Les Miserables Page #8

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to the philanthropist?

I think you wrote "Jondrette."

Now I remember.

If we only get our hands

on that one!

Is that the ticker?

It's not broken.

It's solid stuff.

I remember when I lifted it

along with the purse

off that colonel at Waterloo.

It was dark.

I thought he was dead.

Suddenly he opened his eyes.

I thought I was done for.

But I couldn't finish off

a wounded man.

But the fool thought

I was tending to him.

"Thank you, kind friend.

You can have the purse

and timepiece in my tunic."

I already had 'em!

I've heard it a thousand times.

So what?

I'll never forget

the battlefield at Waterloo.

Look, Father.

It's the Jondrette girl.

She looks so pale today.

How is your family?

Not well, kind sir.

Mama is almost paralyzed,

and Papa didn't find

work this week.

Give me your address.

I'll come by shortly.

It's not far.

I can take you.

Just give me the address.

I'll take my daughter home,

then come right over.

52 rue des Vignes St. Marcel.

Can't I come see

these unfortunates?

It's no place for you.

It must be a hovel.

It is too a place for me.

I want to come.

52 rue des Vignes St. Marcel.

Well?

He's coming... in a cab.

A cab?

It's Rothschild himself!

- What'd you say?

- That Mama's paralyzed.

Hear that?

Go lie down.

This place looks too fancy.

Faster, Mama, into bed!

Azelma, break a window.

Are you deaf?

Break a window, I said.

What is it?

Now look what you've done!

She cut herself.

Good.

Just as I planned.

Did you give him

the exact address?

He wrote it down it front of me.

House number, street and floor.

The door on the left.

Left, I said. Down this hall.

Come here.

Do come in,

my dear benefactor.

Come in,

my pretty young lady.

I'm so ashamed to have

no decent chair to offer you.

By tomorrow morning

there'll be nothing left.

I'll be turned out of house and home

along with my bedridden wife,

my eldest daughter,

who's coughing her lungs out,

and my youngest, who had her arm

mangled at the workshop.

Alas, we are hounded

by misfortune.

You must be in pain, miss.

Do you need anything?

I owe 60 francs in back rent,

so they're evicting us

tomorrow at dawn.

Does it hurt,

dear wife of mine?

Take a look at the man.

Have you tried finding work

at the local town hall?

Have I tried?

Dozens of times,

my dear benefactor.

I spend my days there.

But what can

a weary, old, arthritic actor do?

Here's five francs.

Just five?

But tomorrow -

It's all I have on me.

I came to see your needs.

I'll take my daughter home first.

I'll be back at 7:00.

I'll see what I can do then.

Honestly?

Can I count on it?

You can count on me.

It's a terrible thing.

Let's go.

Take a good look at him.

We can't pray enough

to thank you for your goodness.

I'll see you to your cab.

No need, Mr. Jondrette.

I'll be back soon.

See you at the Luxembourg.

Where are you going, Cosette?

Go downstairs.

I'm sure, I tell you.

I recognized him.

It's really him?

You sure?

It's been eight years,

but I recognized him.

I've got that thief now.

Run along, you two.

Go on!

She can finish

bandaging you up on the stairs.

Warn Claquesous

and Gueulemer.

Stay near the house.

I need everyone tonight.

If all goes well, at 7:00,

you won't get one dress -

you'll get 10!

Give me your hand!

Take the young lady

to 87 rue de Babylone.

Not rue de l'Homme Arm?

I'll get some money

and come back here.

Don't wait for me for supper.

I won't be home before 8:00.

Do you live here?

I should. I'm the son.

But the doctor prescribed fresh air,

so I sleep outdoors.

I was at the Jondrettes' -

I know.

I saw you go upstairs.

You must be their benefactor.

Who else lives on their floor?

A friend of mine.

Mr. Marius.

A serious fellow.

If it's about

your daughter, relax.

They'd make a swell couple.

He's a nobleman's son

who went republican.

He's a real man.

What's up?

No time to talk!

We have to get the gang.

- Patron-Minette?

- Right. We'll be rich at 7:00.

This smells fishy.

Want to know something?

My fortune's made.

Want to know why?

Because that pretty young lady -

What about her?

That pretty young lady... it's her.

That thing?

That tramp,

wallowing in silk,

in clothes worth 200 francs,

while my girls go barefoot?

If it's her,

do what you want.

I'd like to grind my heel

into her guts.

Your friends are in trouble.

- I'll warn them.

- Good.

Forget the rue de Babylone.

Take me

to Luxembourg Gardens.

I'm through choosing between

bread on the table and a fire in the hearth!

I've had my fill of poverty!

We've got Croesus hooked.

Keep it down.

He can hear you next door.

Our neighbor?

That nincompoop?

Anyway, he's out.

Like I said - he's out.

Listen good. It's all set.

The gang's due here.

Our man comes back at 7:00.

The neighbor will be out.

The girls will stand watch.

You'll help out. He'll pay up.

- And if he doesn't give it to us?

- We'll give it to him!

- At last.

- Where's your father?

- You're interested in him now? Why?

- Because -

To meet your grandfather.

- No, listen.

- You didn't see him?

I did, but it's not that.

- Did he say yes?

- Later.

Tell me what he said.

He said no.

But we're wasting time.

You say it so lightly?

I may be going away

for who knows how long.

Why do you want

to see Father?

You don't know where he is?

He never tells me anything.

What is it?

- We need the police.

The police?

What is it?

The Jondrettes plan to rob your father.

Maybe worse.

I can't tell you everything

I overheard after you left.

So that's what upset you.

Can you save him?

I vaguely know an inspector.

- Come back quick.

- Rue de l'Homme Arm?

That's right. No.

I won't be there tonight.

I'll be at rue de Babylone.

It's another house

where we stay sometimes.

I couldn't tell you about it.

That must seem strange to you.

It is to me too.

Meet me at the garden door,

12 rue Plumet.

We never use it.

I'll let you in.

All right. I'll be there

as soon as I can. Good-bye.

Are you angry?

Because I held something back?

Is that it?

I had no right to tell you.

Don't be angry with me.

No, I was being stupid.

Forgive me.

I love you.

I won't lose you.

You'll be my wife.

You'll be mine.

So now you have

all the facts, gentlemen.

Yeah.

Interesting.

Okay. Shake on it.

We'll be there at 7:00.

Now sit down.

Let's talk business.

- Who's there now?

- The missus.

Did you catch the names

of any accomplices?

I think so. Claquesous, Gueule -

- Gueulemer?

Zounds!

The Patron-Minette gang.

If you help us nab that bunch,

we'll overlook a lot.

What about this benefactor?

What kind of man is he?

A decent but secretive man

who lives with his daughter

at 7 rue de l'Homme Arm.

Mr. Fauchelevent.

Fauchelevent?

Ah, yes, Fauchelevent.

An old carter

from Montreuil-sur-Mer.

He finished his days as gardener

at the Picpus convent.

What's this man look like?

Small? Big?

Very big, very strong.

7 rue de l'Homme Arm.

If that gang is involved,

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