All language subtitles for Les.Miserables.1934.FRENCH.Part2.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-VXT

There is a point at which
the unfortunate and the infamous

are associated
and confused in a single term,

a fatal term, "les misérables"...

Who is to blame?

Film two
THE THÉNARDlERS

Cosette!

Still here, you guttersnipe?

Get down to the spring
and fill your bucket.

You never change.

When you fetch water,
you take your time.

Maybe she's scared.

- It's so dark, madame.
- Then run, you brat!

A clear conscience
has nothing to fear.

Don't forget the bread
at the baker's.

And mind you don't lose
that 20-sous coin.

I'd hate
going for water in the dark.

And now let's choose
some pretty dolls, children.

Oh, mama, would that big one
cost too much?

You want a slap?

I can't, madame.
I just can't go on.

This bucket's too heavy for you.

It is, sir.

How old are you?

Eight, sir.

Your mother sent you
to fetch water?

No, sir. My mistress did.

Did you lose your mother?

I don't know, sir.

Who's your mistress?

Madame Thénardier.

What does she do?

She runs the inn.

I was just on my way there.

Take me there.

- What's your name?
- Cosette, sir.

Are you the only servant
the Thénardiers have?

- Montfermeil is having a fair.
- It's Christmas, sir.

- Sir?
- Yes, child?

Can I have my bucket back?

Why?

If she sees you carrying it,
Madame will beat me.

There you are, you scamp.
You took your time.

This gentleman wants a room.

It's 40 sous.

Fine.

Give me that quick.
I need it for my horse.

I'd like supper.

Serve the gentleman.

And the bread?
You forgot the bread!

No, madame.
The bakery was closed.

You're lying. You forgot.

Then give me back my 20 sous.

You lost it.

You stole my 20-sous coin.

No, I didn't.

Excuse me.
I found this on the ground.

It's a 40-sous coin,
but it may be the one.

Yes, it is.

Don't let it happen again!

You'll be served in a minute.

Let's dress him. Give me the rag.

With a little hat!

Look.

Mama, look!

This is going too far!

You little thief!

The nerve!
And with her filthy hands.

Here, take it.

It's for you.

Take it.

That must cost 30 francs.
Kowtow to the man.

My little girl.

The gentleman gave you a doll.

You can play with it. It's yours.

Well, aren't you going to play
with your doll?

Can I, madame?

Goodness, yes.
The gentleman gave it to you.

Really, sir? Is she mine?

Madame, can I put her on the chair?

Why, of course, my child.

Can you pay now?
That's the house rule.

Four francs.

It's lace.

The dress is velvet.

The skirt is silk.

Will you be going up
to your room now?

In a while.

What's that?

That?

That's me.

Yes, you see...

that's me.

I saved
a colonel's life at Waterloo.

He even gave me his watch.
He told me his name,

but I didn't quite catch it.

Something like Champmercy.

Are you an art lover?

I painted it in my leisure time.

Would you like to buy it?

No, thank you.

But I wouldn't let it go cheaply.

It has sentimental value.
The memories.

But times are hard.

We earn nothing.

We have two little girls
and a sickly 18-month-old toddler.

Not to mention the child
we took in out of charity.

The mother
hasn't sent money in a year.

I reckon she's dead.
But it ain't the child's fault, is it?

So we still provide for her.

If someone took her off your hands?

Who? Cosette?

I got carried away a moment ago.

I'm real fond of the child.

The missus is mad about her.
She treats her rough at times,

but we can't live without her.
She's grown on us.

Besides, you don't give
a child away like that

- no offense - to a perfect stranger.

It's late. Time for bed.

You too, Cosette.

The customers are almost all gone.
I can serve.

Go on, my dear Cosette.

Good night, papa.

So how much for the child?

It'll cost you 1,500 francs.

Fine. I'll pay you in the morning.

Show me to my room.

Are you mad? We can get twice that!

I'm sorry,
we don't have a deal after all.

Cosette stays with us.

We've thought it over.
We got no right to let her go.

Her mother left her with us.

I'm an honest man.
The child's a sacred trust.

I promised her mother to love her
like my own children.

We can't tear our hearts out
for 1,500 francs.

"Mr. Thénardier,

"please entrust Cosette
to the bearer of this letter.

"He will pay you all expenses due.

"Respectfully yours, Fantine."

Keep the letter. The mother
gave it to me on her deathbed.

Are you the guardian?

Supposing you are
the person in question.

Let's talk figures.

There are clothes for you inside.
Get dressed right away.

Right away.

Since Fantine's death,

you're owed for 10 months
at 15 francs each.

That makes 150 francs.

Here's 1,500 francs.

A 1,000-franc note,
and another of 500.

Plus 50 for my bill.

Count it.

I'm ready, sir.

Mister what's-your-name...

keep your 1,500 francs.

Cosette stays
unless you pay 1,000 crowns.

1,000 crowns, you hear?

Let me have your doll.

Let's go.

We'll meet again, sir.

Not even a good-bye kiss,
the ingrate!

Happy birthday

Where are you, Father?
What are you thinking about?

You, Cosette,
when you were a little girl.

I'm still your little girl.

You're 16 today.

What if I am?
I've forgotten nothing.

I still have that lovely doll
from Montfermeil.

I kept it at the convent.
It wasn't easy, you know.

I haven't changed.

Have I?

Has the air of Paris changed me?

Just a bit.

That's for sure.

How pretty Mademoiselle has grown!

Such a coquette!

Sixteen.

Out with the candles!

Two puffs.
I'll marry within two years.

How impatient you are to leave me.

Mr. Fauchelevent,
you're very mean to me.

Even when I marry,
I'll never leave you.

Ever.

You have to live with the fact.

It's like a chain that binds us,
Mr. Fauchelevent.

Won't you be glad

to see me living happily
with a good husband?

There's no hurry.

Don't you want to be a grandfather?

A grandfather?

What's the matter with him?

Maybe we hurt his feelings.

- I haven't dared yet.
- A big girl like you?

It's not easy.
I'll talk to him tomorrow.

We may go to your awful house
Sunday after vespers

to see those poor people.

The Jondrettes, my neighbors?

But I'll still see you
at the park at 4:00.

Of course.

Know where I'm going?
My grandfather's.

Mr. Gillenormand? If he consents,
I can tell my father. Watch out!

- You know this popinjay?
- Me?

I've seen him
hanging around our house.

- He smiled at you.
- Did he?

Get inside. It's chilly out.

Are you angry, Father?

Are you?

Will we visit the poor tomorrow?

Shut the window. And come sit down.

I won't close your café down
if you answer me.

- Hello, boss.
- Mr. Marius.

What is it, Mr. Musain?

I'm being nosy. So sorry.

What about him? Marius what?

I don't know, Inspector.
Everyone calls him Marius.

Pontmercy, at last!

He didn't spot the informer.

Our good king doesn't trust us.

We're official conspirators at last.

Dangerous suspects!

We're getting princely treatment.

A top-rank inspector: Mr. Javert.

Long live the Republic!

If Caesar
were to offer me glory in war

And I had to leave
the mother I adore

I would tell mighty Caesar

Take back your scepter and chariot

My dear mother means more

My mother is the Republic!

Silence, gentlemen.

Police spies or not,
nothing can stop us now.

They crushed the Revolution of 1 830.

That of 1 832 shall triumph.

We need only give the signal,
and in four hours' time,

80,000 patriots could take up arms.

Good work!

We have to know where we stand.

Tomorrow
is General Lamarque's funeral.

You know what that means.

I must know that
I can count on each of you...

completely.

You have three minutes
to think and decide.

- We're with you, Enjolras.
- Think it over.

Three minutes.

I don't want any king.

Three minutes, but then
I'm off to see my grandfather.

Not Gillenormand?
Making up to that old throne-kisser?

Playing grandpa's boy again?

- Turning traitor?
- Are you crazy? Never.

But the thing is, I need him.

To pay your tailor. To play the fop.

You've got your head in the stars.

So, what's her name?

Here, here!

- Laigle.
- Ready.

- Courfeyrac.
- Ready.

- Pontmercy.
- Ready.

Ready to leave.

- Grantaire.
- Ready.

With patriots like that...

Excuse me.

Mr. Javert, I believe.

- Pleased to see you again.
- You first.

- See you soon maybe?
- Maybe.

What cheek!

What cheeks!

Cheeks?
What are you talking about?

Monsieur has the softest skin
in Paris.

No one but the Baron Lecocq...

Baron Lecocq?
That scoundrel!

That rascally
ex-prefect of Bonaparte's!

You shave him
and then come touch my cheeks?

How dare you taint me, wretch!
Out of my sight!

Never darken my door again.

Very well, sir.

Same time tomorrow?

Yes. And don't be late.

Baron Lecocq!

What is it?

Father, here she is.

The new cook.

Let's see what we have here.

Turn.

Fine.

How do you make
a soufflé normand?

With apples and brandy.

- What are your wages?
- Thirty francs, sir.

- What's your name?
- Olympia.

You'll receive fifty francs
and answer to the name Nicolette.

She'll start tomorrow.

What now?

Will Monsieur receive Mr. Marius?

Never! Where is he?

In the salon.

I'll go.

What are you doing in my home?

Sir...

What do you want?

Are you here to apologize
for your insolence?

Are you ready to serve the king?

- Do you admit your errors?
- No, sir.

Well then, what do you want?

I only came to ask for one thing.
Then I'll leave.

Don't be a fool.

Who said anything about leaving?

As I'm not yet 25,

I've come to ask
for your consent to marry.

Fetch my daughter.

That's far enough.

This is your nephew. Greet him.

Monsieur wishes to marry.
That's all. Get out!

What?

You leave my home to live
God-knows-where like a pauper.

You reject me for your clubs to honor
the memory of your idiot father

who let himself get beaten
with his Bonaparte at Waterloo.

Exactly: Let himself get beaten.

You become a window smasher,

and now, four years later,
just because you're penniless,

you stop by to ask,
as a mere formality,

my consent for you to marry.

And probably to endow you as well.

Well, Mr. "Jacobin,'
who do you think I am?

What kind of stuff do you think
we Royalists are made of?

How much do you earn as a lawyer?

Nothing.

So the girl is wealthy?

No more than me.

No dowry, no expectations?

Without a stitch?

And what does the father do?

I don't know.

What's her name?

Miss Fauchelevent.

Fauche-the-what?

Please, sir,
allow me to marry her.

You figured,
"I'll just go ask the old coot,

"who'll be delighted to see me.

"I'll say, 'You old fool,

"I want to marry Miss Naught,
daughter of Mister Zilch.

"We're both have-nots.'

"And he'll say,
'Go on, my boy.

"Marry your Push-le-vent,
your Shove-le-vent.'"

Never, sir. Do you hear?

Never.

Father...

Yes, that's the way.

I'm your father.

- Tell me everything.
- Father.

Yes, call me Father. You'll see.

So it's true, then,
that you're penniless?

You're dressed like a thief.

Here's 100 louis.

Buy yourself a hat.

I first saw her
at the Luxembourg Gardens.

I paid no attention, but now
the thought of her keeps me awake.

She was to ask her father.
She turned 16 today.

He doesn't know about us.

I walk by their house every night.

You have to speak to him.
They might leave for England.

He goes away without warning.

I don't want to risk losing her.
I'm mad about her.

Is that all?

I think so, Father. That's all.

You ninny. Make her your mistress.

I'll never ask you
for anything again.

He's leaving?

Run after him!
Bring him back! Help!

What have I done?

Good Lord, he's gone!
I'll never see him again!

Hey, Mr. Marius.
Turning in so early?

That you whistling, Gavroche?

Just calling my sis.

That's for Eponine.

- That's for Azelma.
- And your folks?

For them, I make an effort.
I go upstairs.

But I rarely see them.
We're on the outs.

We had a spat over principles
a few years back,

so I skedaddled.

Anyway, I prefer the streets.
Long live liberty!

Ain't that right, Mr. Marius?

You got a funny look.

Something wrong?

Got problems? Some woman?

No kidding. If it was me,
I could understand.

But not you.
You gotta snap out of it.

Wanna go to the cabaret?

I can get you in by the stage door.

Eponine can wait until tomorrow.

You're funny.

See, you're feeling better already,
because you've got grit.

Eponine and me talked about it.

She's a swell girl.
Wild, like you and me.

And she really likes you.

Can I come in, Mr. Marius?

It's me, Eponine.

He's gone out.

He spent the night out.

I'm so hungry, papa

The cupboard is bare

I'm so cold, mama

No coat to wear

Shiver, Lolotte

Weep, Jacquot

'Morning, Eponine.

I came to tidy up your room.

Just getting in at 2:00
in the afternoon? Shame on you.

Here.

I saw your brother last night.

He's coming to see you later.

He's a good kid.

We talked politics.

What's so funny?
He knows a lot about it.

You learn a lot in the street.

Get my suit out, will you?

The new one?

Oh, yes. It's Sunday.

You look good with ruffled hair.

You know, you're a good-looking boy.

Still on the same page!

You didn't study yesterday.
That's bad.

"General Baudoin

"received orders to take
Hougoumont House,

"which stands in the middle
of Waterloo Plain."

I know about Waterloo.

It's a battle. Papa was there.

You're taking notes.

I'd like to work with you.

You can dictate to me.

I can write too, you know.

Eponine, time for vespers!

I must go! I can't miss our clients!

Not today, you can't.

Two friends of mine
may be coming to see you.

How do you know that?

That's right:
the philanthropist and the girl.

Do you know them?

Sure, the young lady is pretty.

I'm going.

Do I have to come get you?

I'm here!

Have I ever let you down?

Listen, try to get
the philanthropist.

What's in it for me?

A new dress. But he has to cough up.

That's your job.

Hear that? You anemic, you!

Your sister at least tries
to help her old father.

You layabout!

How did I sign that appeal
to the philanthropist?

I think you wrote "Jondrette.'

Now I remember.

If we only get our hands
on that one!

Is that the ticker?

It's not broken. It's solid stuff.

I remember when I pinched it
along with the purse

off that colonel at Waterloo.

It was dark. I thought he was dead.

Suddenly he opened his eyes.

I thought I was done for.

But I couldn't finish off
a wounded man.

But the fool thought
I was tending to him.

"Thank you, kind friend.

"You can have the purse
and timepiece in my tunic."

I already had 'em!

I've heard it a thousand times.

So what?

I'll never forget
the battlefield at Waterloo.

Look, Father. It's Miss Jondrette.

She looks so pale today.

How are your folks?

Not well, kind sir.

Mama is almost paralyzed,

and Papa didn't find work this week.

Give me your address.
I'll come by shortly.

It's not far. I can take you.

Just give me the address.

I'll take my daughter home,
then come right over.

52 rue des Vignes St. Marcel.

Can't I come see these unfortunates?

It's no place for you.
It must be a hovel.

It is too a place for me.
I want to come.

52 rue des Vignes St. Marcel.

Well?

He's coming... in a cab.

A cab? It's Rothschild!

- What'd you say?
- That Mama's paralyzed.

Hear that? Go lie down.

This place looks too fancy.

Get into bed!

Azelma, break a window.

Are you deaf?
Break a window, I said.

What is it?

Now look what you've done!
She cut herself.

Good. Just as I planned.

Did you give him the exact address?

He wrote it all down.
House number, street and floor.

The door on the left.

Left, I said. Down this hall.
Come along.

Do come in, my dear benefactor.

Come in, my pretty young lady.

I'm so ashamed to have
no decent chair to offer you.

By tomorrow morning
there'll be nothing left.

I'll be turned out of house and home
along with my bedridden wife,

my eldest daughter,
who's coughing her lungs out,

and my youngest, who had her arm
mangled at the workshop.

Alas, we are hounded by misfortune.

You must be in pain, miss.
Do you need anything?

I owe 60 francs in back rent,

so they're evicting us
tomorrow at dawn.

Does it hurt, dear wife of mine?

Take a look at the man.

Have you tried finding work
at the local town hall?

Have I tried?

Dozens of times, my dear benefactor.

I spend my days there.

But what can a weary, old,
arthritic actor do?

Here's five francs.

Just five? But tomorrow...

It's all I have on me.
I came to see your needs.

I'll take my daughter home first.

I'll be back at 7:00.
I'll see what I can do then.

Honestly? Can I count on it?

You can count on me.

It's a terrible thing.

Let's go.

Take a good look at him.

We can't thank you enough
for your kindness.

I'll see you to your cab.

No need, Mr. Jondrette.

I'll be back soon.

See you at the Luxembourg.

What are you doing, Cosette?
Go downstairs.

I'm sure, I tell you.
I recognized him.

It's really him? You sure?

It's been eight years,
but I recognized him.

I've got that thief now.

Run along, you two. Go on!

She can finish bandaging you
downstairs.

Warn Claquesous and Gueulemer.

Stay near the house.
I need everyone tonight.

If all goes well, at 7:00,

you won't get one dress,
you'll get 10!

Give me your hand!

Take the young lady
to 87 rue de Babylone.

Not rue de l'Homme Armé?

I'll get some money
and come back here.

Don't wait for me for supper.
I won't be home before 8:00.

Do you live here?

I should. I'm the son.

But the doctor prescribed fresh air,
so I sleep outdoors.

I was at the Jondrettes'...

I know. I saw you go upstairs.

You must be their benefactor.

Who else lives on their floor?

A pal of mine. Mr. Marius.

A serious fellow.

If it's about your daughter, relax.
They'd make a swell couple.

He's an aristocrat's son
who went republican.

He's a real man.

What's up?

No time to talk!
We have to get the gang.

- Patron-Minette?
- Right. We'll be rich at 7:00.

This smells fishy.

Want to know something?

My fortune's made.

Want to know why?

Because that pretty young lady...

What about her?

That pretty young lady... it's her.

That thing?

That tramp, wallowing in silk,

in clothes worth 200 francs,
while my girls go barefoot?

If it's her, do what you want.

I'd like to grind my heel
into her guts.

Your friends are in trouble.

- I'll warn them.
- Good.

Forget the rue de Babylone.
Take me to Luxembourg Gardens.

I'm through choosing between bread
on the table and a fire in the hearth!

I've had my fill of poverty!
We've got Croesus hooked.

Keep it down.
He can hear you next door.

Our neighbor? That nincompoop?

Anyway, he's out.

Like I said, he's out.

Listen good. It's all set.

The gang's due here.
Our man comes back at 7:00.

The neighbor will be out.

The girls will stand watch.
You'll help out. He'll pay up.

- And if he doesn't give it to us?
- We'll give it to him!

- At last.
- Where's your father?

- He interests you now? Why?
- Because...

To meet your grandfather.

- No, listen.
- You didn't see him?

I did, but it's not that.

- Did he say yes?
- Later.

Tell me what he said.

He said no. But we're wasting time.

You say it so lightly?

I may be going away
for who knows how long.

Why do you want to see Father?

You don't know where he is?

He never tells me anything.

- What is it?
- We need the police.

The police? Why?

The Jondrettes plan
to rob your father. Maybe worse.

I can't tell you everything
I overheard after you left.

So that's what upsets you.
Can you save him?

I vaguely know an inspector.

- Come back quick.
- Rue de l'Homme Armé?

That's right. No.

I won't be there tonight.

I'll be at rue de Babylone.

It's another house
where we stay sometimes.

I couldn't tell you about it.

That must seem strange to you.

It is to me too.

Meet me at the garden door,
12 rue Plumet.

We never use it. I'll let you in.

All right. I'll be there
as soon as I can. Good-bye.

Are you angry?
Because I held something back?

Is that it?

I had no right to tell you.

Don't be angry with me.

No, I was being stupid.

Forgive me.

I love you.

I won't lose you.

You'll be my wife. You'll be mine.

So, gentlemen, that's the deal.

Yeah.

Interesting.
We’re in. Shake on it.

We'll be there at 7:00.

Now sit down. Let's talk business.

- Who's there now?
- The missus.

Did you get the names
of any accomplices?

- I think so. Claquesous, Gueule...
- Gueulemer?

The Patron-Minette gang!

If you help us nab that bunch,
we'll overlook a lot.

What about this benefactor?
What kind of man is he?

A decent but secretive man
who lives with his daughter

at 7 rue de l'Homme Armé.
Mr. Fauchelevent.

Fauchelevent?

Ah, yes, Fauchelevent.

An old carter from Montreuil-sur-Mer.

He finished his days as gardener
at the Picpus convent.

What's this man look like?
Small? Big?

Very big, very strong.

7 rue de l'Homme Armé.

If that gang is involved,
it must be something big.

It's 5:45.
We have just enough time.

Slip back into your room
and wait until things get underway.

There must be an attempt
to commit a crime.

But as soon as things get nasty,
fire a shot out the window

and leave the rest to us.

We'll be there.

Take these toys.

Careful, they're loaded.

- Careful, it's sharp.
- Do we need it?

We have to do things right.

If we don't use it,
you can cut a roast with it.

Is everything packed?
The trunks ready?

We have to move fast afterward.

It's all set. See for yourself.

Good.

You thought of everything.
Very good.

Very good.

And you... you look good.

You inspire confidence.

You forgot the best part.

If this doesn't jog his memory,

then we pull out all the stops.

What's the time
according to the colonel?

6:40. Damn!

Is he coming by cab?

Good thing it's almost dark out.

Take the lantern and go downstairs.
Open the street door.

When the carriage arrives,
show him up.

Once he's up here,
go down and dismiss the cab.

The money.

Here.

The neighbor!

Eponine let him up.
What's she up to?

Don't move.

Not even a little hello
for your neighbors?

Afraid to disturb us on a Sunday?
Come in a minute.

Get downstairs.

Won't you come in?

I have something to tell you.

We weren't expecting you home
so early.

You usually come in about 11:00.

Of course, that's your right.

The thing is,
we're having visitors tonight,

so I figured on borrowing your room.

Would you mind very much
taking a walk for an hour or two?

You do mind?
Maybe you have work to do?

It's a bother.
I'll tell you why.

These are some American relatives
who may help us out.

I wanted to make a good impression,
but I can't here.

Ah,
when you have to count on others...

Take him there.

If only I'd met up with him again,

I'd probably be a millionaire.

It's a colonel

I saved
on the battlefield at Waterloo.

I never saw him again.
He gave me his watch.

You don't believe me?

Take a look.

It even has his initials on it.

"G.P."

You saved this colonel at Waterloo?

Is that so hard to believe?

I don't look like the heroic type?

- And your name's Jondrette?
- What is all this?

Is my name any of your business?

Damn, he's here!

Too bad. Back to your room.

And keep your mouth shut
about what you hear

or we'll shut it for you.

Not a sound. You can run for it.

You couldn't stop him from coming?
But Gavroche said...

Get ready.

The coast will be clear.

You can make a run for it.

"At the battle of Waterloo,
a sergeant saved my life.

"His name is Thénardier.

"Of late, he's been running
an inn in Montfermeil.

"If my son should meet him,

"may he show him every kindness.

"Colonel Georges de Pontmercy."

Do sit down, my dear benefactor.

Here you are.

A hundred francs for the rent

and more pressing needs.

We'll see about the rest.

- God bless you.
- I sent the cab away.

Mrs. Jondrette seems better.

She's dying, my kind sir.
But she has such pluck.

She's not a woman, she's a bull.

In better days, she took it easy.

She was a connoisseur
of the fine arts.

She came across this painting,
a masterpiece.

A depiction by David
of the Battle of Waterloo.

Sadly,
I'd let it go for very little.

Come take a closer look.

Don't mind them. Just some friends.

Get out! You have the key.

That's why I came to your room.

I'm afraid for you.
You know too much.

Yes, it's quite good.

Very good.

But I'm not interested.

That's surprising.

Think back.
Doesn't it remind you of anything?

Don't I remind you of anyone?

- Not a thing.
- Really?

Thénardier.
The innkeeper at Montfermeil.

Your name's Thénardier?

I don't see what you're getting at.

You've confused me
with someone else.

That's funny.

Think hard.

Don't remember who I am?

Yes, I do.

I remember quite well.
You're a scoundrel.

I may be a scoundrel,
but you're a child stealer.

You stole Cosette for 1,500 francs.

But we can work things out.

Here's another offer:
Buy this painting

for 200,000 francs.
Dirt cheap for a rich man.

If not, we snatch the girl.

We know where to find her.
Then we deal with you.

Think it over.

I'm generous.
I'll give you five minutes.

Weigh the pros and cons.

Stop him!

Don't let him jump!

They'll kill him!

What's he up to?
Why doesn't he shoot?

It's over!

I couldn't do anything.
He's my father.

- But you could've warned the police.
- Quiet!

Well?

Now what?

What do you want? To rob me?

Here!

Search me.
You won't find a cent. I'm no fool.

You think you can scare me?

You don't know where Cosette is.

Think you can make me talk?

Look.

So there!

Stop this nonsense.
Let's not waste any more time.

Let's be serious.

Let's talk.

Or else kill me now.

But you've bungled it.

That's all I have to say.
You'll get nothing out of me.

Come on.

I can still get you out of here.

Come on.

What about you?

- You can't get through.
- Yes, I can.

You fellas make me laugh.

Seven against one,
and you're afraid to call his bluff.

- I'll make him talk.
- Get him, Montparnasse!

- You're all yellow.
- No more than you.

- We're right behind you.
- Let him try.

The girl's address!

Let me go down.
I'll tell them to let you out.

It's too late.

I warned the police.
They're outside.

Still playing tough?

But the bulls haven't come up yet.

There's still time
for them to get away.

The bulls are here!

Stop!

The bulls are here!

What's that?

The bulls!

Eponine!
Quick, the rope ladder!

Throw it here!

- What about the guy?
- Stick him!

Take them away.

You thug!

You bastard!

- Mistreating a woman!
- Shut the shrew up.

I won't talk.
My conscience speaks for me.

Me, a shrew?

Shut up.

The true innocent remains silent.

Take him away.

Hello, Gueulemer.

- Are you hurt?
- It's nothing. Look!

Trying to hide?

Where's our man?

Where'd he go?

He's a crafty one.

Damn! He must've been
the best of the lot.

Load them all up.

He's not the one we want.
He's just some buffoon.

Search the courtyard.

Let go of me
before I tear your eyes out.

Calm down.
Forgive these gentlemen.

They don't know
who they're dealing with.

Get me a cab on the boulevard.

7 rue de l'Homme Armé.

Well, I'm an orphan again.

- You got away?
- You still here?

That was embarrassing.

Our folks are hopeless.

They'll never come to no good.

You eating?

Sure. Why?

Let's share.

- Stick that in your craw.
- What about you?

I'm on a diet.

Some folks prefer drivin'
They got no time to lose

But I prefer arrivin'
By wearin' out my shoes

Mr. Fauchelevent?

That's me.

Why did you run off like that?

I was looking forward to meeting you.

But I haven't been out
since this morning.

With whom do I have the honor?

Inspector Javert.

This is an outrage, sir.

You're quite a strong man.

I know only one man
as strong as you.

An ex-convict from Toulon
named Jean Valjean.

He was also mayor of Montreuil,

under the name Mr. Madeleine.

We've been looking for him
for eight years.

You look a lot like him.
No one ever told you that?

I repeat, sir: You're mistaken.

My name is Ursule Fauchelevent.
I've lived here for 14 years.

I'm in the National Guard.

Here are my papers.

Men!

- At last!
- Your father's safe.

Thank God. I know.

Toussaint just came from
the other house with a note, but...

But?

- We're leaving for England.
- When?

Don't be angry. Let me explain.

When do you leave?

- Maybe tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

I'll give you the address.
Join us.

In England? With what money?

I'm in debt to Courfeyrac,
my landlady, everyone.

I've broken off
with my grandfather for good.

Listen how you speak to me.

Don't cry, Cosette darling.

I love you.
I can only be happy with you.

Don't just tell me.
Tell your father.

Get out, sir.

No, Father! You don't know
what he just did for you.

I know the harm he can do me.
Get out.

- It's your right.
- I'm yours.

You won't see her again.

I have nothing but respect for you,
sir.

You're Cosette's father.

But we love each other,
and you can't change that.

If Mother were still alive,

she'd be more understanding
than you.

Do you know
this young man's parents?

He has only his grandfather,
Mr. Gillenormand.

Where does he live?

6 rue des Filles du Calvaire.

Very well.

I'll go see him.

But are we still going to England?

Not anymore.

Thank you, Father!
I love you so!

Yes...

you love me so.

Father, look over there.

You see that?

What are those wagons?
Who are those people?

It's a convoy of convicts.

Where are they taking them?

To the penal colonies.

The poor things!

But, Father...

are they... still men?

Sometimes.

END OF FILM TWO

Subtitles by Lenny Borger