All language subtitles for Les.Miserables.2018.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(CAWING)

(HORSE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)

(BOMBING IN DISTANCE)

Faster, run.

Thank you, Sergeant.

(GRUNTING)

(CAWS)

Argh!

(MUSKETS FIRING)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(MUSKET FIRES)
-(GROANS)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

-(MUSKET FIRES)
-(CAWS)

-(MUSKET FIRES)
-(GROANS)

(MUSKETS FIRING)

(GROANS)

-(PANTING)
-(MUSKET FIRES)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(CAWING)

(MAN GROANING)

(WOUNDED SOLDIER SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(MUSKET FIRES)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(CACKLES)

(PANTING)

What's the dickens here?

Let's have a look at ya. (GROANS)

(STRAINING)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

(MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(CANNONS FIRE IN DISTANCE)

(LAUGHS HEARTILY)

-(GROANS)
-Ooh.

You're not... You're not dead, mon ami.

(GROANS) Who won the battle?

Er, English. Oh. Worst luck. (CHUCKLES)

So, it's all over.

(THENARDIER BREATHING HEAVILY)

In my pocket,
you'll find a watch and a purse.

-Ah.
-You take them. They're yours.

Oh! Much obliged.

Er, well, there's...
There's nothing there.

Well, I don't...

-I must have been robbed. I'm sorry.
-(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

-(CANNONS FIRING IN DISTANCE)
-Ah.

-(ENGLISH SOLDIER SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
-They're coming. I'm off.

Wait, wait. You saved my life.

-Who are you?
-A Frenchman like you, monsieur.

And if...
If they catch me, I'll be shot.

FRENCH SOLDIER: Yeah, your name and...
Name and rank.

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Thenardier, sir.

-(MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
-Sergeant.

-You're a sergeant?
-Yes.

I will remember you.
And you remember me.

Colonel Pontmercy.

-And if we both survive...
-(CANNONS FIRING)

...you can call on me, I swear it.

Hush. Shh.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

Over there! There he goes!

(MUSKETS FIRING)

SOLDIER: Shoot him!

Up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Colonel Baron Pontmercy
for Monsieur Gillenormand.

GILLENORMAND: Pontmercy? Is he still
alive? I thought he died at Waterloo.

I'll see him all right.

I'll see him off with a flea in his ear.

You dare to come here.

Good day, father-in-law.

Don't you bring that up with me, sir.

I rue the day my poor daughter
ever set eyes on you.

And now the poor girl is dead.

I thanked God I need never see you again
and yet, here you are.

I was hoping, sir, that we could

make up our differences.

Were you?

I marvel at your insolence.

Make up our differences?
You gave up all hope of that

when you allied your fortunes
with that Corsican brigand Bonaparte.

I fought for France, sir.

Napoleon was a great man.
He still has my allegiance.

Better not say that too loud, young man.

France has a king again, thank God.

It's your lot that's spilling up
from lamp posts now.

How do you like that now
the boot's on the other foot? Ha.

Bonaparte is scum.

You're a traitor to your class.

Sir, will you at least let me
spend some time with my little boy?

Never. You will never set eyes on him
and I promise you this.

If you break my prohibition,
I'll disinherit him.

Sir, I beg you.
For Marius' sake, if not for mine.

Never.

He will be brought up
to curse your very name, Pontmercy.

Now, leave my house.
Go on. Get out. Get out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Monsieur.

I take the child to church
every Sunday at 10:00.

You can see him there.

Thank you. (STAMMERS) Which church?

Saint-Sulpice.

Saint-Sulpice.

Thank you.

Please, Favorite.

You won't have to look after me.
I can take care of myself.

(SIGHS) Go on.

FAVORITE: Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Please.

No, Fantine.

-You're too young. We won't let you.
-(SCOFFS)

But I'm old enough to work with you.

Come on, just let her come.

So, what do you say?

Well...

-I suppose.
-(GASPS) Thank you.

-(LAUGHS)
-(CHUCKLES)

She'll be fine.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

-You can look after her if she's not.
-(FANTINE CHUCKLES)

You have to do what we say, all right?

-(LAUGHS)
-Don't show me up, Fantine.

I promise I won't.

(SHIP CREAKING)

(PEOPLE COUGHING)

(METAL CLANGING)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

(MEN SHOUTING)

GUARD 1: Go.
GUARD 2: Come on!

GUARD 3: Move it out.

GUARD 4: Move.

-(WHIP CRACKS)
-GUARD 1: Go.

GUARD 4: Let's go. All right.

MAN 7: Come on. Move it.

GUARD 1: Let's go. Come on.

(WHIPS CRACKING)

GUARD: Come on!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUARD SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

-(GRUNTS)
-(YELLS)

Get back in line!

Back in line, scum.

Eyes forward, I said.

Keep on moving.

Move it. Move it.

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUARD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

-(WHIP CRACKS)
-(PRISONER GROANS)

(GUARD YELLING IN FRENCH)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

-(SCREAMS)
-Get back to work.

You heard me.

Pick 'em up, I said.

-Come on! Pick up them buckets!
-(GROANS)

Filthy dog.

What are you looking at?

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(SCREAMING)

(COUGHING)

(INJURED GUARD SCREAMING)

Well, get him out from under there.

(GUARDS SPEAK FRENCH)

(GUARD 1 SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

Use the ropes to get him
out from under that rock.

INJURED GUARD: Get it off!

-(GUARDS SPEAK IN FRENCH)
-JAVERT: Come on. There's four of you.

And get that lot back to work.

-(GUARD 2 SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
-(GRUNTING)

GUARD 1: Again.

-One, two, three.
-JAVERT: Use the ropes.

(INJURED GUARD SCREAMS)

(MEN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(INJURED GUARD SCREAMING)

GUARD 1: All right, let him in.

You can have a go.

(INJURED GUARD SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(INJURED GUARD SCREAMING)

(GUARDS STRAINING)

(MEN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(GUARD 2 SPEAKS FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(MAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Unshackle 24601
and put him in the guard room.

(GROANS)

(MAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(SHACKLES RATTLING)

-(SHIP CREAKING)
-Mmm.

Well, now, 24601.

What was all that about today?

You saving that guard's life. Why?

If you were trying to get yourself
an early release,

you tried in vain.

There's no hope of that. No hope at all.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Is that what you hope to achieve by it?

Your strong man act.

What for?

Make a fool of me?

I'm right, aren't I?

Let me tell you something
that might surprise you.

I could've been a criminal.

I was born in prison.

My parents were criminals.

Men like us have only two choices.

To prey on society or to guard it.

You chose the former,
I chose the latter.

And I can tell you,
if I'd chosen to be a criminal,

I would've been a hell of a lot
better one than you've turned out to be.

Nineteen years for a loaf of bread.

(SNICKERING)

You've got 12 months left to serve.

My guess you'll be back in here
before another year's gone by.

And next time,

it will be for life.

Whatever you think,

you can never win.

Guard!

Take him back.

-(BAND PLAYING FESTIVE MUSIC)
-(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Rich boys on the hunt, just like us.

(ALL LAUGH)

Look at blondie over there in the blue.

He looks as if he wants
to eat you, Fantine.

I think he looks nice.

(LAUGHING)

Blondie, it's your lucky night tonight.

What do you say then, gentlemen?
Will they do?

Well, I'd say they're ripe
for the plucking.

One or two of them have been
plucked before, I'd say.

I like a girl who knows
her way around a man.

Then I stake my claim
to the little brunette.

She's ravishing.

FAMEUIL: And what if she
prefers one of us?

To me? Impossible. No...
No, I'm serious, gentlemen.

Keep off the grass. She's mine.

(LAUGHS)

Don't be shy. Don't be shy.

Men. You could wait forever.

Come on, Fantine. Come on.

-Oh.
-Oh...

(CHUCKLES)

No, no, no. I'm afraid we cannot
permit you to dance without partners.

FAVORITE:
I thought you'd never ask, monsieur.

(CHUCKLES)

-Oh!
-(CHUCKLES)

May I ask your name, mademoiselle?

Fantine, monsieur.

Fantine.

(ALL CHEERING)

Come on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

So, are we going again next week?

As long as it's understood
they pay for everything

and bring us there and home again,
why not?

-Fantine?
-Oh, yes, of course.

(EXHALES) Look at her.
She's in love already.

No, I'm not.

Mmm-hmm.

Come here, pet.

You have to remember
they're not serious, these types.

They're just amusing themselves.

They come to Paris
to learn how to be fine gentlemen,

then they go home and they marry
the girl their father chose for them.

Maybe it's not always like that.

Yes, it is. It's always like that.

We're not like them.

We're not ladies, we're grisettes.

The ground we walk on,
it's not solid ground, Fantine.

We could fall through at any time.
We could be down in the gutter

and no one would care.

Plenty more where we come from.

But why should it always be like that?

Because it is.

(WOMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

Miss Fantine, the seam's crooked.
Unpick it and do it again.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

FAMEUIL: Slow and steady wins the race.

I'm not bad.

(BLACHEVELLE SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Come on, Felix,
get your back into it, man.

Fantine, keep up.

Come on, Felix.
We're getting left behind.

I don't care.

I just want to look at you.

Do I look very nice, then?

You look like an angel.

Favorite said I shouldn't believe
a single word you say.

Of course.

She wants to protect you.
She's a good friend.

But you know she has no need
to worry, Fantine.

You're the one with all the power
in this situation.

I'm utterly at your mercy.

I don't believe you.

Let me prove it.

How are you gonna prove it?

You'll see.

Before I met you,

I sought nothing

but my own selfish pleasure.

Now, I want to dedicate my life to you.

You see, I'm, er...

I'm a poet,

and I...

I hope to be famous one day.

And you will be my muse.

(CHUCKLES)

I wonder if you know how I'm suffering.

Are you going to be merciful, Fantine?

Will you take pity on me?

I don't want you to be sad.

And then...

You promise you'll be good to me, Felix?

On my life.

All right, then.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

GUARD: Move!

(GRUNTS)

-(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)
-(GRUNTS)

(GROANS) Ow!

-(PRISONER SCREAMING)
-GUARD: Don't touch him!

What did he do?

He struck me, sir.

All right. Pull him out.

(PRISONER SCREAMING)

HEAD GUARD: On your knees, scum.

All of you, get down.

Don't look at me!
On your knees and stay there.

JAVERT: Discipline must be maintained.

Otherwise civilisation would collapse.

Firing squad.

Present arms.

Take aim.

(MUSKETS COCK)

Fire.

GILLENORMAND: To order restored.

Now, everyone knows their place again.

-The king.
-The king.

Good boy.

Napoleon was a scoundrel. What was he?

-Scoundrel.
-Heh.

And your papa,

I'm sorry to say,

is a scoundrel, too.

Don't look at me like that.
I speak the truth.

A traitor to his class,

and that is why he will never
be welcome at this table.

He should be rotting in prison
or in exile like his master.

-Scoundrel.
-Scoundrel.

Good boy.

You know, Marius,

it gives me no pleasure
to speak of your father

in these terms.

A boy should be able to respect
his father.

Never mind. Your grandpapa is here
to show you the right path in life.

All done? Good boy.

Take him away, Nicolette.

Er, and... And no more sullen looks
or you'll feel the back of my hand.

Come on, Marius.

Yeah, well... Wait, wait.
Give your grandpapa a kiss.

Good boy. Sleep tight.

Mind the fleas don't bite. (CHUCKLES)

You'll be taking him to church
in the morning?

Yes, monsieur.

GILLENORMAND: Yes, good.
Off you go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Is this okay? There. Turn around
and let me look at your trousers.

There you are.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Thank you.

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

Merci.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY
IN FRENCH)

Monsieur.

Monsieur.

MAN: Bonjour.

(GRUNTS)

(BUZZING)

(GUARD 1 SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

GUARD 2: 24601.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

-(SHACKLES RATTLING)
-(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

(CELL DOOR CREAKING)

(CELL DOOR SLAMS)

JAVERT: Unshackle him.

Take off your things.

Trousers, shirt, jacket, cap, shoes.

Put them on.

What about my savings?

One hundred and seventy-one francs.

One hundred and nine.

One hundred and seventy-one.

Kept a record in my head.

A common error.

The prisoners calculate the sum
from the number of days of imprisonment,

not the number of working days.

-(LAUGHS MALICIOUSLY)
-After deductions of days not worked,

that is to say Sundays, public holidays,

and contributions
for the annual Christmas dinner,

the sum comes to 109 francs.

(COINS JINGLE)

Spend it wisely.

Here's your passport.

You are required to show this
to authorities

in every town and village
you pass through.

You have your name back, Monsieur 24601.

I wonder if you can remember what it is.

Jean Valjean.

Are you sure about that?

Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean!

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(GROANS)

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH)

Monsieur.

(COIN CLINKS)

Monsieur, good evening.

She will be, er, happy to see you.

-And your magnificent trousers.
-(COINS CLINKING)

(BABY CRYING)

Oh, my.

-(FELIX CHUCKLES)
-(GASPS)

-(CHIRPING)
-(DOG BARKS)

(FELIX SIGHS)

Oh, what is it, Felix?

Oh, you know me, I get these, erm...

Silly fancies.

What sort of fancies?

One day, I'll come round,
and you'll tell me,

"It's all over, I found a new lover."

I love you, silly.

But you're far too beautiful.

-Are you fishing for compliments?
-(CHUCKLES)

But we've had our fun, haven't we?

I wouldn't harbour any grudges
if you abandon me now

for a younger lover.

I'll never abandon you.

You're the love of my life.

I know youth must have its day.

I wish you'd stop talking like that,
I don't like it.

(SIGHS) All right, change of subject.

Listen.

My friends and I have arranged
a surprise for you and your friends.

Next Sunday, special outing, all day.

All day?

-(CHUCKLES)
-(GASPS) Oh, you're so good to us.

Show me your papers.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING IN FRENCH)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN 1: Come on.
MAN 2: What are you doing? Hey!

JEAN: Can you do with a man?

Yeah, all right. You look strong enough.

Get to it.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(WOMAN SPEAKS FRENCH)

(THUDS)

(PANTING AND CHUCKLES)

They got more.

That's enough for you.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

-(DOG BARKING)
-(GRUNTS)

(DOGS BARKING)

OLD LADY: What are you doing there,
my friend?

Trying to sleep, what does it look like?

-Why don't you go to an inn?
-JEAN: I did. Wouldn't take me.

No one would take me.
They shut their doors against me.

Have you tried knocking on that door?

-Which one?
-The house with the light in the window.

No.

Knock there.

MAGLOIRE: Have you heard
what people are saying, Monsignor?

All the town's talking about it.

-About what?
-(TAPS QUILL)

The bad man that's roaming the town.

They said he was a desperado
with a terrible face.

I daresay...

-A man can't help his face...
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
-Come in.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GASPS)

What can we do for you, my son?

I want something to eat
and a bed for the night.

I've got money, I can pay.

A woman told me to knock on your door.

Then you've come to the right place.

We have a bed for you,
and we were just about to eat.

Would you set another place
at the table, Madam Magloire?

-(SLURPING)
-(CUTLERY CLINKING)

It's good?

Yeah, it's good.

Yes, you were very hungry, I think.

Let me pour you some more wine.

You're a funny sort of priest.

I had a priest in prison. Not like you.

You say I don't have to pay
for any of this?

What is mine is yours, monsieur.

But I've got money.

109 francs.

And five sous.

And how long did it take you
to earn that?

Nineteen years.

Nineteen years.

Nineteen years of hard labour.

Well, the five sous, I earned today.
Should have been seven, but...

He cheated me.

Yellow passport, people take advantage.

You have suffered a great deal,
my friend.

Chained and shackled, night and day.

Beaten for a word, beaten for a look,
beaten for nothing, for 19 years.

And now, the yellow passport,
so they've still got me.

But this is, er...

Hmm, different.

This is like I'm dreaming.

(CHUCKLES)

Is this a trick?

Monsieur, the Bishop
treats everyone the same.

Yes, God tells us
to love our fellow men.

How can I love my fellow man
when he treats me worse than a dog?

It's easy for you.

You can afford to be kind and gentle.

You can afford to share
your food and wine.

-Am I right?
-Yes, of course, you're right.

Absolutely right, it is easy for me...

But, consider this, even if the world
has done you a great injustice,

does it really serve you
to have a heart full of

bitterness and hatred?

How can I not have a heart
full of bitterness and hatred?

-I'd like to see you...
-(UTENSIL CLATTERS)

...after 19 years in the hulks.

So don't preach to me
about God and love!

BISHOP: I beg your pardon, forgive me.
I should have

considered your feelings.

But you don't think it possible?

That kindness and love can change a man?

(CHUCKLES)

No.

This is my bedroom.

Here.

And this

is where you'll sleep.

Tomorrow morning,
you'll have a cup of warm milk,

straight from our very own goat.

You give me a bed right next to yours?
Are you crazy?

How do you know I'm not a murderer?

Well, that's the good Lord's business,
not mine.

Or, to put it another way,

I'll take my chance with you, my friend.

Go to bed now.

And sleep well.

(BISHOP SNORING SOFTLY)

(SOFT RATTLING)

(SILVERWARE CLANGS)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

MAGLOIRE: Monsignor. Monsignor.

-What is it?
-The silverware basket, it's gone.

No, no, it's, er...
It's here, look, over there.

(GASPS)

What about the silverware?

Oh, now, there, I...

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

It's been stolen.

God's sake. It was that man who was here
last night, he must have taken it.

(MAGLOIRE MUTTERS)

Ungrateful beast.

After all your kindness.

But when you think about it,

was all that silver really ours
in the first place?

Yes, it was.

Of course, it was!

More to the point,
what are we going to eat with now?

And, really, do we need
even a wooden fork or spoon...

-(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)
-...to dip a piece of bread

into a bowl of milk?

But to think what might
have happened last night.

Letting a wild beast like that
into your house.

We're lucky all he did was steal.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Come in.

SERGEANT: Monsignor,
this man was arrested 10 miles away

with a quantity of silverware
in his knapsack,

which I believe
to be the property of the Church.

Ah, thank you, Sergeant,
for bringing him back to me.

Er, welcome back!

I'm glad to see you.

You forgot to take the candlesticks,
didn't you?

What?

What, didn't he tell you, that I said
he could have the silverware?

SERGEANT: He refused to answer
when questioned, Monsignor.

BISHOP: Well, that was his right.

But, er, no harm done,
of course, you were doing your duty,

so all is well.

You can go now.

Let him go free?

That's right, and thank you
for your trouble.

You may go now.

-If you say so, Monsignor.
-I do, good day to you.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHAINS UNLOCKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Here you are. Put them in your knapsack.

Monsignor, what does this man
want with our candlesticks?

I assume he's going to sell them
for as much as he can get.

Don't forget.

Don't ever forget.

Do you promise to use the proceeds
to become an honest man?

I don't remember that.

Nevertheless, it's what you want,
isn't it?

-To lead a good life?
-No.

I don't know.

Jean Valjean, my brother,

you do not belong to evil any more.

You belong to good.

I have bought your soul
with that silverware.

-And these candlesticks...
-(SILVERWARE RATTLES)

Nothing to be done about it,
I'm afraid.

You belong to God now,
Jean Valjean, go in peace.

God be with you.

-(JEAN INHALES)
-(SILVERWARE RATTLES)

(SCREAMS)

-(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)
-(DOOR CREAKS)

-(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
-Well, that's that.

I've done all I can.

It's up to Jean Valjean now.

(LAUGHING)

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY IN ITALIAN)

FELIX: Be quiet, please.

(CHUCKLES)

-(SQUEALS)
-Oh.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

-(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-(LAUGHING)

ZEPHINE: Go on!

-Ahhh!
-FAMEUIL: Come on, come on, come on!

BLACHEVELLE: Run!
FAMEUIL: Yes, yes, yes!

(CHEERING)

-(SQUEALS)
-BLACHEVELLE: We are the winners!

FANTINE: You said there'd be a surprise.
FELIX: The surprise comes later.

BLACHEVELLE:
So, do you love me, Favorite?

Of course, I do, Blachevelle, darling.

I adore you. (LAUGHS)

So, what would you do
if I stopped loving you?

Oh, no. Don't say that, even as joke.

I'd run after you,
and scratch your eyes out.

-(URINATING)
-(CHUCKLES)

What you said just then
about Blachevelle,

you don't really mean it, do you?

-I detest him.
-(CHUCKLES)

He's too full of himself,
and he's stingy.

(SIGHS) There's a boy down my street
I'm in love with.

Thing is, (SIGHS)
he only makes 20 sous a day,

so what are you gonna do?

Don't look at me like that, Fantine.

I know you love your Felix,
and he's not stingy.

(SIGHS) I will give you that.
Setting you up in your own place.

All done.

-(LAUGHING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(PARTY HORN BLOWING)

-FELIX: You are terrible.
-(LAUGHING)

FAMEUIL: Waiter, waiter.

Waiter, another bottle, please. Two?

-Two.
-Two more.

-Two more.
-(TAPPING GLASS)

Ladies and gentlemen!

-Ooh!
-A little decorum, if you please.

-Decorum.
-Shh!

FELIX: Let's bring some dignity
to the banquet.

Oh, leave us alone, Felix.

Down with the tyrants!

(FAMEUIL SCATS HEARTILY)

(BLACHEVELLE LAUGHING)

FELIX: Friends, I appeal to you,

there must be a limit, even to a meal

-such as this one has been.
-(CHUCKLES) Oh.

Gluttony punishes the glutton,
and remember,

all our passions, even love,

can die through over-indulgence.

"Moderation" is the watch word.
Moderation in all things.

-(THUMPING TABLE)
-BLACHEVELLE: Hear, hear, good speech.

-Er, now sit down and shut up.
-FELIX: But I haven't finished.

I haven't finished!
A toast to merriment.

ALL: To merriment.
FELIX: Life is good.

Everything is beautiful.

I'm surrounded by beauty.

(FAMEUIL CHUCKLES)

ALL: Aw!

-(SNICKERING)
-(GIGGLES)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

That's better.

Now come and sit down

-and be sensible, please.
-Oh...

-No.
-Please.

The moment has come.

It's time for the surprise.

-(GASPS)
-FAMEUIL: Surprise?

-Gentlemen...
-(CHUCKLES)

The surprise.

BLACHEVELLE: Bonjour.

(THUMPING TABLE)

Don't be long.

FELIX: Oopsie-daisy.

-Make it a good one.
-It will be.

Felix. Felix, the surprise!

(SNICKERING)

(MEN SNICKERING)

-(SNICKERING)
-Shh! Shh!

-Shh!
-Shh!

Shh.

-(THUDS)
-Oh!

(LAUGHS)

At last, the surprise,
what's it gonna be?

I don't know, but I hope it's pretty.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Gold necklaces.

-No.
-FAVORITE: I don't think.

What's that, where...
Where are the gentlemen?

The gentlemen
have left a letter for you.

-Give it.
-Mmm!

(CHUCKLES)

It says, "This is the surprise."

Well, go on then, open it.

Good job one of us can read. Right.

Here we go.

"All loving mistresses,

"at last, it is time to remind you
that we have parents.

"We have estates far away in the country
and we have duties to perform.

"Our fathers are calling
their prodigal sons home,

"and killing fatted calves for us.

"By the time you read this,

"three galloping horses will be carrying
us home to our mammas and papas.

"We are leaving, we have left.

"Lament us briefly,
and replace us rapidly.

"Signed Felix, Blachevelle, and Fameuil.

"P.S. The meal is paid for."

(CHURCH BELLS TOLL IN DISTANCE)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(BOY SINGING IN FRENCH)

(CONTINUES SINGING)

Did you see my 40 sous, monsieur?

No.

Will you move your foot, monsieur?

What's your name?

Petit-Gervais.
Will you move your foot now?

Go on, get out of here.

-Get lost, go on!
-You've got it, haven't you?

You've got my money!
You're a dirty thief, a curse on you!

(PETIT-GERVAIS SOBBING)

(JEAN CHUCKLES)

(CHURCH BELLS TOLL IN DISTANCE)

Petit-Gervais!

Petit-Gervais!

Petit-Gervais!

Here's Maman.

Was she a good girl?

OLD WOMAN: Good as gold.

(GIGGLING)

I hope you were, too, mademoiselle.

Aren't I always?

(COSETTE FUSSING)

(FANTINE SOBBING)

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

-(SNIFFLES)
-(COSETTE FUSSING)

(SHUSHING)

(HUMMING)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

Oh, Cosette...

What ever are we gonna do now?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)