Les Miserables Page #2

"i love you" Shows it all

- Why do people write books then?

You don't write books. You rip off whole floors.

I don't rip off. - Yes -No

I show my love in my own way - Go tell Mr. Eiffel

Mr. Eiffel, I still respect him.

But you stole his whole floor. Is that nice? - What?

Better say I love you then steal a whole floor.

He's have forgiven me dared I have told him.

Go say "I love you to Mr. Eiffel"

I do love Gustave.

Are you one?

I love you... I love you... I love you...

It goes on like this for three pages. - Could you read it all?

Yes.... I love you, I love you...

Near the dog! Over near the dog.

Go on, dig.

Dig here and there.

Wait.

Wait, there is another one.

Get out of here, arsehole! Get out of here.

Congratulations! Get him to the cage.

I, the prison friend your husband calls "Eiffel Tower" am writing today..

...will help him though this ordeal

...and he'll soon be out.

I'm sending a song inspired by our life here...a song dedicated to you.

I'm sending a song inspired by our life here...a song dedicated to you.

So, without that dog... he would have escaped?

May be.

Do you want me to sing the song? - Yes

If you ain't lucky enough... To have a dad in jail

And a mum who had the supreme decency.

To kill herself by gracefully inhaling a gas pipe.

If you've never stolen

Or picked the pockets of an innocent bystander.

There ain't nothing to forgive.

You just ain't our kind of guy.

We steal jewellery and garbage cans.

From weirdos and jokers alike.

So sorry people. This poor mans ballad.

If you ain't lucky enough

So be supremely illiterate

If you don't know plated handcuffs

From golden cufflinks.

If you've never broken the law

Or the virtue of a poor maiden

They can never convict you, lad

Everybody should be so lucky.

Behold the jails the stockades. Behold the guillotines sharp blade

So sorry good people. This is a poor mans ballad!

Next time it's the guillotine.

What's going on? - I want to love you too!

Don't say that!

You'll be better off with me than at the hotel.

I'll protect you.

I must find someone else to read my letters.

When will you visit your husband?

when I get permission. - I'm sorry

The writer, is he teaching you how to write?

You silly. - Your not answering.

I am answering.

But why all these questions? Who cares?

You'll have to learn to live without me.

It was a miscarriage of justice. They'll find out one day.

He needs a farther. I can't do that.

That's a horrible thing to ask! I can't do it.

You can.

Your strong. - No, no I'm not.

Not now...

You are.. You're beautiful.

I don't care...

I'll cherish this image.

I don't want to forget you.

Let fate deicide. Who knows?

When are you leaving?

On the next boat.

Shouldn't I come to cayenne?

Isn't one jailbird enough.

What do I tell the kid?

Not to trust anyone.

Jean Valjean's Escape.

Where's the kid? He's not working.

Maybe he's working outside.

Get him to work. Yes, sir.

Weird how he vanishes every time we play a movie.

Find the kid? - Yes sir, he is in the bathroom.

He's a bit sick

No sick people here. I'm not a doctor and I ain't paying no doctor.

In the mine, there is an underground river and a well.

Between the two there is about 50 yards of underground water.

It'll take about two minutes to cross swimming. Without breathing.

Then climb up the well. - Climb up a 300 foot well?

We'll see about that later.

The hardest thing is to manage the 2 minutes without breathing.

Count.

85, 86, 07, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93

I can't.

come on, 90 seconds ain't the end of the world.

I managed to do it. Lets try again

Okey, okey! Anyone here wants to take my champion?

Nobody? 100 bits to whoever beats my champ!

100 bits! the champ is tired.

He's getting tired. 100 bits. Cash!

Me, sir.

Come over. It's his decision. He's a courageous little boy!

Wait. Wait. 20 bits, if you can hit him. Anywhere!

Eiffel Towers coming back.

100 big ones to but a rope in the well.

Say what? - 100 big ones to put a rope in the well.

Where's the money?

In Paris.

You pay up fount.

How will you reach the well?

In the mine, after work. Just leave us.

How many of you?

Two.

That's 200

So?

He wants 200.

You got it?

Unless my wife spent it.

You said you'd give me more.

More! Your a greedy one.

No, sir, But lawyers cost allot.

Then listen. I know people who'd pay allot for hair like yours.

Really?

Yes, and if you want more, much more...

and I can introduce you to some fine people.

People? - Yes and we can share.

Listen, the man I told you about is here.

A notary. Almost like a lawyer.

Yes, sir. - Go ahead

Four glasses at once. That's good.

Keep an eye on her. Any problem just call me.

Come on, help me.

Go ahead.

There's no rope.

There is no rope...

You okey?

I can't Henri. I can't.

I can't any more.

It's slippery.

Henri, help me! - I've got you. - I'm slipping.

I can't any more. - Don't let go.

Henri I can't!

Henri, I'm slipping. Help me.

Come on you can do it.

I can't hold on. - Use both hands Mr. Eiffel.

Hold on damn it. - I'm can't

Mr. Eiffel!

To the cage!

Let's go.

Go and get your mother. Someone's waiting for her.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum, someone's here to see you.

Ma'am, we regretfully inform you that...

...that while attempting to escape from jail...

...your husband passed away today, at Fort Jouz

What is your mother up to now?

Come on gentlemen, let's go!

Fortin! Fortin! Fortin!...

Go on!

Anyone that was in the Verdun hospital remembers that day clearly.

It was snowing when the kid Marcel and his opponent...

...privet second class, Henri Fortin entered the makeshift ring.

The fight was for the benefit of the wounded and the war widows.

There, Henri Fortin, aged 23... experienced his first three minutes of happiness.

That moment changed his life.

It gave him the courage to leave his childhood manager.

Who, had used his strength and abused his innocence...

...to the point of not letting the boy go to school.

Stop! Stop!

Ladies and gentlemen! I have just now being informed... that the was is over!

For the record, they stopped fighting on that day of peace.

Three weeks later, Henri Fortin became a middleweight champ.

He kept his title for 13 years. Until 1931.

But that's another story.

May I disturb you?

Please do.

The manager said he's never seen a critic applauded. I just wanted to thank you.

I just do this to pay my way though collage.

It will be published in the morning?

Yes, ma'am. I could read you some.

Yes, please.

"Tonight at the Oprah, we saw the umpteenth performance of Cosette...

...but alas a Cosette without Cosette."

We cannot understand why they made a star out of Elise Renoir...

... whose clumsiness and blunt point work makes us all nostalgic for the great Anna Pavlova.

Why did you applaud then?

Because maybe, I'm not reading the review.

Will you really print this?

As well as the rest you didn't let me finish.

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