Les Miserables Page #13

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His name is Jean Valjean.

I know it.

But what you don't know

is that he's an ex-convict.

I know it.

Monsieur le Baron surprises me.

But you can see

that I'm well informed.

But what I have to tell you

is known by myself alone.

It is an extraordinary secret.

I'll sell it for 20,000 francs.

I know that secret

as I know the others.

10,000 francs and I'll talk.

You have nothing to tell me.

Still, I must have dinner tonight.

I know everything, even your name.

That's not difficult, I had the honor

of writing it to you. Thnard...

- ...dier.

- What?

- Thnardier.

- Thnardier?

Also known as Jondrette,

the poet Alvares, Fabantou the actor.

Father of Eponine and Gavroche.

You hurt me there.

I lost my oldest daughter,

my poor little boy.

They died for the Republic.

Monsieur le Baron, you're right,

I am Thnardier.

See? I know as much as you do.

Jean Valjean is a robber. He was

sent to the galleys for robbery.

A small robbery, I must add.

Still, Jean Valjean

is a robber and an assassin.

- Explain yourself.

- That's easy.

On June 6th, the day of the riots,

I, for personal reasons,

unconnected with politics,

was hiding in the sewer.

- The sewer?

- That leads to the Seine.

Sometimes, circumstances lead

an honest man to step into...

dirty water.

And I saw someone I knew well;

I had met him a few times.

- It was our man.

- Jean Valjean?

Himself. And he wasn't alone.

He was carrying

someone on his back.

A young man covered in blood.

A flagrant case of assassination,

were there ever one.

The robbery was the motive

for the crime, of course.

That young man

didn't have any money.

Come on!

Jean Valjean offered me

half of what he'd taken

out of the young man's pockets

for me to let him out.

He's a man of terrible strength;

I couldn't refuse him.

You came to accuse a man;

you have justified him.

Mr. Thnardier,

you are a Scoundrel!

- The word is strong.

- I saw you in action.

But I have a debt to repay

that you know nothing of.

Maybe you've never even deserved it.

You want to go to America.

Come back tomorrow,

I'll give you what you need.

Thank you, Monsieur le Baron,

but I don't understand.

I don't ask you to understand,

I ask you to get out.

As you please, Monsieur le Baron.

- You said tomorrow, right?

- Get out!

We should have him

taken to the hospital.

He doesn't have any servants.

I can't always watch after him,

I have to mind my lodge.

Too late for the hospital.

He's a worn-down old man

who must have lost someone

close to his heart.

One dies of this condition.

Will you come back, Doctor?

I'd rather it be someone else...

Father! You're ill!

Why didn't you say anything?

It is you, my child; you came.

How nice of you, my little girl.

You came too?

Please forgive me.

Now I know everything,

and so does she.

Come with us, you'll be happy.

We'll never leave you again.

I'll come to get you

tomorrow morning.

It's too late now.

No, it's not too late.

Don't cry, my child.

I was so worried I wouldn't

see you again, and then you came.

I'm so happy.

Do you remember Montfermeil

and the wood?

When I took your bucket and

held your hand for the first time?

And the large doll?

You know it is still here?

And the convent, when you

put cherries on your ears?

My child, the moment has arrived

to tell you your mother's name.

It was Fantine.

Remember this name-- Fantine.

She knew as much misery

as you have known happiness.

She loved you dearly,

and she suffered terribly.

My children...

I must confess, Marius...

that I did not always like you...

and I ask your forgiveness.

Love each other dearly and always.

Because in the end, only one thing

matters in this world:

Love.

Love.

Take these

two candlesticks with you.

I hope the man who gave them

to me is satisfied with me.

I have done what I could.

Another thing:

Don't forget that I'm a poor man,

and when I'm gone,

have me buried

under a simple stone,

no name on it.

That is my will.

You're here, my child. I'm happy.

He sleeps. Although his fate

was very strange, he lived.

He died when he had

no longer his angel.

The thing came to pass simply,

of itself,

as the night comes

when day is gone.

THE END:

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