Les Miserables Page #6

to your father tonight?

No, darling.

I want to tell him myself.

Please let me. It's best.

Well, he'll probably want to know

everything there is to know about me-

who I am, who my parents were

and where I come from.

So, even though you haven't

asked me yourself...

I might as well tell you the gloomy details

and get the whole thing over with.

I am 22 years old, I have dark hair...

I'm a little under six feet...

my eyes are brown...

and my irresistible virtue

is that I love you very much.

Darling.

- There they are.

- So that's the young fool, eh?

The two of them meet every day.

At first I thought

she was a go-between...

an agent who was passing him money from

some rich supporter in the background.

- Yes?

- Well, I've watched them now for three weeks.

I'm convinced that

it's only an ordinary love affair.

Of course, if you like

we can have them all arrested.

It's no use roping in a few harebrained

students and confiscating a printing press.

What we want is the power behind them.

Nothing at their headquarters.

Oh, he has a young girl.

She calls herself his secretary.

She makes various trips at night

to Monmartre and so on.

I have followed her,

but there's nothing definite.

She may be more important

than you think.

Javert, in order that we may be absolutely

certain we're leaving no stone unturned...

I want you to follow this girl.

Find out who she is, where she lives.

- She lives with her father.

- Exactly. Find out who he is.

- Find out all about him

and report to me tomorrow.

- Very good, sir.

Cosette, let me come around

tonight after dinner.

I'll face it out like a soldier.

All right.

And I'll make it easy for you, dear.

I wouldn't be at all surprised

if she were gun shy.

[ Chuckles ]

Look at her feet!

She isn't worth

half the price of the other one.

- Oh, aren't they lovely?

- Which do you like best?

- This one, of course.

- You would choose that one.

He may be all wrong,

but I think he's all right. He likes me.

[ Man ]

Woman's instinct. Always right, sir.

But a woman's instinct told her

it was a he, and it's really a she. However-

Well, mademoiselle, what I say is...

if a dog likes you, that's the lot.

- You take her.

- That is right, isn't it?

- Aren't you listening?

- Come in, quickly.

Well-

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

- Did he recognize you?

- I don't think so.

Come. Start packing.

[Javert ]

What do you want?

I- I came to pay a call.

Anybody send you?

Mademoiselle asked me to call.

- Nobody's here.

- They're out?

Gone away.

- Didn't they leave any word for me?

- Left no message for anybody.

- Have you the address?

- Not yet.

Well, I must find them.

- My name is-

- I know your name, and I know your address.

If you know what's good for you,

you'll get out of here. Go on. Get out of here.

[ Chattering, Shouting ]

Attention! Everybody listen!

Listen now! Good news!

We've just received word from Lyons!

[ Cheering ]

Students uprising at all universities!

Demonstrations everywhere!

Are you awake or deaf or what?

There's a big demonstration

arranged for tomorrow night.

We've littered the place with handbills.

What's the matter?

Are you with us or against us?

Yes, yes, I shall be with you.

Of course.

With a little more enthusiasm, I hope.

You'll need it.

Listen, we believe the police have

got wind of our plans already.

We'll be lucky if we're not behind bars

by this time tomorrow.

If you want my advice-

which you don't-

you'll give up this whole idiotic business

and go back to your studies.

[ Man ]

Let the police come, I say!

What's the use of talking?

Talking's done nothing.

The pamphlets are no good either!

- What we want is action!

- [ Cheering, Affirmations ]

Action'll tell 'em we mean business.

We'll create a demonstration that'll be heard

from one end of France to the other.

We'll tear up the streets of Paris!

If they've got bayonets, we've got knives!

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Crowd Murmuring ]

- You've got the coach?

- Yes, monsieur.

- You're sure of your man?

- I had to pay him 200 francs. Too much, I know.

That doesn't matter.

Pay him his price. Four horses, mind.

Yes, with relays

at Amiens, Abbeville, Cam-

Here's the advance.

Five hundred more

if we reach Calais safely.

- There are just the two of you?

-Just the two of us.

[ Crowd Murmuring ]

I thought you were never coming.

Terrible night. Police everywhere.

Street fights and whatnot.

But the letter- the letter to Marius.

Did you deliver it?

The office was smashed up.

The police had raided it.

And Marius?

He escaped.

Then he didn't get it.

You didn't deliver it.

He doesn't know where I am,

and there's no means of telling him.

No, wait. As I was inquiring for him,

a strange girl came up. She took the letter.

- Said she'd give it to him.

- A girl?

Said her name was Eponine...

that you'd know her.

His secretary.

Eponine.

Oh.

[ Whispering, Indistinct ]

[ Crowd Murmuring, Shouting ]

- Don't open the door for anybody until I tell you.

- Yes, monsieur.

Well, the coachman's safe.

That's one thing.

He's just rounding the corner.

Are you all packed?

Almost.

But we can't go with all

this fighting in the streets.

That's good. Don't you see? It's the ideal time.

The police will have their hands full.

- How far are we going?

- England.

- England?

- Mm-hmm.

- England.

- We shall be safe there.

- Yes, but-

- But what?

- It's a long way.

- That's all the better.

They won't follow us there,

and we shall be safe, you and I.

I can't go.

I can't leave him.

- He doesn't know where I am, and he'll think-

- Who?

Marius. We'll never find him.

Marius? What does he mean to you?

I love him.

Oh, you-you can't have seen him

twice in your life.

Oh, yes, I met him often.

I didn't tell you,

but we were going to tell you.

He was coming to see you last night.

You didn't tell me.

You didn't tell me.

- Why should you keep this from me?

- I didn't mean to.

It was just a little adventure at first,

and then-

And now you think you love him, eh?

He's all the world to me.

I can't leave him.

And me.

Me!

Have you nothing...

for me?

But you're my father.

I mean,

I always think of you as my father.

I know you're not really.

But don't you see,

with Marius it's different.

It isn't just that lovely sense

of companionship I have with you.

It's- It's-

Well, it's the way every girl feels

for the man who's going to marry her.

You always knew I should have to

leave you one day, didn't you?

No one forgets that.

It's hurt you, hasn't it?

Hurt you horribly.

You're the last person

in the world I'd ever hurt.

Well, it's-

it's natural that

you should want to leave me.

Oh, but I didn't until this happened.

I never thought of leaving you.

No one could have been happier than I.

Oh, please.

I'll go to England.

I'll forget him somehow.

I will. I swear I will.

You mean that?

I'd be a poor thing...

if I couldn't do this for you,

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