Les Miserables Page #2

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Nothing.

Why didn't you tell these gentlemen

that I gave them to you?

You even forgot your candlesticks.

I had given them to you with the

silverware, why did you leave them?

Mrs. Magloire, go look for

this gentleman's silverware.

Go ahead!

Go ahead!

- You had given them to him?

- Of course.

- So, we can let him go?

- Yes. And give him back his goods.

I'll obey if you say so,

Monseigneur.

Why Monseigneur?

He is not the priest?

No, it's Monseigneur

the bishop. Here.

Thank you, Mrs. Magloire.

Can I offer you a glass

of wine, Sergeant?

I would hate to refuse,

Monseigneur.

Mrs. Magloire,

show them the way.

- Follow me, sirs.

- I will be right there.

Thank you.

Wait!

You forget

your candlesticks again.

Come on, take them.

Jean Valjean, my brother, I don't

believe in the power of money.

But this could help you

to become another man.

You don't belong to the bad

anymore, but to the good.

It is your soul I am buying.

Jean Valjean left town

as if he were running away.

He walked straight ahead all day

and then he collapsed,

exhausted, on a log.

He was feeling some kind of rage

because he didn't understand

the generosity of this man

he had stolen from.

So this was the truth.

During twenty years

at the penal colony,

they had taught him

a different one.

- What do you want?

- I don't want anything.

- Then why are you here?

- I was passing by.

So pass.

It's beautiful.

- My coin, sir!

- Go away.

- Give me my coin back!

- Go away.

- Give it back to me!

- Go away, I say!

Eh, listen!

Stop!

Thief. He was a thief.

He understood that he would pay

for the silver coin his whole life.

Complaint of Pierre Burloz

called Petit Pierre.

Armed robbery.

Dangerous recidivist.

Didn't have his passport

stamped any more.

Wanted.

A few years later,

the little town of Montreuil

sur Mer in northern France

rose unexpectedly.

A humble craftsman of

mysterious origin, Mr. Madeleine,

was applying a new craft process

to the manufacture of jewelry.

Soon, he bought the most

beautiful house in the region

and transformed it into a hospital,

while he came to live humbly

on the other side of the square.

After your hospital, it was

a pharmacy free of charge.

Then, an old people's home.

A school for boys.

Another for girls.

At last,

a help fund for the workers,

which demonstrates

your endless generosity

and your relentless commitment

to the public welfare.

Your industriousness has brought

prosperity to the entire region.

Your big heart is chasing misery,

ignorance, and illness.

For these services,

despite your dislike of honors,

in the name of His Majesty,

I appoint you

mayor of Montreuil sur Mer.

He had become Mr. Mayor.

People said of him,

this is a rich man who

doesn't look pretentious,

and this is a lucky man

who doesn't look happy.

When a little chimney sweep

was coming into town,

he asked to take him in

and gave him some money.

Word circulated,

and many more came.

But one day, another visitor

came to Montreuil.

All right. Thank you.

Mr. Mayor.

Mr. Mayor, I wanted to introduce

myself as soon as I arrived.

I am the new Police Inspector.

I was waiting for you.

You will be the head of the City Police

under my supervision.

- I will be proud of it.

- What is your name?

Inspector Javert.

Javert.

Yes. Javert.

Here is my nomination.

Thank you.

What is your service record?

I joined the police 10 years ago.

I did three years in Montauban,

four in Moulin, four in Bthune.

I am hoping to be appointed

in Paris after my stay here.

I hope it for you. In the meantime,

I hope we will get along.

I got the best training.

My father was the head locksmith

of the penal colony of Toulon.

I spent my youth

among the worst rabble.

We had the indomitable,

the headstrong.

Mr. Mayor can't imagine.

- I imagine.

- No, you had to be there.

First of all, do you know

the rabble, Mr. Javert?

It is simple.

First, there are honest people,

established people,

then the ones who have no work,

no family, no home.

The first group makes up society

and respects the law.

The others respect nothing

and attack everything.

My duty is to defend the former

against the latter.

- It is not difficult.

- Not so easy.

Mr. Mayor, there was an accident.

Old Fauchelevent

just fell under his car.

Oh, my God,

I don't want to see this!

We have to go look for Mr. Mayor!

Good morning, Mr. Mayor.

We'll have to wait

15 minutes for a hoist!

Go look for a beam

to use as leverage.

I will never be able to.

- You are going to hurt yourself.

- Take this.

Wait, you guys.

That's it, he is lifting it!

Come on, put the lever there.

Quickly, GUYS-

- Be careful.

- He is in a bad way.

It's nothing, buddy,

you'll get out of it.

It's nothing.

- It's great, Mr. Mayor.

- God bless you.

I have known only one man

capable of doing what you did.

He was a convict at

the penal colony of Toulon.

His name was Jean Valjean.

So now

you know a second one.

Like in all the little towns,

there was in Montreuil sur Mer

a class of young men

who were nibbling on their private

income, being deeply bored

while they thought

they were having fun.

They had contempt for women,

were drinking, yawning,

smelled like tobacco,

were playing pool,

were not working,

didn't have any use at all.

They spent most

of their time at the caf,

summers... and winters.

- Spade.

- The doormat girl is ready to work.

She is probably

freezing her butt off.

- I bet you Louis is going.

- Goodbye!

- You've lost, buddy.

- Ah, the b*tch. Stupid girl.

- Wait, it's going to cost her!

- Good luck!

Are you coming, darling?

Don't pretend to be shy.

Hey, we'll have a good laugh.

Bastard!

Don't touch me, brute!

Bastard! Swine!

Let me go, let me go!

It's the Magistrate's Court.

Here, sign.

You don't know to do it?

All right.

You're good for six months.

Take her away.

Six months in jail!

It's impossible!

I have my little girl's

boarding to pay!

My little Cosette,

what will happen to her?

They will throw her outside

in the winter's cold!

There is nothing

I can do about it.

If I do this work,

it is not by vice, I swear!

I swear, I had no more money!

I sold everything...

I have a little girl in the countryside!

She is sick!

I need some money.

Every whore says the same thing.

- Alas, it is almost always true.

- Mr. Mayor...

Ah, it's you, Mr. Mayor?

You came to see your work.

What I have become

is because of you.

Well, are you happy?

I am going to jail!

I was earning a living in your factory

and you threw me out

because I had a little girl

without being married.

What did she do to you,

my little Cosette?

She is not allowed to laugh

and eat like the other children?

I was not aware of all this.

Why didn't you come to see me?

Oh, it's so easy, what with

the foremen who bar the way.

A boss? What's the use?

I don't know you, and you neither.

All men are pigs!

I have sold all my things,

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