Les Miserables Page #9

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I met them in the street.

- And your dress?

- She had just bought it.

- And where's all this coming from?

- They bought it for you.

Go back to the store and ask,

they must know him there!

- No.

- What?

I don't want you to hurt these people.

Is that how you talk to your father?

Don't touch me or I'll scream!

Don't count on me to help you

with your nasty tricks!

Your plan is ruined.

I won't let that pest ruin my plans.

Leave! You're always underfoot,

not working, not talking!

- Where do you expect me to go?

- Out! Come back tomorrow.

Tonight, I want to be free. Go!

It's been several years,

but I recognized him at once.

That scoundrel

hasn't changed much.

Some people never age, I don't

know how they manage it.

He didn't recognize me

because of my beard.

And you know what?

The beautiful young lady

he calls his daughter...

- No!

- Yes, it is she!

- That one?

- That one!

Dressed like a princess

when my daughters

don't have a gown to wear!

I'd like to jump on her stomach

with wooden shoes!

Don't worry. Tomorrow your girls

will look like princesses

and you'll wear a fancy dress

that will turn young men's heads.

And we'll eat chicken!

But not charity chicken.

I'm tired of misery.

I want to have my turn now,

before I rot!

I, too, want to be

a bit of a millionaire.

Not so loud. The neighbor...

That long-legged ass?

Listen, we'll tell Claquesous.

He'll warn the Gang.

The other one comes at 8,

the house will be empty.

The student will be out

for his politics.

The hunters will be alone

with the pigeon!

He'll have to make a sacrifice!

Come in.

Inspector, a man is bringing us

an interesting case.

- Political?

- No...

but it could help us

catch the Claquesous Gang.

- Mr. Marius Pontmercy?

- Yes.

Thanks for warning us. We've been

after these villains for a while.

You promise to catch them in

the act, but they're dangerous.

- Are you afraid?

- Not more than you.

I suppose that you're armed?

No, why?

In that case, take this pistol.

Conceal yourself in your room,

Let them think you're out.

Observe. We'll be posted

around the house.

We'll let the men go by.

Let them do their thing,

but not too much.

Enough so that we can

catch them in the act.

When you think it's time,

fire one shot in the air.

- I'll take care of the rest.

- Understood.

One word of advice, Mr. Pontmercy.

In the next few days,

avoid your young friends

who want to change the world in

the back room of Caf Musain.

My ideas concern no one but me.

Give me back the pistol later.

I hope they're on time.

- There's no one next door?

- He's out.

With his politics, he's never

back before midnight.

Let's make sure of it. Go check.

No one's here!

A hackney coach!

Hurry up!

Block the door if need be.

Yes?

Come in, my benefactor.

It's so good of you to have

come one more time.

I told you I'd be back around 8.

It must be 8, then. We don't know;

I don't have a watch anymore.

How is your wife?

She's dying. But she's so brave.

She's not a woman, she's an ox.

Your daughters aren't here?

No, the wounded one had to go

to the hospital to be bandaged up;

her older sister went with her.

Did my benefactor

bring the rent money?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- Here.

- Thank you.

Sit down, dear sir.

Sit down with me;

I have a proposition for you.

Here. Paris is no good for you.

You'll never lead the honest life

you deserve here.

Too many actors like you

and not enough tickets sold.

- That's true.

- Isn't it?

I thought you'd need a new country.

I'll buy you and your family

a trip to the Americas.

I'll set you up with some money

so that you can wait for...

the acting parts that'll suit you.

Some money? How much?

A thousand Louis.

A thousand Louis?!

Sweet Jesus.

Shut up!

Excuse me, sir, but women

only think about money.

For us men, the heart talks.

I love Paris.

I can't live away from Paris.

I can't breathe.

Two leagues away

from the Seine and I'm breathless.

It'd take a lot to forget Paris.

I said, a lot.

You're making a mistake.

You should leave rapidly

with what I offer you.

Your future would be brighter.

My future or yours?

I'd like to show you something

that explains why I love France.

It's a picture, but a masterpiece.

I'm attached to it.

But if you're interested,

I'll be willing to part with it.

We're in such poverty...

Take no heed.

It's just a neighbor.

His face is black

because he's a coal worker.

People come and go here;

It is God's house.

It's a very valuable picture.

David painted it.

He got his inspiration

from my own story.

"To the Sergeant of Waterloo."

I'm the Sergeant.

I'm saving a Colonel,

pulling him from under corpses.

That's the moment

when I'm saving his life.

The picture doesn't ring a bell?

You haven't seen it anywhere?

No.

If I could sell it for enough money,

I might leave France.

What value do you set upon it?

Three francs.

We're all here, we can start now.

First, look at me.

Don't you recognize me?

Like this, without the beard.

The inn at Montfermeil, with the sign

of the Sergeant of Waterloo.

Don't you remember?

Thnardier.

I am Thnardier.

What do you mean?

I don't know you.

You don't remember?

You don't know who I am?

I do. You're a bandit.

That's how rich people call us!

We're hungry, so we're bandits.

You eat truffles, asparagus

and green peas in January.

When you want to know if it's

cold, you look at the thermometer.

But for us bandits,

our skin is our thermometer!

Step aside.

Let us work a little.

Don't let him escape!

Don't hurt him. Sit him down.

Pick up the table,

it'll be more proper.

Pick up the table.

There.

What is he waiting for?

Let's go see.

No papers, no money.

You think you're so smart?

But you'll give us your address,

dear sir.

You don't know it? I'll tell you.

See how nice he is.

Where do you live?

On the Vendme Column.

Bastard! Wait, I'll make you talk.

Bring me the brazier!

Good, good.

You'll be good

and give us the address.

Then we'll go get

your beautiful little lady.

When she's here, you'll be happy

to give us all the money we want

so that we don't hurt

your little treasure.

Go ahead and shrug.

You don't want to talk?

Wait, he's gonna yell.

No, the gentleman won't yell.

He doesn't want

the cops to show up.

When he came to get

the girl in Montfermeil,

the cops were already

chasing him.

So, are you gonna

give us the address?

No.

Do you remember

knocking me out in my attic?

You think you can make me say

what I don't want to say?

Here, look.

You're not men enough.

The old man is too tough for you.

If one of you doesn't mind the heat,

let him come closer.

So? You, the brave Sergeant.

And you, the Terror.

You might be vicious,

but you're weak!

Let me take care of him!

- Having fun, my friends?

- Javert!

Don't worry, I'm not alone.

You're 6, we're 15. Let's not fight.

Hi, Montparnasse.

Hi, Gueulemer.

The whole Claquesous Gang.

Right, kill me. My men will

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