All language subtitles for Les.Miserables.1935.DVDRip.XviD-SiRiUs

No previous convictions?

- Ah.
- No, sir.

Jean Valjean, when you
come into this court...

you are guilty until you
prove yourself innocent.

You have failed to do this...

and there is nothing
for me to do...

but to pass sentence on
you according to the law.

Oh, I- I-

I didn't mean to steal, sir.

What-What was I to do?

Th-There's my sister
and her family.

And I'm their sole support.

There was-There was no work...

no bread, no food.

I- I can starve, but-
but you can't let babies starve.

You-You can't hear a baby
cry for food and do nothing.

With all that, we've nothing to do.

The law is explicit.

The sentence is...

1 0 years in the galleys.

Ten years?

Ten years?

But you can't. You can't
send me to the galleys.

You don't know what it means to be hungry.

You don't know what it
means to be out of work!

I've tried and tried! I've walked
20 miles a day to find work!

No work! No bread.

I didn't mean to steal.

We were only hungry, I tell you! Hungry!

- Hungry! You can't take me away!
- No!Jean!

- You can't take me away from her!
-Jean!

You can't take me away!

You can't.!

Next case. Remove the evidence.

You should do well. Next.

''EmilJavert.

''EmilJavert, four years, Landrecy District.

''Record, good.

''Examination, not brilliant,
but shows painstaking ability.

Application for promotion
denied on account of''-

Javert, this is left
to my discretion.

The higher authorities seem
to have doubts about you.

You know what it says here.

You had a father who died as
a prisoner on the galleys.

Well?

It's quite true,
what it says there.

My mother was a tramp.
My father died in the galleys.

I, myself, was born in prison.

Well?

I swore to myself that I
would not be of that class.

I swore to get out of it, and I did get out.

I said to myself, there are
only two classes of society-

those who attack it and those who guard it.

The book of regulations
are my bible.

Why, if you take
this away from me...

what is there left?

I beg you to believe, sir...

that never would I fail
in my duty to the law.

It's my whole life.
Ever to fail would break me, sir.

Appointment confirmed. Next.

2906.

Lean on me.

Hold on.

Hey. Hey.! Hey.!

Hey! Hey!

Do it up here then.

- Over there.
- Hey.

Got him.

All right.

We'll have to remove his collar, sir.
His neck's injured.

Sorry. Regulations.
Only the doctor can give that order.

- But the doctor's away ashore, sir.
- That's too bad. He must wait.

Whilst I'm in charge here,
regulations- good, bad or indifferent-

must be carried out to the letter!

Take him out, give him what help you can,
but the collar mustn't be removed.

29 1 0.!

29 1 1.!

29 1 2.!

Uh, hey. My food.

Too late.

Why, you-

Where's my bread?

Why, you-

Come on!

Chain him up here!

Hey. Wait a minute.

And we hope the punishment
you've undergone...

has given you time to reflect upon the
evil courses that you have pursued.

Now that you are free once more
and going into the world again...

see that you endeavor to lead honest,
sober, God-fearing lives.

Pray for guidance...

trusting always in his
everlasting goodness and mercy.

Peace be with you, my sons.

Jean Valjean.

You'll report to Pontarlier.
You know the regulations.

Report to police headquarters
twice a week for the first year,
once a month for the second...

once every three months for the third...

and thereafter, on the first of
every year for the next 1 0 years.

Failure to report is a breach of
the law and means immediate arrest.

Give him his passport and his money. Next.

- My passport is yellow.
- That's for your attempt to escape three years ago.

Give him the money that's due to him. Next.

Jean Valjean, 1 09 francs.

Oh, no. No, it should be 1 7 1 .

1 09.

Don't you think I've
worked it out for myself?

Ten years' work, 3,652 days...

1 7 1 francs.

You've forgotten deductions
for Sundays and holidays.

- Well, you- this-
- Are you going to take it or leave it?

- Making trouble already?
- No, I've-

Calm yourself, my son.

Calm yourself.

It's a lie. No room, no food.

- There's plenty of food. My money's good, isn't it?
- That isn't it.

- What then?
- We don't want your sort around here, that's all.

I'm a free man. I don't owe you anything.
I don't owe anybody.

Why shouldn't there
be a place for me?

There is- outside.

Get out of here! Leave me alone!
You leave me alone.

So they left you this, eh? Who are ya?

You want to know who I am?

I'm a convict. Yeah.

I served my sentence.

Now my punishment begins, it seems.

Look, in prison they gave me a bed of wood.

Now I have one of stone.

That's what they do when they set you free.

Well, call the police,
why don't you?

Have me turned off this as well.

Have you tried to find shelter?

Shelter? I've knocked
at every door.

- Have you knocked at every door?
- Yes.

Have you knocked at that one?

- No.
- Knock there.

If you ask me, we ought to shut,
bolt and bar the doors.

My brother would never
have bolts on any door.

But only for a few nights.
An ex-convict, they say.

A cutthroat with a horrible black
beard and scabs on his arms.

Well, we might all be murdered in our beds.

Why, he'd have no respect
even for a bishop's house.

Oh, let me get a locksmith, please.

But the door opens with a
latch from the outside...

and you know what a terrible
habit the bishop has...

of saying, ''Come in'' to anyone,
even at midnight.

Come in.

Good evening.

I was told to come here.

Are you an innkeeper?

Oh, I have money- my savings- 1 09 francs.

It should have been 1 7 1 ,
but they robbed me.

Can I stay for the night?

Why, of course.

You're tired, hungry.

Set another place.

- Won't you sit down?
- No, no, wait.

I must tell you, I-

I'm a convict.

My passport is yellow.

I'm ordered to go 200 miles and report
on parole to the police at Pontarlier.

I've walked... about a
hundred miles in three days.

They've kicked me out of
every tavern, every inn.

No one will have me. No one.

But I can pay for food,
for a bed in your stable.

Oh, no, not a stable.

You're very welcome.
Supper is ready, such as it is.

A bed will be prepared for you.

Won't you come to the fire?

Put your things down.

You won't drive me away?

You're good people.

Now, what's your name? You're no innkeeper.

No, I'm not an innkeeper. I'm a priest.

A priest?

Well-

How stupid I am.

And you won't want me to pay you?

No, my dear sir. Of course not.

You call me ''sir.''

No one ever calls me that.

You want to know my name?

- My name is-
- There's no need for you to tell me.

- I know it.
- You know it?

To me, a priest, you are a brother.

You understand? A brother.

Come, have some supper.

This table is bare.

I seem to miss something.

When we have visitors,
we use the silver plates.

This is your room. It is the best we can do.
I hope you'll be comfortable.

If you are cold, take this doeskin.

It'll keep you warm.

She's afraid of me.

And no wonder.

How do you know I won't
murder you in the night?

Well, how do you know
that I won't murder you?

Yah.

You have faith in me, it seems.

Then I must have faith in you, mustn't I?

Good night.

2906, 1 09 francs.

2906, one hundred-

My passport is yellow.

- Yellow passport convict.
- Oh, God!

Oh, my-

Your Eminence.! Your Eminence.!

Oh, the silver. The silver's gone.

That man! I told you.

He left without a word,
and he's taken the silver.

- Now we have no silver plates.
- What plates?

Oh, the plates! Yes, yes,
of course. The plates.

Well, now, let's see.
Now, what use are plates?

We can eat just as
well off tin plates.

- Tin tastes.
- Well, iron plates then.

Come in.

Your Eminence, this man is Jean Valjean,
a yellow passport convict.

We saw him running away.

We caught him and found that he had
this silver with your crest on it.

Now, what is all this?

Come here,Jean.

I'm very happy to see
you again,Jean...

because you forgot to take away the
two silver candlesticks I gave you.

They're worth at least 200 francs.

How did you come to leave them behind?

Didn't he tell you that the good
priest with whom he spent the
night gave him all his silver?

- He said so, but naturally we thought-
- That's very clever of you.

You do your duty well,
but you're quite mistaken.

The silver is his.

Then we can let him go, sir?

Why, certainly, and give him
his knapsack and passport.

Thank you. Good day, my friends.

I- Is it- Is it true?

I don't have to go
back to the galleys?

You-You let me go free?

Free?

Where is a man free?

I wish someone would tell me.

Yes, you can go,Jean.

And this time,Jean, don't forget
to take your candlesticks with you.

You-You-

You give them to me?

Long ago,Jean, I learnt that
life is to give and not to take.

Let me give.

And in return, promise me
that you will give also.

My door is always open,Jean.

Don't come in by any other way-

furtively, by night.

The door is the right way.

And the right way,Jean,
is always open to you.

- Let's try here then.
- Come on.

Wait here.

Number two furnace must be cleared.
You see to it.

Fifty gross packets, number four,
to go to Paris tonight.

- Yes, Monsieur Madeleine.
- That's all. What is it?

There's a question of the girl,
Fantine Lesrolles.

It appears there's been
some gossip about a child- -

- Can you deal with the case yourself?
- I can, certainly.

Then please do. Come in!

- Ah, good morning, Monsieur Madeleine.
- Good morning.

I have something of the greatest
importance to discuss with you.

You see, I, uh- I-

Look here, Monsieur Madeleine.

We want you to honor our town by accepting
the position of mayor and magistrate.

Yes, that's it.

Me? Nonsense.

A fine figure I'd make.

Let someone else do it.
Let old L'Estrange do it again.

Yes! Of course,
I- I could serve another year.

No! We want Monsieur Madeleine.

I know nothing about politics.

I've only been a little over
five years in your town.

I'm a plain man and not much of a
speech maker, but I beg you to accept.

It was you who built this obsolete
factory into a thriving industry.

Nobody pays better wages or looks
after his workpeople like you do.

And what's more, you've built yourself
into the hearts of the people as well.

How do you know the people really want me?

I'll show you.

My friends!

We have invited Monsieur Madeleine to
become mayor and magistrate of our city.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Here's your money.

Sign here.

We've come a long way together, haven't we?

Monsieur Madeleine?

You are Monsieur Madeleine?

My name is Javert.

I am the new inspector police
assigned to this district.

I arrived tonight, but, uh,
would not intrude upon the festivities.

At the same time, I thought it my duty to
introduce myself at the first opportunity.

You wished to see me?

Only to, uh, report for
duty to the new mayor...

and pay my respects.

- Fine pieces of work.
- Uh- Oh, not in my line.

No, I expect not.

I've, uh, only one line.

- The law, eh?
- The law.

I hope to take all that side off
your shoulders, Monsieur Madeleine.

Give me a free hand, I promise
you there'll soon be very few
criminals in this community.

- You think so?
- I'm certain.

Once I start work on a case, I never cease
until the culprits are under lock and key.

You never temper
justice with mercy?

No. We might as well understand each other,
Monsieur Madeleine.

I administer the law. Good, bad or
indifferent, it's no business of mine.

But the law to the letter.

Well, I'm sure we shall all feel
safe and secure while you are about.

Thank you.

- Good night, Monsieur Madeleine.
- Good night, Inspector.

My good woman, all this
is beyond my jurisdiction.

- But, MonsieurJavert-
- You boarded your child out at an inn.

You agreed to pay
them a fixed price.

You lost your job at the factory.
You can't pay the people.

They won't give up the child.
I don't know as I blame them.

However, it's no good coming
here with your troubles.

You can raise the question in court in the
proper forum, get your child back that way.

How can I? I have no money. Will- Will you
take me to see Monsieur Madeleine, please?

It's no use intruding on Monsieur Madeleine.

He'll only reaffirm my decision.

But why did he dismiss me? Why? Why?

And don't go making a public disturbance...

or you'll find yourself under lock and key.

Take her away.

Well, there's the lot.

Oh, and, uh, see that this
subscription goes to the, uh...

Convent PetitJean in Paris.

- One thousand francs.
- Monsieur le Maire, you usually send 500.

Yes, but I had a long letter from the
sister superior, and they need funds badly.

Thank goodness I can afford it.

The factory is booming.
The more I stay away, the better it booms.

Do you know what you've done to me?

Do you know what you've done?

Oh, go on! Have me arrested! What do I care?

- You won't stop me. I'll kill him!
- No, no. Wait!

Stand back,Javert. What is it? Step aside.

- What do you mean?
- You and your charities.

You and your noble deeds!

Why don't your charities
begin in your own factory?

You throw me out. You ruin my
chance of ever getting another job.

- And for what? For nothing! - I haven't the
slightest idea what you're talking about.

I wasn't respectable enough
for your spotless factory...

with its lying gossips.

They told you I had a child I
daren't own, so you threw me out
without a chance to explain.

What does it matter to you?

You don't know what it is to be hungry,
what it is to be out of work.

I don't care for myself,
but it's cost me my child.

You-

- Come here!
- No, no. Wait,Javert! Wait!

- There's no case against her yet.
- No case?

An assault on an official's
a prison offense.

- You needn't bother. I'll handle it.
- First we must investigate.

Investigate? No, a breach of the
law has already been committed.

- I make no charge.
- That makes no difference. The law demands it.

What's the law got to do with a woman
who's out of her mind with grief?

Monsieur Madeleine- - From what I've
heard, this is not a case for the law.

It's a case for justice.

Whatever is wrong will be put right,
law or no law.

Would you-Andre, call the doctor.

- Order my carriage.
- Yes, Monsieur le Maire.

Well, Monsieur Madeleine has no
respect for the law, it seems.

- When did he first come here?
- About five years ago.

- Where did he come from?
- From Marseilles, I think.

- Came from Lyons, didn't he?
- No.

Now I come to think of it,
we always thought he-

Well, that's funny. Where did he come from?

It doesn't matter. It's of no importance.

I- I was just wondering.

Monsieur Madeleine...

I was mad to attack you.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I could only think
of my little girl.

Would it make you happier
if you had her with you?

Oh, monsieur.

More than anything in the world.

Then you shall have her.

What was the name of that inn?

The Brave Sergeant, at Montfermeil.

It has a sign.

A sergeant on a white horse.

On a white horse.

Heave! Heave.

Got caught, apparently,
trying to fix the axle.

Wheels slipped and sank in the mud.
The cart's crushing him.

- Well, tip the cart over.
- Can't. Crush his feet as it tips.

Then we must lift it.

I'm going to get underneath.
I'll use my back as a jack.

- No, you'll be crushed!
- We can't leave him there.

All of you, heave when I shout.

Heave!

Heave! Heave!

Pull him out! Pull him out.

Pull him out.

All right.

Well, that was amazing,
Monsieur Madeleine. Amazing.

I didn't know anybody could do that.
You must be stronger than I thought.

That must weigh almost a ton.

Do you know, the only men I've ever seen...

with muscles of the back developed
enough to do a thing like that...

were those who served a term in the galleys.

They get it just there...

from the oars.

A wonderful effort,
Monsieur Madeleine.

Wonderful.

You'll go to Lyons.

Make all inquiries, get me the fullest
details of the past career of-

Monsieur Madeleine?

You'll do the same at Marseilles.

I want full, detailed...

accurate information.

- Water for my horse and a bed for the night.
- We have no room.

Put me where you will, but I stay.

I charge 40 sous in advance.

Where is that little brat?

Cosette.! Cosette.!

Get water for his horse!

Quick! Get it! And hurry back.

Let me help you.

- How old are you?
- Eight, I think.

Don't you know? Don't you have birthdays?

No. The others do.

- What's your name?
- Cosette.

- Is that woman your mother?
- Oh, no.

My mother isn't like her.

- Where is your mother?
- She's far away.

And your father?

My father's in heaven.

You're a very lovely
little girl, Cosette.

Doesn't it seem strange to you that your
mother should go so far away and leave you?

She didn't want to leave me.
Really, she didn't.

But, you see,
my mother is very poor.

She has to work so she can
send money to pay for my keep.

Sometimes you're very lonely for her, hmm?

Yes. I am.

Cosette! Bring a bucket
full of water here! Quick!

Oh, please. Please, let's hurry!

She'll beat me.

She'll beat you?

We'll see about that.

Until you're well enough to
look after her yourself...

my housekeeper will see that
she has everything she wants.

Oh, Monsieur Madeleine.

You give everything.

It's nothing. Nothing at all.

She's ready. She looks
lovely and doesn't know it.

She's so thrilled
with her new dress...

but terrified that she'll
do the wrong thing at table.

Ah, don't laugh at her.

Treat her like a grown-up.

Crying? You're not unhappy?

No. No.

It isn't that...

kind of crying.

- I move here.
- And I move here and here and here.

- You win. You win.
- InspectorJavert is here.

He wants to talk
with you privately.

I asked him if I could
take a message...

but he said it concerns you only.

He spoke in such a peculiar way.

Will you finish the game with me?

Good evening.

I'm, uh, sorry to disturb you at this hour,
Monsieur Madeleine...

but I have a duty-
an urgent duty to perform.

- Yes?
- As soon as I was sure, I had to act at once.

Monsieur Madeleine,
a criminal act's been committed.

An agent of the government's committed
a crime, a crime against a magistrate.

- Who is the agent?
- It is I.

- Who is the magistrate?
- You.

You must prefer charges against me.
You have the right.

Charges?

I, who demand justice for others,
must demand it for myself.

You see, uh...

I, uh, denounced you to
the prefect of police.

As a mayor having
encroached upon the police?

As a former convict.

Well?

Uh, after that trouble
with the woman Fantine...

I began to ferret out your past by studying
the records of escaped criminals...

and, by an exhaustive
process of elimination...

I finally became convinced that you
were an ex-convict named Jean Valjean...

who had failed to
report for parole.

- What was that name?
-Jean Valjean.

Although I had no positive identification...

I was so sure you were the man,
I reported you to the prefect.

What, uh-What answer did you get?

Oh, that I was mad.

I must have been mad to
have made such a mistake.

Worse, I was a fool...

for the real Valjean's been found.

Yes, they arrested him last week at Arras.

He goes by another name, Champmathieu.

Well...

I made the mistake.

I allowed a personal grievance
to interfere with my duty.

I must be dismissed.

Oh, no. No, you did your duty.

It's your place to suspect.

No, there's more to it than that!

I, too, have my creed, Monsieur Madeleine.

I've always said to myself...

''Yes, you're hard. You're
ruthless when you're in the right.

But look out. One day you, yourself,
will trip. Then will you be just?''

Well, I swore I would.

That time's arrived,
Monsieur Madeleine.

I've caught myself.
I have committed a crime.

What I've always
demanded for others-

the law, good or bad,
but the law to the letter-

I now demand for myself!

- I make no charge against you.
- You must!

If you don't, then I must!

You have your creed,Javert.

I have mine.

I refuse to accept
your resignation.

I order you to think it over.

You're too lenient.

But I'll do as you say.

When and where is this Jean...
Valjean to be tried?

Arras, Monday.

Tomorrow?

There's no doubt about the case?

No, everything's clear. He'll be convicted.

You may go, Inspector. Good night.

Thank you.

Good night, sir.

Toussaint.

Toussaint!

Order my carriage.

If I am to get to Arras tomorrow,
I must start at once.

Arras? A long road.

A long road.

A long road.

Oh.!

Toussaint. Cancel the carriage!
I'm not going!

Jean Valjean is dead!

Dead! Dead, you-

Did you call?

Did you say something about
canceling the carriage?

No.

No, I'll, uh- I'll go to Arras...

at once.

Uh, Monsieur Madeleine, the court is full...

but I gave the judge your card,
and he said to bring you in this way.

- There's a place for you.
- No. Wait.

The, uh, case of Champmathieu,
the old ex-convict- Is that over yet?

Oh, no, no. It's on now.

What sort of person is he?

Oh, a half-stupid, hopeless case.

Nothing can be done
for people like that.

They're better offback in prison.

Thank you. Uh, I'll be-
I'll be in in a moment.

Very well, monsieur.

Counsel for the prosecution.

Gentlemen of thejury...

this is not merely a
question of theft.

The prisoner is an ex-convict who
has failed to report on parole.

Why has he failed to report?

Why, because- because he wished
to evade police supervision.

Had he not been a convict...

we might have believed this story ofhis.

This story that he did not
steal the branch of apples...

but found it at the roadside.

But remember, at the time
he left the galleys...

he was described as a very dangerous man.

His passport was yellow.

What may be a small crime today...

may turn out to be something
very much worse tomorrow.

The prisoner denies his identity...

yet we are ready to produce
witness after witness...

who will identify him at once.

I submit that there can be no doubt
whatever in the minds of thejury...

that the prisoner is none
other than Jean Valjean.

Have you anything to say in your defense?

If-

I don't know.

I- I-I-I can't explain.

I never studied. I'm a poor man, Your Honor.

I- I just picked off the ground
the thing that was there...

and now you all say I stole it.

I- Now, you talk and
talk about this Valjean.

I don't know such people.

I've been in the places you say...

but- but can't a man be in such places
without being a man called Valjean?

Then who, and what, are you?

Who were your parents,
and where were you born?

Not all people can have
houses to be born in.

See, we-we lived in the open.

When I was small, they used to call me-

call me ''Little Man.''

Little Man.

Now- Now they call me ''Old Man.''

That-That's who I am. I'm just-just Old Man.

Bring in the witnesses.

Well, Brevet, do you know
this man from the galleys?

I'd know him anywhere.
That's him, all right.

- Cochepaille?
- That's him.

We used to call him ''the jack.''

- Chenildieu?
- Ten years on the same chain.

You don't recognize me,
Jean? Well, you should.

Genflou.

Hello,Jean.

So they caught you, huh?

Your Honor, there is no doubt.

Four witnesses have identified this man...

as Jean Valjean.

You all-You all know me...

and you recognize me.

Well, good.

I say good!

All right. All right, send me to prison!

Might as well, for all the
chance they ever give me.

If that's justice,
I say send me away!

Go on.! Send me away.!

Go on! Send me aw-

Your Honor, gentlemen, forgive me.
I apologize.

A-A great injustice-

These witnesses are mistaken.
This is not the man.

I am Jean Valjean.

What?

What?

But it's Monsieur Madeleine. It's absurd!

Why, yes, of course.

Monsieur Madeleine,
everyone knows you.

You must be ill.

Monsieur Madeleine, we appreciate
that you have been deeply moved...

and we understand your
sympathetic effort to save this-

Yes, I understand.
You think I'm mad, gentlemen.

But, believe me, my mind is clear.
Very clear. I'll show you.

Brevet, you had number 1 3 place.

You paid the warder 1 0 francs
to change it to number 1 2.

Cochepaille, your right arm- a date in
blue letters put on with burnt powder.

Chenildieu, your left shoulder is burned.

You tried to efface the marks of the
branding iron. Lift up your sleeve.

How are you, Genflou?

Monsieur Madeleine.!

No, there is- there is
no Monsieur Madeleine.

There's onlyJean Valjean.

The law has a case against me.

I shall be ready.

You know where I'm to be found.
Just come when you want me.

What is it?

Why, you're going out?

Yes, dear. I'm going away.

For long? For-

Can't I go with you?

No. I can't take you.

Why? Why?

Is it my fault?

Have I done anything wrong?

No, dear, never.

How could you do anything wrong?

I thought you were turning me out.

I get so scared.

I thought I might have
to go back to the inn...

to those people.

No, darling. You'll never have to do that.

- I promise you.
- Then you'll come back?

You'd like me to?

Like you to?

Why, tonight I fell
asleep wishing...

everything could go on and on...

just as it has ever since I came to you.

You wished that?

Then you go to sleep again...

wishing it with all your might.

I'm wishing.

I'm wishing.

Waken her.

Is it urgent? She is very ill.

Oh, Monsieur Madeleine.

Is it morning yet?

No. No, it's midnight.

Fantine, I may have to
be away for some time.

Take this package. Keep it to yourself.
Don't show it to anyone.

It'll make sure that you and
Cosette will be taken care of.

- 20,000 francs.
- There's something wrong, Monsieur Madeleine.

Jean Valjean!

I arrest you by
order of the court.!

Get up and come along with me!

Monsieur Madeleine. Monsieur le Maire.

Maire? Maire?

I see no maire here.

I only seeJean Valjean,
convict and galley slave...

saintly, forgiving Christian...

who forgave the poor, humble
inspector when he made a mistake.

Get on with you. Get on!

Is it because of this,
Monsieur Madeleine?

- What do you got there?
- Money for Fantine and her child.

All money must be confiscated...

until it is settled whether
or not it is stolen property.

But I promised that they'd
both be provided for.

You promised?

Do what you like with me, but in common
humanity let her have this money.

I can't alter the law.
You know that.

Javert, I gave myself up to
save a man from injustice.

Now you expect me to leave
these two people destitute.

There are institutions
for such people.

- There's the child.
- Let her go back to the place she came from.

Cosette. Cosette.

You did it.

Your very presence killed her.

So, Cosette shall go to an institution, eh?

It's the law, is it?

But there's an old law.

Older than yours!

Cosette.

- You ready, dear?
- Yes, I'm ready.

See if the carriage is at the back.

Yes, it's there.

Round the back way.

Break it open!

- Where are we going?
- To Paris!

If we get there.

Get to the horses!

Take the other road!

Take the other road!

Shh. Shh.

I don't like that old lady.

She asked me a lot of
questions this morning.

- She'd sell us out for a sou.
- I think so too.

Must be some way I can get you to a place
where you'll be safe and looked after.

There must be.

What'll I do if they find you?

They mustn't.

You're so kind, and I love you.

Well, then I'll find a way...

for both of us.

Cosette...

we have it at last.

Monsieur Madeleine has
been most generous to us.

His last request was a godsend.

He asks us to look after your little girl...

and to give you a position as gardener here.

Is that possible?

We will do anything for Monsieur Madeleine.

And in helping you...

we shall feel that in some way...

we are repaying him for his goodness to us.

The gardener's cottage is down the garden.

See him about it,
and I'll talk to him later.

Now, Cosette, say good-bye to your father.

I- Please.

I shall be able to see
him sometime, shan't I?

During playtime, certainly.

Oh.

She's very fond of you, isn't she?

Go along now, dear. Go along.

Confirmation day again.
Procession'll go by here.

Go on working, of course, but you'll be
able to get a glance at your daughter.

- You'll be taking her away soon.
- Yes, that's right.

She should have a
chance in the world.

Five years ago Monsieur Madeleine
gave me this package...

with instructions to give it to you
when my daughter left the convent.

It's for the expenses
of her education.

Monsieur Madeleine must be a very good man.

He asks us to do him a favor
and then pays us for it.

She's very beautiful.

- You must take good care of her.
- She's all I have.

Good-bye, Mother.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

God bless you, my child.

Good-bye.

- Where are we going? What are we going to do?
- You'll see.

I've planned everything.

- What are they?
- Convicts.

But where are they going?

To the galleys.

Poor, unfortunate wretches.

Must they treat them that way?

God is just...

but men, sometimes, are unjust.

- Cosette. Are you ready?
- Yes.

What? Another new cape?

You're getting to be more the boulevard
dandy every day. - What's more, I like it.

Has anyone ever told you
that you're very beautiful?

No. But I hope it's true.

Many people have told me I
have a very handsome escort.

What are you thinking?

May it go on and on
like this forever.

What's that?

We, too, are all for law
and order and justice.

But the government takes no heed of the
constant cry of the people for reform!

Let's stop here.

Driver, stop here a moment.

Make no mistake, my friends.

We are not here advocating
unlimited freedom for criminals...

nor the abolishment of a
rigid penalty for the guilty.

Quite the contrary. We believe the
guilty should pay for their crimes.

We are even in favor of a more strict
control of crime than now exists.

But we do protest against the
monstrous sentences inflicted...

and the inhuman prison
system as it stands today.

Men are given life sentences
for stealing a sheep.

They are sent to the galleys for
thefts amounting to a few francs.

Let's get out and listen.

I wouldn't go too far from
the carriage if I were you.

There may be trouble.

- If you're interested, sir.
- Thank you.

We're not revolutionaries, sir.
Politics are not our business.

I myself am a student of the law.

I have known something of the horrible
sentences inflicted on young men.

On boys, even.

Every day we see them sent to the galleys.
It's all so senseless.

No man, once branded, has a chance
of becoming a good citizen again.

You won't believe that,
sir, but it's true.

To degrade men and women to the
level of beasts, and then turn
them loose without even a-

without even a chance
to make good...

is neither good justice,
good morals or even good business...

because there's nothing left for
these fellows to do but commit
further crimes in order to live.

You won't believe that. You're
good people and don't realize
how these poor wretches suffer.

But we want your aid and the
aid of all good citizens.

Our address is there if you feel
you'd like to help. We need funds.

Come on.!

Run away! You'll be hurt!

Driver.

Break it up! Come on!

It's a dangerous game these
young students are playing.

The government's very down on them.

- Two hundred enough?
- Oh, yes.

Still, I, uh-

I think they're sincere.

Well, I'm sure he is. He looked sincere.

I'll post it right away.

Oh, I thought you were the police.

Is Monsieur Marius in?

Come in.

You have a letter.
You may leave it.

I want to deliver it personally, if I may.

Oh. All right, come on.

Don't keep him long. He's busy.

It's late, and we're all hungry.

When will you be speaking again?

Tomorrow, in the park.

Will you be there?

I shall be there.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

- Who was she?
- Oh,just a sympathizer.

Oh. I can see that.

Marius, listen.

I've had enough work for tonight.
I'm chock-full of it.

But I still have
room for a good meal.

- Forget it for once and let's go out tonight.
- Sorry. Too busy.

Too busy?

If that thing on your face is a smile,
take it off and get on with your work.

Another thousand to
do before supper.

Tomorrow, mademoiselle?

Tomorrow, monsieur.

Tomorrow, Cosette?

Tomorrow, Marius.

Darling, may I speak to your father tonight?

No, darling. I want to tell him myself.

Please let me. It's best.

Well, he'll probably want to know
everything there is to know about me-

who I am, who my parents
were and where I come from.

So, even though you haven't
asked me yourself...

I might as well tell you the gloomy
details and get the whole thing over with.

I am 22 years old,
I have dark hair...

I'm a little under six feet...

my eyes are brown...

and my irresistible virtue
is that I love you very much.

Darling.

- There they are.
- So that's the young fool, eh?

The two of them meet every day.

At first I thought she was a go-between...

an agent who was passing him money from
some rich supporter in the background.

- Yes?
- Well, I've watched them now for three weeks.

I'm convinced that it's only
an ordinary love affair.

Of course, if you like we
can have them all arrested.

It's no use roping in a few harebrained
students and confiscating a printing press.

What we want is the
power behind them.

Nothing at their headquarters.

Oh, he has a young girl.
She calls herself his secretary.

She makes various trips at
night to Monmartre and so on.

I have followed her,
but there's nothing definite.

She may be more important than you think.

Javert, in order that we may be absolutely
certain we're leaving no stone unturned...

I want you to follow this girl.

Find out who she is,
where she lives.

- She lives with her father.
- Exactly. Find out who he is.

Find out all about him and report
to me tomorrow. - Very good, sir.

Cosette, let me come around
tonight after dinner.

I'll face it out like a soldier.

All right. And I'll make
it easy for you, dear.

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if she were gun shy.

Look at her feet!

She isn't worth half the
price of the other one.

- Oh, aren't they lovely?
- Which do you like best?

- This one, of course.
- You would choose that one.

He may be all wrong, but I think
he's all right. He likes me.

Woman's instinct.
Always right, sir.

But a woman's instinct told her it was a he,
and it's really a she. However-

Well, mademoiselle,
what I say is...

if a dog likes you, that's the lot.

- You take her.
- That is right, isn't it?

- Aren't you listening?
- Come in, quickly.

Well-

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Did he recognize you?
- I don't think so.

Come. Start packing.

What do you want?

I- I came to pay a call.

Anybody send you?

Mademoiselle asked me to call.

- Nobody's here.
- They're out?

Gone away.

- Didn't they leave any word for me?
- Left no message for anybody.

- Have you the address?
- Not yet.

Well, I must find them.

- My name is-
- I know your name, and I know your address.

If you know what's good for you, you'll
get out of here. Go on. Get out of here.

Attention! Everybody listen!

Listen now! Good news!

We've just received
word from Lyons!

Students uprising
at all universities!

Demonstrations everywhere!

Are you awake or deaf or what?

There's a big demonstration
arranged for tomorrow night.

We've littered the
place with handbills.

What's the matter?
Are you with us or against us?

Yes, yes, I shall be with you. Of course.

With a little more enthusiasm,
I hope. You'll need it.

Listen, we believe the police have
got wind of our plans already.

We'll be lucky if we're not
behind bars by this time tomorrow.

If you want my advice- which you don't-

you'll give up this whole idiotic
business and go back to your studies.

Let the police come, I say.!

What's the use of talking?
Talking's done nothing.

The pamphlets are no good either!

What we want is action!

Action'll tell 'em
we mean business.

We'll create a demonstration that'll be
heard from one end of France to the other.

We'll tear up the streets of Paris!

If they've got bayonets,
we've got knives!

- You've got the coach?
- Yes, monsieur.

- You're sure of your man?
- I had to pay him 200 francs. Too much, I know.

That doesn't matter.
Pay him his price. Four horses, mind.

Yes, with relays at Amiens, Abbeville, Cam-

Here's the advance.

Five hundred more if we reach Calais safely.

- There are just the two of you?
-Just the two of us.

I thought you were never coming.

Terrible night. Police everywhere.

Street fights and whatnot.

But the letter- the letter to Marius.
Did you deliver it?

The office was smashed up.
The police had raided it.

And Marius?

He escaped.

Then he didn't get it.
You didn't deliver it.

He doesn't know where I am,
and there's no means of telling him.

No, wait. As I was inquiring for him, a
strange girl came up. She took the letter.

- Said she'd give it to him.
- A girl?

Said her name was Eponine...

that you'd know her.

His secretary.

Eponine.

Oh.

- Don't open the door for anybody until I tell you.
- Yes, monsieur.

Well, the coachman's safe. That's one thing.

He's just rounding the corner.
Are you all packed?

Almost.

But we can't go with all
this fighting in the streets.

That's good. Don't you see? It's the ideal
time. The police will have their hands full.

- How far are we going?
- England.

- England?
- Mm-hmm.

- England.
- We shall be safe there.

- Yes, but-
- But what?

- It's a long way.
- That's all the better.

They won't follow us there,
and we shall be safe, you and I.

I can't go.

I can't leave him.

- He doesn't know where I am, and he'll think-
- Who?

Marius. We'll never find him.

Marius? What does he mean to you?

I love him.

Oh, you-you can't have seen
him twice in your life.

Oh, yes, I met him often.

I didn't tell you,
but we were going to tell you.

He was coming to
see you last night.

You didn't tell me.

You didn't tell me.

- Why should you keep this from me?
- I didn't mean to.

It was just a little
adventure at first, and then-

And now you think you love him, eh?

He's all the world to me. I can't leave him.

And me.

Me!

Have you nothing...

for me?

But you're my father.

I mean, I always think of you as my father.

I know you're not really.

But don't you see,
with Marius it's different.

It isn't just that lovely sense
of companionship I have with you.

It's- It's-

Well, it's the way every girl feels
for the man who's going to marry her.

You always knew I should have to
leave you one day, didn't you?

No one forgets that.

It's hurt you, hasn't it?

Hurt you horribly.

You're the last person in
the world I'd ever hurt.

Well, it's-

it's natural that you
should want to leave me.

Oh, but I didn't
until this happened.

I never thought of leaving you.
No one could have been happier than I.

Oh, please.

I'll go to England. I'll forget him somehow.

I will. I swear I will.

You mean that?

I'd be a poor thing...

if I couldn't do this for you,
after all you've done for me.

It's the one thing you want,
isn't it?

If I could do anything for him,
I would. You know I would.

But I can't. We don't even know where he is.

If we stay here, they'll arrest me.

Heaven only knows what'll happen to you.

No, no. We can make all inquiries
about him from England.

Now, that's best, isn't it?

Yes. Of course it's best.

Now, you-you finish packing.

Well, that- that's the coachman.

Who are you?

I've run halfway across Paris...

with all the police in France on my trail.

- There's a couple more waiting around the corner.
- Well, who are you?

- I've come to see a girl called Cosette.
- Why?

I- I have a message for her.

You can give it to me.
I'm her father. Who is it from?

- It's from Marius.
- Marius?

Yes!

I have to bring messages of his
undying affection to another woman!

I, who love him.

Funny, isn't it?

Brandy!

Where-Where-

Where is this boy Mar- Where is Marius now?

Fighting for his life in
the Faubourg St-Germain.

Police all around him. He and his stupid
students getting themselves slaughtered.

And for what?

I could have kept him out of it...

only when he didn't hear from his sweetheart,
he didn't care what happened to him.

Now he's in it- trapped in a blind alley,
determined to die for his silly cause.

Oh, aren't men fools!

Here. Here, take this.

Now, when will this
Cosette be back?

I must give her the message.
It was his wish. It may be his last.

She's here now.

I'm trying to get her to
go to England tonight.

- To England?
- Yes.

Then he may never see her again, perhaps.

But if we tell her where he is...

she'll want to go to him.

She couldn't get there.
You might, but she couldn't.

- Why should I go to him?
- Don't you want to save him for your daughter?

Why should I? She's all I have.

What's this boy to me that I
should risk my life for him?

I know just how you feel.

His message to her was that he loved her...

that if he came out of this alive,
he'd follow her to the ends of the Earth.

It seems they love each other.

What are we going to do
about this, you and I?

That defeats us both, doesn't it?

You don't want to give her up,
and I don't want to-

Give.

Give.

Will you tell her, or shall I?

Will you show me the way?
Can we get him out?

I know a way in, but heaven
knows if we'll ever get out.

- The coach is waiting. The horses are ready!
- Cosette. Cosette!

- We've found Marius. We're going to get him now.
- Let me go with you.

- No, that's not possible. You must stay here.
- But the coach, monsieur-

Send it back. We're not going
until later. Come along.

But, monsieur,
it's terrible out there.

LieutenantJavert!

A girl just come out of the house,
and a man with her!

Valjean!

Through that door! We'll lose him!

- Where's Marius?
- On the barricade.

- Who's this?
- Friend.

Who are you?

What'd you say?

Spy?

Police!

I might be a spy,
and I'm certainly the police!

- Tie him up!
-Police spy.!

Wait here.

- String him up! String him up!
- No, wait!

Let me! Let me!

This man has persecuted me for 20 years. I'll
do it the way they did it in the galleys.

- Police!
- Gendarmes!

- Police!
- Fire!

Now,Javert...

the hunt ends.

End it, then.

It had to be one of us.

You've hounded me...

pursued me.

You and your law.

Do your part. I've done mine.

I stand by everything I've done.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Now go on.

Do you think I'd take my freedom from you?

Shoot!

Go ahead.!

Shoot.!

You're a fool!

You know what'll happen.

I'll take you in the end!

You know I will!

You know I must!

Why?

Eponine! What are you doing here?
Go back! You'll be killed!

Come with me. I found Cosette.
She's waiting for you.

Marius!

Is he hurt badly?

No, no.

He'll be all right.

Thank you.

Javert.

Javert?

You're here.

I know it.

Where are you?

Where are you?

I'm ready.

All I ask...

is a few moments...

to say good-bye.

The law allows you nothing.

Here. Here, see.

It isn't me. It's nothing to do with me.
It's the law that wants you.

It's the law, see.

Well, you go ahead. I'll wait.

Feeling better, eh?

Yes, thank you.

You brought me here.

I know what you must have gone through...

and I'm very grateful.

Oh, it's nothing.

Nothing at all.

Cosette...

I must say good-bye.

I'm leaving. Now.

Leaving? Now?

Why? Where?

For England. The coach is at the door.

There's no time to be lost.

I must hurry.

You can't go like this. You can't!

We'll go with you. Won't we, Marius?

Oh, no. No.

It's better that I, uh- I go alone.

See, there are reasons.

After all, England isn't so very far away.

I'll write you every week. Every day.

- And you'll write me too.
- Yes, but-

And then someday- someday you and
Marius will come and visit me.

But you'll be alone, all alone.

Oh, no, my dear.

I'll have you right here...

always.

See, you're young.

You and Marius have your...

whole lives ahead of you.

Please, let me-

- I'll never be able to repay you.
- You owe me nothing.

Nothing.

For all I've ever done for you, I-

I've been well repaid.

Remember...

love each other always.

There's scarcely anything
else in life but that.

Let her be as precious to you...

as she's been to me.

She is.

I must go now, darling.

Keep these always.

Silver, they say.

But they're more than gold to me.

Remember...

as was once told me...

life is to give...

not to take.

Father of all...

I've done what I could.

Take what you will.

No, don't, sir.! Don't.!

Look.