All language subtitles for Les.Miserables.2018.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-(BOTH GRUNTING)
-JAVERT: His name is Jean Valjean.

He stole from a child
and never paid for his crime.

-MAN 1: What are you doing in Paris?
-I've identified a dangerous criminal.

He's now posing as
the Mayor of Montreuil.

You're mistaken.

Maman.

MADAME VICTURNIEN: She has a bastard
child she abandoned at Montfermeil.

No, I send 15 francs per month.

You lied to me. You're dismissed.

Are you selling, dear?

-FANTINE: I've been a sinner.
-(YELPS)

But when I have my Cosette with me,

it will mean God has forgiven me.

She must be rolling in it. I don't think
we've been asking for enough.

-She stinks of degradation.
-(COUGHS)

Fantine. I was wrong.
Let me try to make amends.

I'll find your child,
so that you can be together. I promise.

The real Valjean has been found.

He's about to stand trial in Arras.
It's over for him.

The child should be fetched
without delay.

Yes, I understand, Sister.

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

There's somewhere else I have to be.

FANTINE: Where's Monsieur Madeleine?

Monsieur le Maire
has gone to Montfermeil.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

He's gone to fetch Cosette.

That's what he's...

He's gone to fetch my little girl.

(POLICEMAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(POLICEMAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

JUDGE: Prisoner at the bar.

You stand accused of
the theft of property

to wit, nine apples
from the Pierron orchard,

which you claim you found on the ground

outside the orchard wall.

(ALL LAUGHING)

It is for the jury to decide whether
your version of the events is true.

And in making their decision, they will
no doubt take into account the fact that

four witnesses,
three of your fellow former prisoners,

and a former guard of the prison,
Inspector Javert,

have identified you as the convicted
felon and fugitive, Jean Valjean,

wanted for the theft of 40 sous
from a child named Petit-Gervais,

and for fleeing justice ever since.

Stand up.

Are you the felon, Jean Valjean?

My name is Champmathieu.
I come from Paris.

I used to be a wheelwright there
for Monsieur Baloup, 20 years.

You can ask him, he'll tell you.

JUDGE: Unfortunately,
it has proved impossible

to locate this Monsieur Baloup.

Have you anything to say to the court
that may help your defence?

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

Very wicked, you are.

Twisting everything.
I never stole anything.

You know, I'm a man that
doesn't eat every day.

I was coming from Ailly looking
for work. I nearly starved.

Next thing I'm in jail.

I never was in any prison before.

-I've never heard of Jean Valjean.
-JUDGE: Speak up, man.

Your confusion will condemn you.

Ask Monsieur Baloup!
He'll tell you who I am!

(ALL LAUGHING)

JUDGE: Brevet.

That's Jean Valjean, all right.
I did nine years alongside him.

Chenildieu?

Yeah, that's him.

We were chained together
for five years, sir.

JUDGE: Cochepaille.

Jean Valjean, there he is.

We used to call him Jean-le-Cric.

-He was so strong.
-(ALL LAUGHING)

(ALL CLAMOURING)

JUDGE: Silence!

Silence!

Silence!

I now call on the jury
to consider the evidence

and strongly advise a guilty verdict.

Enough!

(CLAMOURING STOPS)

Enough of these lies!

Monsieur Madeleine, are you quite well?

Call a doctor.

(ALL CHATTERING)

I am Jean Valjean.

-(EXHALES)
-(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Brevet, Chenildieu, Cochepaille,

I hope you were paid well
for these lies.

Don't you remember me?

Brevet, you still got
those red-knitted braces

you wore in the prison hulks.

Yes.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

JEAN: Chenildieu.

Your whole shoulder is burnt
where you lay on a chafing dish.

Show the court.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Cochepaille, you have a tattoo
on the inside of your left elbow.

It says, "March the 1st, 1815,"
the day the emperor landed at Cannes.

Well, pull up your sleeve.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Now, Inspector Javert,

you may wish to revise your testimony.

Indeed.

-I fear I was mistaken.
-(ALL EXCLAIM)

-This man is Jean Valjean.
-(ALL EXCLAIMING LOUDLY)

Now, before the court,

I confess to the robbery of this 40 sous

from the child known as Petit-Gervais.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Monsieur le Maire,
will you surrender yourself

to the custody of Inspector Javert?

-Willingly.
-Cuffs.

(ALL CHATTERING)

-Follow me.
-(ALL SHOUTING)

(MUMBLING INDISTINCTLY)

(FANTINE GASPING)

Will... Will my Cosette

be here today?

I feel sure of it.

When she comes,

can she sleep in the little bed
beside me?

She can.

Don't tire yourself now.

(CHILDREN SPEAKING FRENCH)

JAVERT: Just a quick stop,
Prisoner 24601.

Now the people of this town
can see you for what you really are.

Take him to the cells.

Yes, sir.

MAN 1: Monsieur le Maire.
MAN 2: Oh, le Maire.

MAN 3: Monsieur le Maire.

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Did you fetch the child?

(GRUNTING)

-(GRUNTS) Where's the child?
-JAVERT: Seize him!

Seize him!

-Follow me.
-POLICEMAN: Yes, sir.

Monsieur Madeleine, your hands.

-Let me see her.
-She is very weak.

Where is the child?

Where is Cosette?

You did bring her?

(FANTINE CRIES)

-I want to see her now.
-She's here, my dear.

But the doctor said that
you cannot be with her

while you still have the fever.

But I'm well. I'm well.

-And you will see her very soon.
-JAVERT: Open the door.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Open up.

How is she, Monsieur le Maire?
How is she?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Did they treat her well

-in Montfermeil?
-(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, a very touching scene.

-Inspector Javert, please.
-Sister,

this man is a criminal, a liar
and a thief.

He has been convicted in Arras
and he is just as bad as her.

-They are the scum of the earth!
-Please.

You... You promised

to bring my little girl
from Montfermeil.

-Monsieur le Maire...
-There's no Monsieur le Maire here!

He hasn't been to Montfermeil
to fetch your little girl.

He has been confessing his crimes
in court.

And now he's going back to
the prison hulks where he belongs.

(CRYING)

Cosette.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SHUDDERING)

You... You killed that woman.

Enough. She's dead,
and you're my prisoner.

I advise you to stay away from me

for a moment.

Fantine.

Fantine.

(CRYING)

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I swear,

I swear I'll find her.

I'll find her.

I'll beg my life for her happiness,
I swear.

(GUN COCKS)

(CRYING SOFTLY)

(GUARD SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(GUARD SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(MAN CRYING)

MADAME THENARDIER:
I'm coming. Are you working?

Get up here, you horrible beast!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(MAN ANNOUNCING IN FRENCH)

HAIR AND TEETH DEALER: Feast your eyes
on my beautiful handmade dolls,

ladies and gentlemen.

Each one unique.

Every single one with real human hair.

What a Christmas present that would be
for a dearly loved little girl.

Or, if it's wigs you want,

a new set of teeth, I've got them all.
I've got the lot.

I'm buying and I'm selling...

What do you think you're doing,
you ugly little beast?

You gawping at dolls
when we got customers waiting.

Get those buckets inside this minute,

or I'll really give you something
to cry about.

DEALER:
Or if it's wigs you want...

Don't you fall off, darlings, all right?

-DEALER: I've got them all...
-MADAME THENARDIER: Come on!

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

Oh, there she is. The wanderer returned.

Gawping at dollies at the fair,
if you please.

Fill that pot and get out of my way,
you manky little toad.

Don't you dare spill none. Not a drop.

MADAME THENARDIER: Oi!

You've done that on purpose
just to vex me.

Oh, you better run girl.

-(ALL CHEER)
-Oh, here, we go, here we go.

-There she comes.
-(ALL CHEER)

(ALL CHEER)

(ALL CHEER)

ALL: Hey!

(CUSTOMER YELLING)

Get a bit of exercise. Brings out
the colour in your cheeks, Madame.

Run your socks off!

(ALL LAUGH)

Madame, my horse hasn't been watered.

(SIGHS) Toad, two more buckets.

Quick about it.

-(GROWLS)
-(PANTING)

Here comes... Oh, wait.

(ALL EXCLAIM AND CHEER)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GASPS)

Don't be afraid, little one.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Let me give you a hand with that.

Here.

What's your name?

Cosette.

I'll carry your buckets tonight.

You show me the way.

(ALL SINGING IN FRENCH)

Oi, see to them horses.

Good evening, Madame.

Who are you? What do you want?

I want a bed for the night,
a bottle of wine and something to eat.

We're fully booked.

You can put me anywhere.
Put me in the stable if you like.

I'll pay the price of your best room.

Ah-ha, 40 sous.

(ALL LAUGH)

Agreed.

(LAUGHS) Let's see it then.

Forty for the room, twenty for the meal,

-twenty for whatever else.
-(LAUGHING)

Here, get him some wine.

And what would Monsieur
like for his supper?

-Bread and cheese.
-MADAME THENARDIER: Bread and cheese.

That's a fine gentleman, no mistake.

Oh, there's nothing wrong with
a bit of bread and cheese.

-MAN: Oh!
-(PLATE CLATTERS)

Oi, you clear that up! Come on.

-Well, my darlings.
-Yeah.

Well, hello.
What are we having for our supper?

(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Cosette.

Do you have a doll, too?

What, that one?
She's gotta work for her keep.

All the same, a child should be able to
play now and then.

Especially at Christmas.

Oh, and some people should learn
to mind their own business.

I'll be back.

-He's a strange one, isn't he?
-Yeah.

MADAME THENARDIER:
Oi, little toad, come here.

Where'd you find him?

What did he want with you?
What'd he say to you?

-What did he want with you?
-(PANTING)

You dirty little toad,
I'll give you a smack.

I'll give you something to cry about.

(DOOR OPENS)

JEAN: Here, Cosette.

It's for you.

I have a wish to see the child playing.

MADAME THENARDIER:
And who's gonna serve you your supper?

You, Madame.

I'll buy the child's time
for the rest of the evening.

Name your price.

-THENARDIER: Five francs.
-Done.

Oi, (WHISTLES) go on.

Now bring me my supper, woman.

You mustn't mind the wife, Monsieur.

She's got a sharp tongue
but a heart of gold.

Well, here we are,
the best room in the house.

Bridal chamber itself.

(THENARDIER CLEARS THROAT)

What's that?

Oh. That, Monsieur, is my wife

Rosalie's bridal headdress. Yeah.

Well, no doubt you know, sir,
I was one of the heroes at Waterloo.

-No, I didn't.
-Well,

carried a colonel on my back
through a hail of bullets.

-Is that so?
-Hmm.

-Were you at Waterloo, Monsieur?
-No, I was...

Unavoidably detained.

Oh.

Would you like that little girl
in here with you, Monsieur?

For a small consideration.
No need for the wife to know.

She has a bed of her own, has she not?

Yeah, of course. Just like one of mine.

Then I'll say good night.

Yeah. Same to you, sir.

See you in the morning.

(WHISTLING LA MARSEILLAISE)

Oh, look at the state of the place.
What have you been doing?

You idle scrap!

Come on,
you should've had this done by now.

Oh, bonjour, Monsieur. You're up early.

There's your bill, if you please.

-I paid last night.
-Incidentals.

Twenty-three francs?

We have a lot of expenses.

And that child there,
costs us the earth.

Cosette.

Alouette, as they call her
in the village.

Mind you,
she's more like a bat than a lark.

And what if
I was to take her off your hands?

What? You want to take the child?

Yes, I do.

-Thenardier?
-THENARDIER: Yeah.

-MADAME THENARDIER: Thenardier.
-What? (CLEARS THROAT)

-He wants to take the child.
-Oh.

Didn't I say that's how it would be, eh?
Come on.

Here, you leave me and the gentlemen
alone together. Go on.

MADAME THENARDIER:
Here, come on, come with me.

Ah, now, Monsieur, this is all
very irregular. Please, please.

I'm not making any aspersions.

It takes all sorts

to make a world, but this
is beyond anything I've done so far.

I mean, to sell a child in my care
to a stranger.

-You talk of selling her?
-Well, if we were to part with her.

If we were to endure the heartbreak.

I'm not saying we're prepared
to make that sacrifice.

Of course,
we'd want some compensation. Huh?

And, I mean, what if the child's mother
should turn up?

Say, "Where's my child?
What have you done with her?"

How much?

Oh, I don't... God...

Uh...

Nah, nah, I can't do it.

It'll break the wife's heart, Monsieur.
Sorry, no deal.

How much?

Ah.

It's no good. I won't lie to you, sir.

You know, you've got me over a barrel.
You see, I've got debts.

-How much?
-Fifteen hundred francs.

Agreed.

And bring me the child.

Rosalie! Bring the child.

Come on.

You're gonna go with that gentleman.

Only if she wishes to. Do you?

Can I bring my doll?

Yeah. Of course, you can.

Here.

You go and put these on
as quick as you can,

and we'll be on our way.

Go on.

What about the, uh, 23 francs?

Here, there's 30.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

And he paid up just like that.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Oh, oh.
-(EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)

-Oh. (SIGHS)
-(LAUGHING)

(EXHALES)

I could've got more off him.

I'll go after him.

MADAME THENARDIER: Take the pistol.

He had a dangerous look about him.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, okay. Go.

Are you tired? (PANTING)

Catherine's a bit tired.

Catherine?

Is that her name?

(THENARDIER LAUGHING)

-Oh.
-What are you doing here?

(GROAN AND SIGHS)

Can't let her go, Monsieur.

-You already have.
-No.

Not for 1,500 francs.

That's more than you deserve.

Her mother paid you well,
and you treated her like an animal.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Now leave us alone
before I knock you down.

Give me 3,000
or I'll take the girl back.

(THENARDIER GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Now, be careful with this thing.

People could get hurt.

(THENARDIER GROANING)

Now, you get home,

before I change my mind
and blow your head off.

Off with you!

Has Catherine had enough of a rest?

She says yes.

Off we go, then.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Oh...

Is it true?

Are we in Paris?

Yes, we are.

Do I have to sweep?

No, you don't have to sweep

or go to the wood to fetch water.
You don't have to do anything.

Except eat and sleep and play.

Perhaps a little learning.

We don't have to go back there?

No, we don't.

And you're my Papa now?

Well, if you want me to be.

Do you?

Yes, I think so.

Never been anyone's Papa before.

Perhaps you'd better ask Catherine
and see what she thinks.

(WHISPERING)
Should we let him be my Papa?

She says yes,

if you don't beat us.

You tell her I won't beat either of you.

It's all right. She heard you.

-Good night, Papa.
-Good night, little one.

Sleep well.

(INAUDIBLE)

Good night, Papa.

Good night.

Sleep tight.

(COSETTE SINGING IN FRENCH)

-You happy, Cosette?
-Of course, I am.

Don't you think you should,

you know, go to school,
like other children?

Why?

You teach me everything.

Well, don't you long for friends?

-Someone to play with?
-I have you.

And Catherine.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

I came to see
if everything was all right.

JEAN: It is. What did you see, Madame?

It's, uh, my duty, you know,

as the principal tenant.

Bonjour, ma petite.

Bonjour, Madame.

She's very thin.

I could, um, do some cooking for you,
if you like, Monsieur.

Not necessary. Thank you, Madame.

And she's your granddaughter?

Not much of a family resemblance,
is there?

Well, she takes after her mother's side.

Oh, I see.

(LAUGHS)

Well...

(STUTTERS) I will be getting along then.
Au revoir, Monsieur.

Au revoir, ma petite.

Nosy old bitch.

Now, now...

You think so, too.

But we don't say these things.

(JEAN CHUCKLING)

Go on, eat up.

MAN 1: Monsieur.

MAN 2: Inspector.

Monsieur.

JAVERT: Incident reports from last night
on my desk, now.

POLICEMAN: Yes, sir.
They're all ready, sir.

Here's a curious one.

Innkeeper in Montfermeil says
his daughter was kidnapped

by some ruffian with a gun.

Montfermeil, you say.

Let me see that.

You want to go there, sir?

"Stepdaughter," it says, not daughter.

Montfermeil.

Huh.

I think I'll go myself, Rivette.

And you, I want you to look into
the prison hulks at Toulon.

Any recent deaths,
suspicious disappearances,

-see what you can turn up.
-Yes, sir.

What about that bit there?
You missed a bit.

(DOOR OPENS)

Bonjour, Monsieur.

Can I help you with anything?
Are you looking for a room?

Coffee. And I want to interview
your husband.

Oh, you want to interview him?

And who are you, if I may make so bold?

Inspector Javert, the Paris police.

Oh, Lord. Well, he's still in bed.
He hasn't got up yet.

Go and get him a coffee.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-THENARDIER: Inspector...
-Javert.

You filed a complaint
regarding the abduction of a minor.

Oh, right. Yes, well, thank you

-for coming all this way, inspector.
-Don't sit.

This child, not yours?

Uh, no. We, um...

Well, a young woman, who was
passing through just left her with us.

Said she was coming back, never did.

But you could tell that she was

no better than she should be,
if you take my meaning.

You know where she went? The mother?

She said she was going to Montreuil.

-I see.
-Yeah.

And she sent you money

-for the child's board and lodging...
-Never. Not a penny.

We looked after that child
out of the goodness of our hearts.

Yeah. Yeah, we loved her like she was
one of our own, Inspector.

-Very touching.
-Yeah. Yeah.

I was one of the heroes at Waterloo,
you know.

(CHUCKLES) Carried a colonel
on my back...

-Come to the abduction.
-Oh, right.

Well, this fellow, yeah,
a great big hulking brute he was,

he turns up one night, wants to stay
in the best room, drink the best wine.

Then, in the morning,
he holds us up at gunpoint

and goes off with the takings
and the little girl.

A strong man, would you say?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Strong as an ox.

He handled two buckets of water
like they were thimbles.

Did he say what he wanted the girl for?

Nah, but, uh,
we're men in the world, Inspector.

Not hard to guess. (EXHALES)
Don't bear imagining, you know?

Hmm.

All right, that's all.

-That's all, but look here.
-What?

Well, what are you gonna do for me?

Nothing.

You should think yourself lucky
that I don't charge you.

-THENARDIER: Charge me?
-It's perfectly clear to me

that you sold that girl
to a passing stranger.

Your neighbours tell me
you were flush with money

for weeks after she went.

You're a scoundrel, Thenardier.

This ruffian.

I don't suppose he said
where he was going?

Uh, no, but it looked like
he was heading Paris way.

Yeah.

I daresay he was.

MADAME THENARDIER: Well,
what'd he say about finding the girl?

-What?
-Is he gonna help us?

Should've got more money for her.

Well, he said, he'd, uh...

Said he'd do his best, but,
you know, he's...

God.

Make his jawline more prognathous.

See, here.

And he'd probably have a beard
to disguise himself.

Just one escaped from Toulon reported,
Inspector Javert.

But the prisoner drowned.

Did they recover the body?

No, it's assumed it must've been trapped
under the pilings.

-Uh, his prisoner number...
-24601.

What do you think, Rivette?

Well, I never saw the man,

but it certainly looks like
a regular villain.

There is nothing regular
about this villain.

Merci, Monsieur.

(COSETTE SINGING IN FRENCH)

All on your own, little one?

Papa won't be long.

Papa?

Looks after you well,
does he, your Papa?

Yes.

So, what happened to your maman?

She died.

That man,

is not really your Papa, is he?

Yes, he is.

And I'll tell him you were in here
nosing around.

I am the principal tenant.
I have a perfect right.

But I won't disturb you any longer.

Good day to you, little miss.

(DOOR SHUTS)

-Come on, lads. Bring it all out.
-THENARDIER: Whoa, whoa.

What's all this about?

-It's non-payment of debts.
-How come, Monsieur.

I'm taking possession
of this property, Thenardier.

And everything in it,
but the tools you trade.

You can't do that.

I've been instructed by
Inspector Javert.

-Thenardier, what have you done?
-All right. Uh, look, look, look,

just, um...

Maman.

Well, leave some of the chairs.

Oh.

What about the dog?

-Tied him up.
-(EXHALES)

We don't need another mouth to feed.

And the nipper?

I told him to wait round the back.

Someone will look after him.

-(MEN SPEAKING FRENCH)
-Yeah.

Mama, Mama.

(SIGHS)

Oh.

Oh. (LAUGHS SHEEPISHLY)
Gavroche, my darling child.

To think you nearly got left behind.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on, then.

(WHIMPERING)

JAVERT: Rivette.
RIVETTE: Yes, sir.

Any sightings?

Nothing, sir.

(SIGHS)

There's a woman outside,
asking for you, sir.

Says she has information for you,
about him.

"The crow was too high up

"for the fox to reach him.

-"So the... (STUTTERS)
-"Cunning."

-"Cunning fox began..."
-(DOG BARKING)

-(DOG BARKING)
-(CONTINUES READING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHUSHING)

Quick, get your clothes on. We're gonna
go for a quick walk in the moonlight.

Quick as you can. Get your cloak on.

What about Catherine?

Open up. Police.

Open up.

Break it down.

(GUNSHOT)

(DOG BARKING)

He's outside!

Down here.

He just left the Gorbeau tenements
with a little girl.

-You see him?
-No, sir.

All right, you two,
block off the exit at Rue de la Barre.

You, back to Rue Picpus,
we're gonna flush him out.

POLICEMAN: Yes, sir.

JEAN: Quick.

Papa, my feet are hurting.

-Are all the avenues closed off?
-Every one, sir.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

COSETTE: Papa, I'm cold.

They went that way, sir.

Now we have him.

JAVERT: Where is he?
POLICEMAN: We can't find him, sir.

Back, back to Rue Picpus. Hurry up, go.

-Go, go!
-You heard him. Come on, let's go.

(PANTING)

We're safe for the moment.

Cosette.

Oh, God, what have I done?

(ALL GASP)

You must leave, sir.

-No man may enter here.
-JEAN: I'll go, I'll go.

-But I beg you, care for this girl.
-Père Madeleine?

Sister Simplice.

She's Fantine's child.

Reverend Mother,
this is a good, kind man.

-Cosette?
-(BANGING ON DOOR)

I'm an escaped convict
wanted by the police.

Even now they're searching the streets
for me.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

-(BANGING ON DOOR)
-JAVERT: Police.

Open up in the name of the law
or by God, we'll batter this door down.

-(BANGING ON DOOR)
-Take the child.

-(BANGING ON DOOR)
-JAVERT: Police!

-(BANGING ON DOOR)
-Open up in the name of the law.

Tell me your name
and your business here, sir.

My name is Inspector Javert
of the Paris police.

We have reason to believe
there's an escaped criminal here.

I demand to search the premises.

This is a house of holy women.
No man can enter.

We answer to God here, sir,
not to the Paris police.

Sister, I must search this building.

No, Inspector.

No man has set foot in this convent
for many years.

Nor will do.

If you should become aware

-of any attempt by this man...
-You shall be informed, Inspector

(EXHALES)

(SISTER SPEAKING FRENCH)

Please, sit.

Well, Monsieur Madeleine,
what are we to do with you?

My name is Jean Valjean.

You should turn me away, but I beg you,

look after Cosette.

Well, that can be done easily enough.

We have a school here.

And as soon as she's well enough,
she can attend with the other girls.

But will you be happy to part with her?

It would break my heart, I think.

You are a thief, are you not?

I was a thief.

But that is long in the past.

So I can trust you, can I?

If you take care of Cosette,

I would do anything for you.

I believe you.

We do need some work to be done
in the grounds.

You may have this room
and stay here as our gardener.

And you will be able to see the child
every day.

Thank you, Reverend Mother. Thank you.

(BLOWS)

RIVETTE: Sorry he got away, sir.

He will never get away!

Search everywhere!

He will be found.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)