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Les Miserables Page #7
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- 1958
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Close the ranks!
Close the ranks!
Hold firmly!
And the night fell
on 60,000 corpses.
Great, an officer.
Who won?
The English.
I have a broken leg.
Don't let them take you.
Me, I am done,
but you, go away.
They don't scare me.
I'll get you out of here.
I could even find a carriage,
but I need money.
- Your name?
- Sergeant Thnardier, and you?
Colonel Pontmercy.
I will never forget.
Don't worry.
There.
For my son.
At Waterloo, a man saved my life.
His name is Thnardier.
If my son meets him, he has to be
as generous as possible with him.
The Emperor made me
a Baron on the battlefield.
The Restoration
is contesting me this title.
My son will take it,
and he will carry it,
and he will deserve it.
Baron! You are baron, now?
What does that mean?
My father bequeathed me this title,
earned with his blood.
And I will be proud to carry it.
Your father? It's me!
My father is a man who
gloriously served the Republic,
the Emperor, and France.
And he made only one mistake:
to love too much two ingrates,
his homeland and myself.
Marius! Abominable child!
murderers, red bonnets!
Thieves! Baron!
You are about as much
a baron as my slipper!
All bandits who betrayed their king
and served Robespierre
and Bonaparte!
All cowards who ran away
from the English and
the Prussians at Waterloo.
Traitors and cowards,
all of them!
All of them, you hear?
Down with the Bourbons,
and this pig, Louis XVIII.
A baron like Monsieur
and an old emigrant like me
cannot stay under the same roof.
I am asking you
I'll be thrilled to do so.
Father, you are quite right.
Daughter, you are
an ermine of stupidity
without one stain of intelligence.
Marius, without any money,
went to live in a shack,
not far from the gate of Italy...
not far from the district
of the horse market.
Without quitting his law studies,
to earn his living.
But his neighbors
didn't respect his work.
Are you going to shut up?
One cannot work here!
You'll see, if I lose my temper!
Only their daughter, Eponine,
seemed to be interested in him.
Here you are, finally.
It took you a long time.
Next time you'll hire me
a hackney-coach.
How she speaks to her dad,
this one!
My legs are killing me.
I went up and down the floors, and
everywhere it smelled like cooking.
Everywhere the same answer:
we have our poor.
Here. 20 sous. That's all I got.
And he wanted to caress my hands.
To caress your hands, 20 sous?
The world has fallen real low.
I'll read you something
that may be bring us more.
Listen.
"Mrs. Comtesse de Montvernet,
9 Rue Cassette."
Cassette. It means big bucks.
What a load of lies.
"I am an unfortunate
mother of six children.
The last one is only
three months old.
Abandoned by my husband, ill,
in bed in the worst misery.
I send you my oldest daughter,
hoping you'll have a good heart,
with my deepest respect.
Signed:
Femme Balisar."They wouldn't have any heart.
I hope to get at least
three francs out of it.
Here Gavroche, take this.
You'll say your sisters are sick.
- No.
- That's how you speak to your dad?
In the days of the Emperor, they
would have straightened you out.
You would be in the army,
and they would teach you life.
I said no. I am fed up
with begging everywhere.
If you wanted, you could work.
I am not a man who does
just any kind of work.
- I used to be in the military.
- Well, military salute, then.
Beat it or I'll knock you out!
There is someone next door,
a student.
A student!
He should go to work.
Good morning, Mr. Marius.
Good morning.
As many students, Marius was
coming to work in the Luxembourg.
looking at him.
It used to make him
at once shy and furious.
He thought they were looking
at him for his old clothes,
and that they laughed about it.
But they were looking at him
for his charm,
One day...
on the next bench...
One day,
the eyes of a young girl
have the power
of creating in a soul
this dark ower filled
with perfume and poison
that one calls love.
He was missing a button
and his shoes were dirty.
He didn't dare follow her.
The man and the young girl lived
in a remote house in the Rue Plumet,
where they were known as
Mr. Fauchelevent and his daughter.
And often, they saw him gardening.
From a fellow student,
richer than he,
Marius borrowed a frock
some gloves, and a hat.
And she was wearing a new dress.
She is looking at me.
If I dared, I would get up
and walk in front of her.
She is looking at me, too.
I would like to be handsome, to wear
the war cross, to be on a horse.
I am ridiculous.
That young man
looks very knowledgeable.
- This young man?
- Yes.
Cosette.
What are you thinking about?
Nothing.
Mr. Fauchelevent
took a different path,
So, Fauchelevent came alone.
The next day,
And the next day.
And the following days.
And all the other benches
where he had seen her sitting.
Not far from him, another man seemed
to be also looking for someone.
It was Javert,
looking for Jean Valjean.
The weeks passed, and Marius
didn't again see this young gin',
whose name was
still unknown to him.
But facing him were coming events
that were going to shatter his life
and inflame the heart of Paris.
Down with Louis-Philippe!
Down with Louis-Philippe!
Wait a little bit!
Oh, my God, the Reds!
We'll go to all the schools!
SECOND PERIOD:
The 1830s Revolution didn't
bring forth the Republic
and France was restless.
Citizens, General Lamarque is ill.
They say he's going to die.
He was the last defender of
our liberties at the Assembly.
If we lose him,
we must fear the worst.
Everything will reverse
back to before '89.
Marius had made friends among
the Latin Quarters generous youth.
Thus, he started spending time
with revolutionary groups.
the back room of the Caf Musain,
on the Place Saint-Michel.
Gentlemen, here's your new friend.
Their leader was named Enjolras.
We're glad to have you among us.
You've come a long way
to get here, I think.
Bahorel.
Sir.
Joly.
You know General Lamarque
is very ill.
If he dies, the Republicans will stir
and so will the Bonapartists.
The rabble will try to take advantage
to plunder and kill.
Anywhere there is lead in Paris,
roofs, monuments, gutters,
that lead is being torn down
to be made into bullets.
That's right.
Keep an eye on it and put a stop
to it when the time comes.
Each one of you will be assigned
Here are the files on the suspects.
Javert, you'll be at
the Val-de-Grce station.
to the Friends of the ABC;
some rabble-rousers I'd like
to see behind bars.
The Claquesous Gang.
I know them.
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