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Fourth part.
Then, on that date of June 1832,
Paris woke under the threat of a Republican insurrection.
WARNING! In contempt of our rights, individual liberty has been violated.
LaFayette was menaced by Louis-Phillipe dragoons at General Lamarque's funeral.
Will you let that insult go unanswered?
No! To arms, citizens! Long live the Republic!
"Would you take this to the post-office, Sir?"
The friends of Marius.
"Are you coming? Freedom needs men."
"In any case, see you in the "Corinth", in the Rue Chanvrerie."
The third address of Jean Valjean.
The barricade.
...beloved, ...father wanted...
we leave right away... we are in rue de l'Homme-Arme... Cosette.
A talkative blotter.
Poor father... strange father, a mixture of grandfather and mother...
who had seen that girl as a light, as his household, his family...
as his homeland, as paradise, and now there was nothing!
"The Corinth Grape"
The insurgents had made the 'Corinth Grape' their headquarters.
"Death to the tyrant"
"We should be able to shoot from this building."
"Once we're at the window, to hell with anyone advancing!"
A man named Le Cabuc.
"Open up!"
"No, that's impossible!"
"Wake up to yourself. Think what you're doing."
"We can't let anyone give our struggle a bad name."
"An informer."
Inspector Javert, when his political mission ends,
will check that the criminals are still on the right bank of the Seine
near the Jena bridge.
"Who's alive?"
"The French Revolution!"
"So... Claquesous...! He was with the police?"
Gunpowder!
"Get back, or I'll blow up the barricade!"
"I'm going to die!'
"I didn't want you to get this letter. But you may have been angry with me."
"When we meet again, then maybe..."
"And now, do something for me..."
"Promise me that when I die, you'll kiss me on the forehead."
"I shall feel it."
"It's my brother!"
"You see, Mr Marius... I do believe I was a little in love with you."
"Fancy spending summer killing each other, when you could be out in the country enjoying yourselves."
"Total stupidity!"
"My dearly beloved, my father wanted
that we leave right away... we are in 7 rue de l'Homme-Arme... Cosette.
Thus Marius was sending off Gavroche, son of Thenardier,
at the imminent catastrophe.
"Is Miss Cosette here?"
For the reply, it's to the provisional government at the Chanvrerie barricade.
Our marriage was impossible. My grandfather refused.
I went to your home, but I couldn't find you.
I'll die. I love you.
"Present!"
"We must block it with that mattress."
"Who is that man?"
"I know him."
"Our ammunition here won't last 15 minutes."
We're ugly in Nanterre, It's because of Voltaire.
And stupid in Palaisseau, It's because of Rousseau.
Happy is my character, because of Voltaire.
My clothes are in tatters, because of Rousseau.
I fall to the ground because of Voltaire.
My face in the gutter, because of...
"The last one to leave will smash that informer's head in."
"I want to blow his brains out right now."
"You don't deserve to die!"
"You'll see!"
"Take your revenge!"
"A knife. You're right, this suits you better."
"You're free."
"I'm tired of you. Better you kill me."
So, overcoming his hatred for the man...
who had taken from him Cosette and his happiness...
"May I...?"
Inspector Javert, when his political mission ends,
will check that the criminals are still on the right bank of the Seine
near the Jena bridge.
"You've killed the man, that's alright, but you can't get out. I have the key."
So give me half.
"Who are you?"
"Inspector Javert, arrest me, but first..."
My name is Marius Pontmercy. Take my body to my grandfather,
Monsieur Guillenormand, 6 Rue des Filles du Calvaire.
"So this is how he comes back to me... He knew I'd be waiting for him."
Javert was suffering terribly.
For several hours the situation had ceased being simple.
He was worried.
He'd been forced to acknowledge that goodness existed.
A convict had been good, and Javert, incredibly, had been good too.
He felt he was being cowardly.
Javert's ethos was not to be a decent human being, but to be irreproachable...
Authority.
Law.
Duty.
Justice.
Goodness.
God.
Wedding.
Jean Valjean was sick. He hadn't been able to attend the wedding.
"Good morning, father."
"I faked an injury so as not to to commit a forgery."
"Sir, I've something to tell you. I'm an ex-convict."
I did 19 years hard labour.
"And you're Cosette's father?
"My name is Jean Valjean. I'm no relation of Cosette."
"Maybe it's better that I don't see Cosette again."
"Don't say anything to her."
"I'll keep your secret.".
And this was the last stage of Jean Valjean's ordeal.
A new life had taken hold of Cosette.
Marius's influence showed itself to be irresistible.
Gripped by his love, and devoted to many new activities...
her feelings for Jean Valjean begin to weaken.
She was still fond of him though.
But he was out of her life and thoughts, if not her heart.
And bit by bit, she was separated from him.
He was on his own.
Cosette, bless you. Your husband was right
to make me understand that I needed to go.
However he was not quite right in what he believed.
Keep loving him when I am dead.
If God had given me the talent, I'd be a member of the Institute.
But He didn't. I do though possess a secret concerning an individual.
It concerns you, and it's yours for the asking.
Thenardier.
"Mr Thenardier."
"I'm listening, Mr Thenardier."
"That Jean Valjean is a murderer."
"I already know that. He killed Javert."
"Javert? That was suicide."
"Baron, on June 6, 1832..."
"...and the man carrying his body was Jean Valjean."
"You wretch! You came to accuse that man..."
"You've only justified him. But take this money and get out!"
"Waterloo protects you."
"But, we'll take you away, father. We'll know how to cherish you."
"If only you knew how pretty the garden is..."
"What a shame... since I'm going to die."
Your mother was called Fantine.
Never forget that name, Cosette.
He remembers Msgr Myriel.
He falls asleep.
Although fate had been strange to him, he was alive.
He died when he no longer had his angel. It was as simple as that...
As night comes when the day is gone.
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