Les Miserables Page #2

No, my dear sir. Of course not.

You call me ''sir.''

No one ever calls me that.

You want to know my name?

- My name is-

- There's no need for you to tell me.

- I know it.

- You know it?

To me, a priest, you are a brother.

You understand? A brother.

Come, have some supper.

[ Thunderclap ]

This table is bare.

I seem to miss something.

When we have visitors,

we use the silver plates.

[ Thunderclap ]

This is your room. It is the best we can do.

I hope you'll be comfortable.

If you are cold, take this doeskin.

It'll keep you warm.

[ Laughing ]

She's afraid of me.

And no wonder.

[ Chuckles ]

How do you know I won't

murder you in the night?

Well, how do you know

that I won't murder you?

[ Scoffs ]

Yah.

You have faith in me, it seems.

Then I must have faith in you,

mustn't I?

Good night.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Screaming, Shouting ]

[ Man ]

2906, 1 09 francs.

- [ Screaming Continues ]

- 2906, one hundred-

- [ Voices Overlapping ]

- [ Valjean's Voice ] My passport is yellow.

- Yellow passport convict.

- [ Screaming ] Oh, God!

[ Screaming, Crying ]

[ Screaming, Shouting, Crying ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Shouts ]

Oh, my-

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Hinges Creaking ]

Your Eminence! Your Eminence!

Oh, the silver. The silver's gone.

That man! I told you.

He left without a word,

and he's taken the silver.

- Now we have no silver plates.

- What plates?

Oh, the plates!

Yes, yes, of course. The plates.

Well, now, let's see.

Now, what use are plates?

We can eat just as well off tin plates.

- Tin tastes.

- Well, iron plates then.

- [ Knocking ]

- Come in.

Your Eminence, this man is Jean Valjean,

a yellow passport convict.

We saw him running away.

We caught him and found that he had

this silver with your crest on it.

Now, what is all this?

Come here,Jean.

I'm very happy to see you again,Jean...

because you forgot to take away

the two silver candlesticks I gave you.

They're worth at least 200 francs.

How did you come

to leave them behind?

Didn't he tell you that the good priest with whom

he spent the night gave him all his silver?

- He said so, but naturally we thought-

- That's very clever of you.

You do your duty well,

but you're quite mistaken.

The silver is his.

Then we can let him go, sir?

Why, certainly, and give him

his knapsack and passport.

Thank you. Good day, my friends.

I- Is it- Is it true?

I don't have to go back to the galleys?

You-You let me go free?

Free?

Where is a man free?

I wish someone would tell me.

Yes, you can go,Jean.

And this time,Jean, don't forget

to take your candlesticks with you.

You-You-

You give them to me?

Long ago,Jean, I learnt that life

is to give and not to take.

Let me give.

And in return, promise me

that you will give also.

My door is always open,Jean.

Don't come in by any other way-

furtively, by night.

The door is the right way.

And the right way,Jean,

is always open to you.

[ Choir Singing ]

[ Arguing ]

- Let's try here then.

- Come on.

Wait here.

Number two furnace must be cleared.

You see to it.

Fifty gross packets, number four,

to go to Paris tonight.

- Yes, Monsieur Madeleine.

- That's all. What is it?

There's a question of the girl,

Fantine Lesrolles.

- It appears there's been

some gossip about a child-

-[ Knocking ]

- Can you deal with the case yourself?

- I can, certainly.

Then please do. Come in!

- Ah, good morning, Monsieur Madeleine.

- Good morning.

I have something of the greatest

importance to discuss with you.

You see, I, uh- I-

Look here, Monsieur Madeleine.

We want you to honor our town by accepting

the position of mayor and magistrate.

Yes, that's it.

Me? Nonsense.

[ Laughing ]

A fine figure I'd make.

Let someone else do it.

Let old L'Estrange do it again.

Yes! Of course,

I- I could serve another year.

No! We want Monsieur Madeleine.

I know nothing about politics.

I've only been a little over five years

in your town.

I'm a plain man and not much of

a speech maker, but I beg you to accept.

It was you who built this obsolete factory

into a thriving industry.

Nobody pays better wages

or looks after his workpeople like you do.

And what's more, you've built yourself

into the hearts of the people as well.

How do you know

the people really want me?

I'll show you.

- [ Chattering ]

- My friends!

We have invited Monsieur Madeleine to

become mayor and magistrate of our city.

[ Cheering ]

[ Applauding, Cheering Continues ]

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Here's your money.

Sign here.

[ Cheering ]

[ Cheering Continues ]

We've come a long way together,

haven't we?

[ Door Bells Jingling ]

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

Monsieur Madeleine?

You are Monsieur Madeleine?

My name is Javert.

I am the new inspector police

assigned to this district.

I arrived tonight, but, uh,

would not intrude upon the festivities.

At the same time, I thought it my duty

to introduce myself at the first opportunity.

You wished to see me?

Only to, uh, report for duty

to the new mayor...

and pay my respects.

- Fine pieces of work.

- Uh- Oh, not in my line.

No, I expect not.

I've, uh, only one line.

- The law, eh?

- The law.

I hope to take all that side off your shoulders,

Monsieur Madeleine.

Give me a free hand, I promise you there'll soon

be very few criminals in this community.

- You think so?

- I'm certain.

Once I start work on a case, I never cease

until the culprits are under lock and key.

You never temper justice with mercy?

No. We might as well understand

each other, Monsieur Madeleine.

I administer the law. Good, bad

or indifferent, it's no business of mine.

But the law to the letter.

Well, I'm sure we shall all feel safe and secure

while you are about.

Thank you.

- Good night, Monsieur Madeleine.

- Good night, Inspector.

[ Bell Tolling ]

My good woman,

all this is beyond my jurisdiction.

- But, MonsieurJavert-

- You boarded your child out at an inn.

You agreed to pay them a fixed price.

You lost your job at the factory.

You can't pay the people.

They won't give up the child.

I don't know as I blame them.

However, it's no good coming here

with your troubles.

You can raise the question in court in the

proper forum, get your child back that way.

How can I? I have no money. Will- Will you

take me to see Monsieur Madeleine, please?

It's no use intruding

on Monsieur Madeleine.

He'll only reaffirm my decision.

But why did he dismiss me?

Why? Why?

And don't go making

a public disturbance...

or you'll find yourself

under lock and key.

Take her away.

Well, there's the lot.

Oh, and, uh, see that this subscription

goes to the, uh...

Convent PetitJean in Paris.

- One thousand francs.

- Monsieur le Maire, you usually send 500.

Yes, but I had a long letter from the

sister superior, and they need funds badly.

Thank goodness I can afford it.

The factory is booming.

The more I stay away, the better it booms.

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