Les Miserables
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- 1952
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Before we proceed...
will the accused explain
the presence of this family in the court?
They're the children of my friend,
Monsieur le Prsident.
Their mother gave me shelter
while I looked for work.
- Yes, well, get on with it.
- I'm sorry.
It's just that...
I knew how hungry they were.
When I saw them standing there,
looking at all that bread-
- They were starving, monsieur.
- Then you admit to the theft.
Yes, I do.
- I would have-
- The sentence is 1 0 years.
Ten years? It can't be.
You don't understand, monsieur.
Clear the court.
Bring in the next case.
Remove the evidence.
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Bangs ]
Double the beat to port, sir.
We're going on the rocks!
We're going on the rocks!
Double the beat to port!
[ Gong Banging ]
Back the port oars!
Back the port oars!
Back the port oars!
One!
Two!
- Three!
- We're going to wreck! We'll sink!
- Good! Then we'll get some rest!
Be quiet and pull your weight.
We're going to hit!
[ Men Shouting ]
- [ Groans ]
- Take off the chains!
We're sinking!
Unchain us!
[ Screaming ]
[ All Shouting, Screaming ]
Get those men back on the benches!
[ Officer ]
Guard.! Lift this beam up.!
- They'll never lift it.
- We need a jack.!
Jean, get down there.
That beam will crush him.
He's better dead.
I spend years educating this beast.
I teach him to read and write.
Now he answers me like this.
Get down.
Get down!
Stand aside. Stand aside.
We'll get it, Lieutenant.
There,Jean.
[ Grunting ]
Pull that man
out from under there!
- He's badly hurt, Lieutenant.
- Take his collar off. Can't you see the man's dying?
Take him aft.
Give him every comfort.
But don't touch the collar.
Regulations, LieutenantJavert?
Regulations.
Number 57 6, to be specific.
- He may die.
- No.
Oh.
Not regulation.
- They provide for everything.
- So they do!
Even to the number of lashes,
for instance.
Man that oar, Valjean.
Easy,Jean.
[ Wood Creaking ]
Man your oars!
We're sliding off!
Man your oars!
[ Man ]
No.! No.! No, Genflou.!
I didn't mean it.! Please, Genflou.!
Oh, don't, Genflou.!
- [ Genflou ] You misbegotten...
- [ Man Gagging ]
- son of Satan!
- Genflou!
So, one beating a day
is not enough.
- It was a joke. Only a joke, Lieutenant.
Brevet didn't think so.
Did you, Brevet?
It was a joke, Lieutenant.
Yes, Lieutenant.
- I don't think so. Get back to work.
- Yes, sir.
And you- 1 0 lashes!
- Stay out,Jean.
- You don't seem to have
enough work to do, Valjean.
Be careful,Jean. He's trying to trick you.
You've only three more weeks.
I have no wish to shorten
or prolong the sentence.
My duty is to see
that he violates no rules.
You have, for which
you will receive 1 0 lashes.
Now get back to work.
LieutenantJavert.
Well?
have approved of this.
What has my father
got to do with it?
I happen to know that the old man who died
chained to the bench next to me...
was the lieutenant's father.
He was a fine man,
a good companion.
He was a fool, like you
He thought the laws
were made for someone else.
And if, as you say,
you knew him...
then you know I was born over there,
in the women's ward.
I was raised by the law,
and I know something of it.
It's hard, but it's wise andjust.
There can be
no compromise with it.
I only thought you might-
You thought to use
That was not very clever.
Consider yourself lucky
I don't double your punishment.
Now get back to your work.
[ Panting ]
Well?
Did you change his mind?
Jean, I have something
to add to your education.
- Shall I write?
- No.
This is for your memory.
In the mountains,
which were once my home...
there is superstition that
in the litters of wolves...
is sometimes born a dog.
Since he would know too much
of the ways of wolves...
the mother wolf
destroys him instantly.
But once in a while,
such a dog grows to maturity.
It is then my people say...
''Let the wolves beware.''
Jean Valjean, thief, number 1 082.
Sentenced to 1 0 years.
Be paroled May 8 of this year.
All right, make your mark there.
Make your mark.
There.
You're assigned to Orlans District.
Proceed there immediately
and report to police headquarters.
Thereafter, report once a month.
Failure to do so means you will be
taken and sent back here for life.
You understand?
This is marked yellow!
It's yellow, he says.
Pay him.
Hmm. Learned to write
while you were here.
- Well, you can thank the king for an education.
- Not yet.
- Hmm?
- I also learned to count. Eleven francs short.
- Thirty-three francs.
- Forty-four.
- Thirty-three!
- 3,653 days! You think I've forgotten any of them?
- A lot of them. Sundays.
- I worked Sundays!
A day of rest. State regulation.
Move on.
- Pay him the rest of his money.
- But it's not customary-
Pay him!
I know the regulations.
I'll deal with you later.
- Thank you, sir.
- And you!
Come here.
Stand to attention
when you address a police officer.
Now get out.
[ Clerk ]
Boulgeral, thief-
[ Children Chattering, Laughing ]
[ Barking ]
Children. Please, children.
Leave me alone. Leave me alone.
[ Chattering, Laughing Continue ]
Your identity card, convict.
Convict?
The mark of the collar
is still on your neck.
Don't linger here, convict.
Move on.
[ Wagon Approaching ]
[ Bell Tolling ]
- We will not serve you.
- Why?
- You're a convict. Get out.
I don't ask to eat with your guests.
I'll eat with the dogs, sleep in the stable.
- I-I have money.
- Convict money.
- I will not feed you. Get out.
You will feed me.
- Corporal. Corporal!
- [ Barking ]
- Fat pig!
- Ohh!
- Marco! Get him!
- [ Dogs Barking ]
[ Chattering, Indistinct ]
And it's a wonder anything gets done around here
at all, sending me across town at this hour.
After all, it was a christening,
and they do expect something from the bishop.
They all expect something
from the bishop.
But he didn't have to
give away half our dinner.
Let me stay. A few minutes, and I'll go.
Only a few minutes.
Twelve leagues I've walked today
through four towns...
and everywhere
they set the dogs on me.
I ask for food, they'll not give me any.
I say I can pay, they turn me out.
I even asked to stay in the prison,
and the jailer turned me away.
Set another place, please,
Madame Magloire.
You don't understand.
I'm a released convict, a galley slave.
My name is Jean Valjean,
number 1 -0-
We should be happy
if you will join us for supper, sir.
Is this an inn?
- I tell you, I can pay. I have money.
- There is no need.
- I am a priest.
- A priest?
Of course.
I should have seen.
You'll give me food, cur, and perhaps
you'll not want my money, priest.
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