All language subtitles for Les.Miserables.2018.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

JAVERT: Nineteen years
for a loaf of bread.

(SCREAMS)

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

And next time, it'll be for life.

You can never win.

FANTINE: Do you promise
to be good to me, Felix?

On my life.

FANTINE: Three galloping horses

will be carrying us home
to our mammas and papas.

We are leaving. We have left.

Oh, Cosette, what ever
are we gonna do now?

Rich pickings here.
(GRUNTING)

-(GROANS)
-Ooh.

You saved my life.

-Who are you?
-Thenardier, sir.

BISHOP: Jean Valjean, my brother.

I have bought your soul
with that silverware,

and these candlesticks.

You belong to good.

Did you see my 40 sous, monsieur?

Get lost, go on!

You've got my money.
You're a dirty thief.

Petit-Gervais.

(WIND HOWLING)

Maman, I'm tired.

Two, three, oh,
that's a good girl.

(SIGHS)

All right.

(PANTING)

Maman loves you.

Very much.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH)

You have two lovely children
there, madam.

They are.

They are. Though I say so,
I shouldn't.

Eponine and Azelma,
my pride and joy, aren't you, girls?

Here, but you've got
a lovely little one too.

Such fine clothes.

Do you wanna come and sit down,
take the weight off your feet?

Thank you, madam.

Your little girl can play with mine.
What's her name?

Cosette.

You've come a long way.
You look ever so tired.

From Paris.

I'm on my way to Montreuil.

I've heard there's some good work
to be had there.

Oh, where's hubby?

Um...

He's... He's dead.

Oh, dear.

So you've had a hard time of it
I dare say.

Yes, I have.

But once I get into a steady job,

I'll soon be on my feet again.

Yeah, of course you will.

Though, it's not easy holding down a job
with a little one in tow, is it?

-(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
-No.

You keep the inn here?

Yeah, that's right, dear.
Thenardier's the name.

See that sign there? That's my husband.

He was the hero of Waterloo.

Saved a Colonel's life.

Carried him on his back through
a hail of bullets.

Was your hubby a military man at all?

No.

-Poet.
-Oh.

Very nice.

Not a lot of money in that though,
I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, look at that.

Children make friends
in no time, don't they?

Maman.

Look, if you walked past that
you'd swear they were three sisters.

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

Could you look after
my child for a while, madam?

-Oh.
-You see you were right.

It's hard to get work especially
when you have a child with you.

Well, especially when you're
on your own.

It's just, when I saw your little ones

looking so pretty
and well cared for, I...

I knew that the good Lord
had guided me here. Will you?

I could pay.

-Six francs a month.
-Seven.

(CHUCKLES)
Good morning, mademoiselle.

-Monsieur...
-It'll have to be seven,

You wouldn't want us to skimp on
her meals now, would you?

So that's seven francs,
six months in advance.

Oh, I'll be back before then
to get her I'm sure, monsieur.

Uh-uh, in that case of course
we'd refund you,

but those are the terms, regrettably.

We can't make any exceptions or uh...

Where would we be?

-Six sevens, that is 42 francs.
-Yeah.

And we'll have to think
about initial expenses too,

of course, shall we say a nominal sum
of 15 francs?

15, 42, that's 57 francs.

Yeah, 57...

I'll pay it.

You will look after her?

-And love her like your own.
-Ah!

We love her already,
don't we, Thenardier?

Of course, we do.
How could we not. Come here.

Come on, believe me, mademoiselle,

your little darling will want for
nothing in our love and care.

Yeah?

(SOBBING) Thank you.

(LAUGHS) Come here. Come here,
little ones. Come and play with Daddy.

Oh, look. Oh, look, that's a lovely cup
of tea you've got there, eh?

Yeah.

Cosette.

Now, you're to be a good girl.

And this kind lady and gentleman

will look after you for a while.

Maman.

And maman will be
back for you very soon.

-Maman.
-It's all right, my darling

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Maman. Maman.

Maman, please. Maman. Maman.

-Maman. Maman, please.
-I'll be back darling.

-It's all for the best.
-All right.

Can't let them have
all their own way, can we?

Maman!

All right. Come on.
Bye, Maman.

(CRYING)
Maman, please, please.

(COSETTE CRYING)

Maman.

(FANTINE CRYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: Père Madeleine
as he is known by many of you,

came to Montreuil three years ago.

On the very day he arrived,

he rushed into a burning house

and brought out two children,
saving their lives.

He has brought new industry to the area.

And his factory,

has turned the fortunes
of our town around.

We are all better off

because of Père Madeleine.

He has been a wise
and generous employer.

Ever reluctant to put himself forward,

he has at last,

been persuaded by the grateful citizens,

to accept the office

of Mayor of Montreuil.

Madame and Monsieur, Monsieur Madeleine.

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: (CHEERING) Monsieur Madeleine.

Citizens of Montreuil, my friends.

Uh, thank you for the uh...

Trust that you've
(STAMMERING) shown in me.

Good day.

Monsieur Madeleine.

(ALL CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Excuse me, I'm looking for some work.
-Wait here.

Come.

Come. There's nothing
to be frightened of. Here, sit here.

Your name?

Fantine, monsieur.

Fantine Thibault.

And you're new in the town.

Yes, I was living in Paris.

What work were you doing there?

I was a seamstress at a dress-makers.

Well, the work here needs
nimble fingers too, so, uh...

-Think you can learn it?
-Yes.

And if you take me, I'll work very hard.

You won't regret it.

Good.

So what are your uh...
Family circumstances?

Well, I am alone in the world, sir.

No husband?

-No.
-No lover?

No children?

As, as I said, sir, I'm...

I'm alone in the world.

It's very important to me
and to you, Fantine,

that you are completely honest with me.

You don't believe me?

Why should you care
about my life anyway?

I care about all my workers.

So...

All alone in the world.

Yes, monsieur.

Well, I'll take you
on a month's probation.

And if you work well,
you can prosper here.

Thank you.

Monsieur, thank you, thank you.

Madame Victurnien,
will you show her to her table.

Are you able to begin right away?

Yes of course, Monsieur Madeleine.

Good.

-Go now.
-Thank you again...

Monsieur.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN: His bed head's
supposed to be solid gold.

Carved angel's wings, everything.

Oh, I wouldn't mind
spreading my wings in his bed.

-(CHUCKLES)
-What?

Be a bit gentler, Fantine,
you don't wanna snag it.

It's good, Fantine.

You're getting the hang of it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GREETING IN FRENCH)

Thank you.

Are you all right?

JEAN: You take that.
BOY: Merci.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

FANTINE: And I hope this finds you well.

Monsieur and Madame Thenardier.

And that my Cosette
has been a good girl for you.

Tell her, maman loves her.

And sends her a thousand kisses.

-And hopes to be able to fetch her...
-Collect her.

Collect her.

Thank you.

THENARDIER: And she sends you
a thousand kisses. (SMOOCHES)

And hopes to be able
to collect her very soon.

"I remain your very humble..."

Ooh. Et cetera, et cetera.
Very fancy language.

She sent the money, eh?

Sent a bit extra
to buy the dear little thing

some treats, well,
that won't be happening.

If she's got enough to send a bit extra,
I think it's time to raise the rates.

What do you reckon?

12 francs. Nah, 15.

I'll write to her today.

I could do with a treat, Thenardier.

And you shall get one, my little pigeon.

All in good time.

-Once things look up a bit.
-All right?

Any spare cash has
got to go towards bills,

I don't know what it is.

Whatever I do, nothing seems to prosper.

Oh!

Wild Duck down the road gets
plenty of custom.

-Why not me?
-Get back in your corner, Gavroche.

Come on, you little beast,
get out of my sight.

(GRUNTS) Do you know,
it's a strange thing, Thenardier,

but I've never been
able to cope with that one.

I could do anything for my girls.

Oh, but that nasty little creature.

Don't bring any maternal instincts
out in me at all.

Well, born under a bad sign, love.
Nothing you can do about it. (GRUNTS)

Do you know, Thenardier,
you know you said how

it's funny this place
never seems to prosper.

-Yeah, I did.
-Have you ever considered

my love, that people talk.

And the coachmen, like, they might say,

"Oh, now, don't go in there, sir,
'cause Thenardier waters down the beer.

"And short changes
you into the bargain."

(CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)

I've often thought
you could have a sign outside,

saying "Come in here,
if you want to be swindled."

(GROANS)

You shut your mouth.

When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it, yeah?

Go on.

What you looking at? You want some too?

(BELL TOLLS IN THE DISTANCE)

(DOG BARKING)

Monsieur le Maire.

The new chief of police
is here to see you.

Monsieur le Maire, I...

Thought we should become acquainted.

My name is Javert.

I arrived in Montreuil last night.

Please, take a seat, Inspector.

Can I offer you a drink?

No. Thank you, Monsieur le Maire.

Forgive me, is that how
you prefer to be addressed?

I've heard you called Père Madeleine.

Um, Monsieur le Maire will do.

You have a fine establishment here.

Thank you.

I am told you have restored
the prosperity of the town

by giving employment
to all those who are willing to work.

Consequently, there
is very little crime here.

Yes, I'd like to think that that is so.

But a thief does not steal
because he is poor and desperate.

He steals because
he has a criminal mentality.

Because he is degenerate.

Because he is, to put it simply,

wicked.

Well, there, I have to tell you
that we disagree.

Really?

I believe most of us
are capable of good and evil.

And how we turn out
depends on our circumstances.

And how we are treated.

And has your own experience
led you to that conclusion?

Yes, it has.

Well...

Monsieur le Maire.

I look forward to many
interesting discussions on this topic.

For now, let me assure you,
that as your Chief of Police,

I shall do everything in my power,

to seek out, apprehend, and punish

every single wrong-doer
in your fine town.

Glad to hear it, Inspector.

But I think your task won't be
too demanding here in Montreuil.

Perhaps.

On cursory inspection,
your citizens seem

to be contented and well-ordered.

So why does an ambitious man
choose a posting like this?

You deduce that I am ambitious.

Since I left the prison service,

I've dedicated myself

to pursuing not only
the obvious offences,

but the hidden ones.

Not only in the present,
but in the past.

See, sometimes a man may seem to be rich

successful, prosperous, virtuous.

While all the time he may be harbouring

a secret.

Something rotten in his past.

Is it right that such
a secret should remain hidden?

Is it right that such a man
should continue to enjoy

the fruits
of his wickedness undiscovered?

You think there is such
a man here in this town?

Oh.

There are such men everywhere,
Monsieur le Maire.

That's what makes
my work so fascinating.

Of course, one must have
incontrovertible proof of guilt.

And that takes time.

Well, I don't wanna keep you.

It's been a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

Likewise.

You know, I've been thinking
as we've talked.

You remind me of someone I used
to know rather well at one time.

He stole from a child.

And never paid for his crime.

Can't recall his name now.

Ah, well, goodnight.

Monsieur le Maire.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WOMAN 1: I still can't believe
he didn't invite me.

WOMAN 2: Fabs would,
wouldn't you, Fabby?

WOMAN 3: Shut up.

Has anyone ever been up there?

-I bet he'd let Fantine in, though.
-Why me?

'Cause he likes you,
and we've seen him looking.

I'd bet he'd let you in his room.

Let you in his bed.

Would you if he asked?

No.

All right, hoity-toity.

What's that, Fantine?
That's pretty.

-It's nothing...
-Oh, look, Fabs, it's a little bird.

Oh, that is nice.

-Who is it for?
-No one.

Look out, Vicky's coming.

What's this?

Show me.

Who told you to do this?

No one madam, but I finished my quota.

You're not here to amuse yourself
when you finish your quota

-you ask for more work.
-Sorry, madam.

I've a good mind
to dismiss you on the spot.

Please, no madam.

Please.

Consider this a final warning.

Nasty, old bitch.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: "I know your little girl's health

"and happiness is as dear to you

"as it is to my dear wife and me.

"A trifling sum..."

Trifling sum,
this fellow writes abominably.

"A trifling sum of 15 francs a month."

15 francs a month!

I can't pay that.

Do you want to hear the rest or not?

"We expect to receive this money
due to us

"very promptly."

She was some kind
of a prostitute, you say?

Well, I don't like
to speak ill of anyone.

But yes. And no doubt
the little girl was conceived in sin

and become some sort of encumbrance.

I know. It doesn't bear
thinking about, does it?

These people,
they don't lead natural lives.

I mean, she's probably forgotten
all about the little girl now.

She still writes to you.

Oh, yeah, I mean...

Now and then when she thinks about it,

like, "I hope you're looking after her
proper and all that", and so on.

But what good is that to us?
Or the little girl.

I think...

You have been taken advantage of.

You're right there, madam. Were you
thinking about staying a night or two?

'Cause we have a lovely room
on the front that's vacant just now.

I've taken a room at the Wild Duck.

-Coachman recommended it.
-Ah!

I was one of the heroes of Waterloo.

I was awarded the Légion d'honneur

by Napoleon himself.
Would you care to examine it?

-No, thank you.
-No, yeah.

Good day to you.
Thank you for your time.

Miserable old cow. Eh?

-Good riddance.
-(CLAPPING)

(CRYING)

Oh, shut up.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Napoleon Bonaparte
did more harm to France

than all the armies of Britain, Russia,
and Austria combined.

A barbarian, a savage.

Thanks be to God,
now a despised exile.

But here is a young man
who thinks in the right way. Gentlemen,

my grandson, Marius Pontmercy.

Napoleon was a traitor to his country.

And my father was
a traitor to his country too.

I spit upon them both.

-(SPITS)
-(LAUGHS)

Vive le Roi. Vive la France!

ALL: Vive le Roi. Vive la France!

(LAUGHS) Good boy.

(WHISPERING) Monsieur,
this has just arrived.

Well, young man,

it seems your father

is on his deathbed.

Now, what do you say

to that?

Good.

So do I.

-So do I.
-(ALL LAUGH)

Well, off you go, my dear.

MAID: The boy should see his father
before he dies, monsieur.

It's only right.

Well, I won't forbid it,

if he wants to go.

Do you?

If you don't,

you might be sorry your whole life.

It's all right.

I'll go with you.

Hmm.

Women, you have to love them, don't you?

(ALL LAUGH)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Monsieur le Maire, come quickly.

-Monsieur le Maire.
-Madam.

-Monsieur, no, please.
-No, I have to go.

-Monsieur.
-MAN: Help me.

JEAN: Unload that cart.

Control that horse.

Someone untether the horse.

-(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-MAN: Help me!

(SCREAMS)

Hold on Fauchelevent,
we'll get you out.

We'll get someone to Flachot’s place.

That's 20 minutes from here,
he'll be crushed to death by then.

It's all in hand, Monsieur le Maire.

Help me!

(SCREAMS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

-(SCREAMS)
-JEAN: Hold on!

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING AND GRUNTING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Congratulations, Monsieur le Maire.

Most instructive,

and witnessed by so many.

-Monsieur Madeleine...
-Not now.

This immoral young woman is a disgrace
to the factory and the town.

It's not true. I am innocent.

I regret to say Monsieur,
she's no better than a whore.

She has a bastard child
she abandoned at Montfermeil.

FANTINE: No, I never abandoned her.

I never abandoned her.

I send 15 francs per month,
more than half my wage.

-Lying little whore, you're a disgrace.
-Please, Monsieur le Maire.

Believe me, my Cosette
is all I care about.

Lying little whore.

This is what she does
when she is supposed to be working.

-A toy for her little bastard.
-Monsieur le Maire,

-believe me.
-Enough. Enough both of you, enough.

Fantine Thibault.

Yes, monsieur.

I remember I asked you
about your family, and you said,

you were alone in the world.

I thought that if I told you about
my little girl, you'd turn me away.

You lied to me.

There was no harm in it.

I was... I was frightened of you.

Don't listen to her, monsieur,
she is an immoral woman.

I am not. I am not.

But the child is yours?

-Is that a crime?
-And she abandoned it.

No, I didn't, please believe me.

I can't believe you.

(ALL MURMURING)

You're dismissed.

But what am I going to do?

Here's 50 francs. I advise you
to leave the town, mademoiselle.

No, I can't leave this town.

-I owe people money here.
-Well, find some other employment.

They said that you were
a kind and good man.

I thought you were.

But you're not.

You're a monster!

-A monster.
-That's enough.

That's enough.

How dare you insult
our good Père Madeleine?

Out, now!

This minute.

(SOBBING)

Come on!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Chief Inspector, my name is Javert.

I've just taken charge in Montreuil.

Inspector Javert,
what are you doing in Paris?

I've identified a dangerous criminal.

I've come to consult you
on how to proceed.

Who is this man?

His name is Jean Valjean.

I knew him years ago
at the prison hulks at Toulon.

He stole from a child within
days of his release and fled.

A man of exceptional strength
and brutality

is now posing as the Mayor of Montreuil.

You're mistaken.

I tell you what. I know the man.

Jean Valjean's in custody.
He was arrested four days ago.

At Ailly-le-Haut-Clocher.

In due course, he will stand trial.

Has this man confessed
to being Jean Valjean?

Not yet. But he will.

He's been identified.

-But, monsieur, there's no way...
-Bear in mind...

It's a very serious matter
making accusations

against important public figures.

I'd advise you to be more careful,
Inspector Javert.

Evening, Monsieur le Maire.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PRIEST PRAYING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mon Père.

You came.

Good boy.

You will be Baron Pontmercy now.

The honour was bestowed on me,

by Napoleon himself at Waterloo.

And now it is yours, by right.

There was a man...

Called Thenardier.

He saved my life.

You ever meet him,
you do the best you can.

(COUGHS)

MAN: The child has
caught a miliary fever.

Oh, my God.

They're asking for money for medicine.

40 francs.

My poor child.

Why not go and fetch your daughter here?

And have her share
my wretched life? I...

Don't wanna bring shame on her head.

She's better off where she is.

Though God knows how
I'll find the money for her keep now.

Well...

You're a very pretty young woman.

There's always ways
that a pretty young woman can

make a living. If you know what I mean.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

MAN: I'm buying and I'm selling.
I am selling and I'm buying tonight.

If you're bored and toothless,
you can change your life.

I am selling and I'm buying tonight,
ladies and gentlemen.

I've got golden, I've got glossy black.

I've got curly. I've got straight.
I've got long and I've got short. Here.

Have a feel of this one.

Is that soft as silk?

And teeth.

How'd you like to go home tonight
with a lovely new set of teeth?

And I'll take what you've got
in part exchange.

Can't say fairer than that now, can I?

Oh, I say, there's a beauty.

Make way ladies. Let her come through.

That's it, my dear.

Now that is as lovely a head of hair
as I've seen in a long while.

Let it all down, my dear.

-Are you selling, dear?
-How much?

Ten francs.

-Is that all?
-That's the top rate.

You won't get more anywhere.

But if you was thinking of parting
with those lovely white teeth now,

Just the two front ones, even.

I could give you two Napoleons
for those.

40 francs.

50 altogether.

Just five minutes work.

What do you say?

All right.

A short intermission,
ladies and gentlemen.

Don't go away.

Sit yourself down there, my love.

(SCISSORS SNIPPING)

What's your name?

Fantine.

Lovely.

Look at this, Mother.

We don't often see anything
as good as this, do we?

Now, are you quite sure
you wanna go through with this?

You're allowed to change
your mind, you know.

I'm sure.

Here we go then.

That's it. Nearly done.

Looking good, Mother?

There. It'll soon grow again,
I dare say.

All right. Help me
hold her still, Mother.

(SCREAMING)

-(SCREAMING)
-It's coming... Yeah.

(SCREAMING AND CRYING)

Number one.

(SCREAMING)

Shh, no, it's coming.

(SCREAMING AND CRYING)

Oh, that's more like it.

(EXCLAIMS) Hey,
she must be rolling in it.

I don't think we've been asking
for enough, what do you think?

(LAUGHS)

The poor little girl's at death's door.

And the doctor's demanding...
What do you reckon?

-100.
-Yeah. (LAUGHS)

MADAME THENARDIER:
Go on, do it properly.

MAN: "We beg that you do all you can

"for little Cosette.

"Thenardier."

Tell them I'll send it as soon as I can.

And how are you going
to raise the money, hmm?

I've sold my hair and my teeth,

I might as well get on with it
and sell the rest.

Ah, mademoiselle,

what a shame.

You think so?

You've gone about it
the wrong way round, my dear.

You should've gone on the game

before you sold your

pretty hair and your lovely white teeth.

Who's gonna take you
looking like that, huh?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Get out!

(COUGHING)

(WHISPERS)

(SIGHS)

Fantine, is that you? Fantine?

-Fantine?
-Leave her.

MAN: Evening, ladies...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-A lovely night for it.
-Indeed, it is.

-(COUGHS)
-(LAUGHING)

Oh, my God!

(LAUGHS) What have we got here?

Oh, what a sight!

And, uh...
How much do you charge, baldy?

Whatever you think it's worth, monsieur.

Oh, well, how about nothing then?

(LAUGHING AND MOCKING)

Did you hear that, Gentlemen?
How about nothing?

-That's what she's worth.
-Well, I have to live.

Monsieur, same as you.

Same as me?

You cheeky cow. God, did you
ever hear the like of it? (LAUGHING)

You think I do this for fun?

I do it to feed my little girl.

So if you don't want business,

do me a favour,

and move along.

Oh!

Oh, I stand rebuked.

I humbly beg your pardon, mademoiselle.

Might I ask your name, mademoiselle?

Fantine, monsieur.

Bonsoir, Fantine.

I... I hope I am forgiven.

Bonsoir.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Fantine, something for you.

(ALL LAUGH)

(GRUNTING)

-(SCREAMING)
-You come with me.

No. (GRUNTING)

This is an outrage
that cannot be tolerated.

A respectable property-earning citizen
attacked by a common prostitute.

-Take this whore to the cells.
-MAN: Yes, sir.

-You've got six months.
-Six months?

-But what about my child?
-That's no concern of mine.

-Take her away.
-Please, Monsieur Javert.

I was not always like this.
I was a good girl.

Take her away,
she stinks of degradation.

One moment!

Monsieur le Maire.

(WHEEZING)

Monsieur le Maire.

Ha! (SPITS)

-Seize her.
-(SCREAMS)

You see this man here?

You see this monster

here that you call Monsieur le Maire?

It's all his fault.

He spoke to me so good, what did he do?

He threw me out on the street.

And you know why? Because I tried
to care for my little girl.

Monster of a man.

Monsieur le Maire?

A monster?

You understand now.

You let me go now.

I'll be a good little whore now.

They can do what they like with me
and I won't complain.

All I want is to be able
to work to feed my child.

In the village of Montfermeil...
(WHEEZING)

I can't breathe. Feel it.

-Get away from me.
-No.

I will take her into my care.

-You have no right.
-(COUGHING)

Fantine, I was wrong to dismiss you.
I was wrong.

Perhaps it's too late,
but let me try to make amends.

I'll pay your debts. I'll find your
child so that you can be together.

You need never work again.

I'll take care of you. I promise.

You mean it?

It's not a joke?

Now let me take you to the infirmary.

Come on. Come with me.

No. I forbid it.

This woman has been sentenced
and she is going to prison.

-Take her to the cell.
-Don't touch her.

Monsieur Javert, in municipal matters,
I outrank you.

I warn you. Don't cross me over this.

What exactly does this woman
mean to you, Monsieur le Maire?

Someone who needs my help.

A common whore.

She is the lowest of the low.

You would risk your good name

to help a creature like that?

(WHEEZING)

She is one of God's creatures,
Monsieur Javert.

And she has suffered grievously
through no fault of her own.

I injured her myself.

And now I want to make amends if I can.

You astonish me.

Now stand out of my way.

(FANTINE WHEEZING)

(NURSE WHISPERING)

(WHEEZING CONTINUES)

What are you doing here?

I'm...

I'm praying for you.

And for myself.

Will you send for my daughter,

Cosette, please?

Yes, of course.

If necessary I'll go for her myself.

(GASPING)

I have been a sinner.

But... When I have my Cosette with me,

it would mean that God has forgiven me.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Inspector Javert is here
Monsieur le Maire.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Sit down, Inspector.

Thank you, Monsieur le Maire.

I prefer to stand.

As you wish. What can I do for you?

I've come to report

a serious misdemeanour
by an officer of the police.

(SIGHS) Which officer?

Myself.

I've come to offer my resignation.

For what reason?

Firstly, I'd like to apologise
for my conduct earlier, and...

I denounced you

to Police Headquarters in Paris.

I suspected you,
wrongly as it turns out,

to be a notorious felon
once known to me

as prisoner number 24601.

A man named Jean Valjean.

But you were wrong.

Yes.

Seems I was.

What, um...

What made you change your mind?

Uh, Monsieur le Maire, the real Valjean

has been found.

What?

He's about to stand trial in Arras
for a number of offences.

Including the theft
of a coin from a child

who went by the name of Petit-Gervais.

Petit-Gervais?

Petit-Gervais.

Does the name mean anything to you,
Monsieur le Maire?

Has this man confessed?

No.

No. But no doubt his lies
will be exposed in court.

And he will be sentenced
to penal servitude...

For life.

It's over for him.

The trial is tomorrow.

I'll take the coach to Arras tonight.

And that will be
my last duty as Police Inspector.

Goodnight, Monsieur le Maire.

(SIGHS)

What can I do for you, Sister?

Our patient, Fantine Thibault,
the prostitute...

Don't call her that.

The doctor wanted you to know
that she... She's very weak.

She has very little time left
on this earth,

and she speaks constantly
of seeing her child.

Yes, yes, I know that.

The doctor says that if she is
to see her child before she dies,

-the child should be found...
-Yes, I understand, sister.

I beg your pardon.

Thank you, sister.
Please, do your best for her.

Now there are things
that I have to attend to.

Excuse me.

(SIGHS)

BOY: You stole my money.

You're a dirty thief!

A curse on you!

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(SOBS)

-Madame Victurnien.
-Monsieur Madeleine.

I have an errand for you
if you'd be so kind.

-Do you remember Fantine Thibault?
-Indeed, I do.

She's in the hospital. She's very ill.

I need you to go to Montfermeil,
and fetch her little girl.

Bring her here.

I'd go myself but I...
There's somewhere else I have to be.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)