it,

and he will deserve it.

Baron! You are baron, now? What does that mean?

My father bequeathed me this title, earned with his blood.

And I will be proud to carry it.

Your father? It's me!

My father is a man who gloriously served the Republic,

the Emperor, and France.

And he made only one mistake:

to love too much two ingrates, his homeland and myself.

Marius! Abominable child!

All these people were rogues, murderers, red bonnets!

Thieves! Baron!

You are about as much a baron as my slipper!

All bandits who betrayed their king

and served Robespierre and Bonaparte!

All cowards who ran away

from the English and the Prussians at Waterloo.

Traitors and cowards, all of them!

All of them, you hear?

Down with the Bourbons, and this pig, Louis XVIII.

A baron like Monsieur and an old emigrant like me

cannot stay under the same roof.

I am asking you to leave this house today.

I'll be thrilled to do so.

Father, you are quite right.

Daughter, you are an ermine of stupidity

without one stain of intelligence.

Marius, without any money,

went to live in a shack, not far from the gate of Italy...

not far from the district of the horse market.

Without quitting his law studies,

started doing translations to earn his living.

But his neighbors didn't respect his work.

Are you going to shut up?

One cannot work here! You'll see, if I lose my temper! 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',