Les Miserables Page #10

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get you and in three months...

I surrender.

That's good.

All I'm asking is that I get tobacco

in solitary confinement.

Granted.

Take them all away!

Let's go! Don't forget the Missus.

B*tch! She pinched me.

Cowards! You're no men.

You claim to be free

and you get caught like chicks!

Watch these two!

Jean Valjean! Stop him!

General Lamarque is dead.

Read all the details.

Read The Constitutional;

General Lamarque is dead.

Read General Lamarque's

last words before his death.

Thank you.

My friends...

may his death be the opportunity

for the Republic to be reborn.

His last word was... "Motherland."

His motherland...

our motherland...

is the Republic.

France and freedom are but one.

General Lamarque's funeral

will take place in 3 days.

All the citizens of Paris will go

with him for his last trip.

Gentlemen...

that day, we'll show

if we're ready to lead a free life...

Or die.

Mr. Marius, there's someone

for you next door.

- Me?

- Yes.

One breaded chop!

Are you asking for me?

You don't recognize me? Eponine.

I'm in disguise because

the cops are after me.

Don't count on me to help you.

You don't think I was in on it, do you?

I saw you bring them to your father.

You're a well-organized family.

You have no right to say that!

If I had wanted to, the young lady,

right now, would be...

But I didn't want to reveal the

address.

My father was furious.

I was itching to, but I didn't give it.

- Are you telling the truth?

- Yes.

- You know the address?

- Yes.

Why didn't you give it to me?

- Because.

- Because why?

If you can't guess,

I have nothing to say.

I have better things to do

than play charades.

If I give it to you,

will you believe me?

If I give you the address right now,

will you believe me?

What will you give me for it?

A kiss for New Year's Day?

Rue de Plumet, number 19.

The gated house.

With a garden.

Are you happy?

Rue Plumet. Jean Valjean

was abruptly leaving the house

for an overnight trip.

He had made a grave decision.

He knew that this retreat

was no longer safe.

That sooner or later, the ghosts of

his past would come through the gate,

along with that young swain

Cosette dreamt about.

"O Spring, you're a letter! Write

her.

Tell her I sigh and yearn,

away from her.

And I wanted to die

because I had lost her.

O, may the garden, the house,

the limb, the leaf,

may everything become a soul

and tell you about me.

You hold my hand

when I walk in the shade

And the rays of light

come from your eyes.

If I were King, I'll give

my kingdom, my scepter

And my people on their knees

For a kiss from you

That I will take tonight."

Tonight...

That night, in the woods

of Montfermeil,

a peasant woman thought she saw

the Devil unearth his treasure.

Meanwhile, Rue Plumet...

The next day, Paris was

burying General Lamarque.

Are you coming with us,

Mr. Maboeuf?

We're going

to topple the government!

- I'm in!

- It will get rowdy.

- That's good!

- Sabers and gunshots, Mr. Maboeuf!

- That's good!

- Even cannons fired!

That's good!

Get in the procession.

All right, Chief.

Present arms!

Stop!

Let us through!

Let us through!

The Army with us!

Let's honor General Lamarque!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Unharness the horses!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

Lamarque at the Pantheon!

At the Pantheon!

At the Pantheon!

Let's not fight on open ground.

Let's go to the center of Paris.

- We have to get weapons!

- Let's go!

I have a rifle and bullets!

- Let's go!

- I'm in!

They fired on the people!

We're powerless here!

We need guns!

- You'll ruin me!

- The Revolution will pay you back!

- Now, to the barricades!

- To the barricades!

- Hey, friends!

- Over here, guys!

- We're coming, guys!

- We're hiring for the Republic!

Come on, students!

We'll control Rue St Denis

with our weapons.

They won't dare come close.

Tomorrow, we'll be the assailants.

Let's go, friends!

Let's go!

"Au raisin de Corinte?" No "H"?

A wine shop; I like it.

Enjolras is the king of strategists!

Hi.

Good! Put this over there.

We'll put the injured here.

Upstairs will be our citadel.

The floor is very sturdy,

the bullets will hit it like a hammer.

- I have an idea, sir.

- What is it?

Let's have a glass or two

to the Republic's health.

You're dead-drunk.

Go away, you're a disgrace.

I didn't drink it all,

there's still some left.

Take these bottles upstairs,

we can use them as projectiles.

Give me that.

I don't mind dying for the Republic,

but I don't want to die of thirst.

Your idea, then?

Over there, working.

See the bald man over there?

He's a spy.

Are you sure?

Just last week, he almost

ripped my ear off

for taking lead to make bullets.

I know him as well;

I dealt with him not long ago.

Wait.

- Who are you?

- I see what this is.

- A spy?

- Inspector Javert.

Let's take him in the wine shop.

If things go wrong, we'll shoot him.

Right now, let's not waste bullets. Go.

You again. You still haven't

returned my pistol.

Meanwhile, Jean Valjean,

having packed all his belongings,

was preparing to leave France.

While waiting for his passports,

he was going to a secluded

apartment he had rented in Paris.

Are you coming?

We should be in London in 8 days,

after we get our passports.

7 Rue de I'Homme Arm.

"My Beloved...

We are leaving for England

and I'll die if I lose you.

Rue de I'Homme Arm,

number 7."

Eponine knew that whatever

events were unfolding in Pan's,

the night would bring her Marius.

Cosette?

Cosette?

No, not Cosette.

You?

- Are you disappointed?

- What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.

She's gone.

I saw them lock the house.

They won't be back.

Gone? Do you know

where they went?

I heard the man tell the young lady

they'd be in London soon.

London?

It's far away, isn't it?

She didn't leave anything for me?

A note, a message?

No.

Where are you going?

We're fighting in Paris.

Remember what I told you.

The great upheaval has begun!

I used to be afraid of dying.

Now, it doesn't matter to me.

I almost wish for it.

Let me come with you.

We'll have a laugh.

Watch out.

Let's go around,

there's a passageway.

Listen.

It's the bell of Saint-Merri.

Mr. Enjolras!

The soldiers are approaching!

Disperse!

Otherwise, we'll charge!

Wait!

Soldiers, listen to me!

The night hides you,

but I know your faces.

You could be my sons!

In '89, I too was 20 years old.

But I was fighting against

the Bastille, for the Republic!

Join us!

Let each of us defend

this dead old man

as he would defend his living father.

His garment will be our flag.

Watch out! Line up!

Aim properly.

Don't waste your bullets.

Forward! Get rid of this rabble!

Fire!

Fire!

Give me your weapons!

Forward! Show no mercy!

Stay calm!

Get rid of this rabble!

Take this away!

Here, Marius!

Stand firm!

Surrender!

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