Les Misérables

Faster, run.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Argh!

Rich pickings here.

Let's have a look at ya.

Ooh.

You're not... You're not dead, mon ami.

Who won the battle?

Er, English. Oh. Worse luck.

So, it's all over.

In my pocket, you'll find a watch and a purse.

- Ah. - You take them. They're yours.

Oh! Much obliged.

Er, well, there's... There's nothing there.

Well, I don't...

I must have been robbed. I'm sorry.

Ah.

They're coming. I'm off.

Wait, wait. You saved my life.

- Who are you? - A Frenchman like you, monsieur.

And if... If they catch me, I'll be shot.

Yeah, your name and... Name and rank.

Thenardier, sir.

Sergeant.

- You're a sergeant? - Yes.

I will remember you. And you remember me.

Colonel Pontmercy.

And if we both survive...

...you can call on me, I swear it.

Hush. Shh.

Over there! There he goes!

Shoot him!

Up.

Colonel Baron Pontmercy for Monsieur Gillenormand.

Pontmercy? Is he still alive? I thought he died at Waterloo.

I'll see him all right.

I'll see him off with a flea in his ear.

You dare to come here.

Good day, father-in-law.

Don't you bring that up with me, sir.

I rue the day my poor daughter ever set eyes on you.

And now the poor girl is dead.

I thanked God I need never see you again and yet, here you are.

I was hoping, sir, that we could

make up our differences.

Were you?

I marvel at your insolence.

Make up our differences? You gave up all hope of that

when you allied your fortunes with that Corsican brigand Bonaparte.

I fought for France, sir.

Napoleon was a great man. He still has my allegiance.

Better not say that too loud, young man.

France has a king again, thank God.

It's your lot that's spilling up from lamp posts now.

How do you like that now the boot's on the other foot? Ha.

Bonaparte is scum.

You're a traitor to your class.

Sir, will you at least let me spend some time with my little boy?

Never. You will never set eyes on him and I promise you this.

If you break my prohibition, I'll disinherit him.

Sir, I beg you. For Marius' sake, if not for mine.

Never.

He will be brought up to curse your very name, Pontmercy.

Now, leave my house. Go on. Get out. Get out.

Monsieur.

I take the child to church every Sunday at 10:00.

You can see him there.

Thank you. Which church?

Saint-Sulpice.

Saint-Sulpice.

Thank you.

Please, Favorite.

You won't have to look after me. I can take care of myself.

Go on.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Please.

No, Fantine.

You're too young. We won't let you.

But I'm old enough to work with you.

Come on, just let her come.

So, what do you say?

Well...

- I suppose. - Thank you.

She'll be fine.

You can look after her if she's not.

You have to do what we say, all right?

Don't show me up, Fantine.

I promise I won't.

- Go. - Come on!

Move it out.

Move.

Go.

Let's go. All right.

Come on. Move it.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on!

Get back in line!

Back in line, scum.

Eyes forward, I said.

Keep on moving.

Move it. Move it.

Get back to work.

You heard me.

Pick 'em up, I said.

Come on! Pick up them buckets!

Filthy dog.

What are you looking at?

Well, get him out from under there.

Use the ropes to get him out from under that rock.

Get it off!

Come on. There's four of you.

And get that lot back to work.

Again.

- One, two, three. - Use the ropes.

All right, let him in.

You can have a go.

Unshackle 24601 and put him in the guard room.

Mmm.

Well, now, 24601.

What was all that about today?

You saving that guard's life. Why?

If you were trying to get yourself an early release,

you tried in vain.

There's no hope of that. No hope at all.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Is that what you hope to achieve by it?

Your strong man act.

What for?

Make a fool of me?

I'm right, aren't I?

Let me tell you something that might surprise you.

I could've been a criminal.

I was born in prison.

My parents were criminals.

Men like us have only two choices.

To prey on society or to guard it.

You chose the former, I chose the latter.

And I can tell you, if I'd chosen to be a criminal,

I would've been a hell of a lot better one than you've turned out to be.

Nineteen years for a loaf of bread.

You've got 12 months left to serve.

My guess you'll be back in here before another year's gone by.

And next time,

it will be for life.

Whatever you think,

you can never win.

Guard!

Take him back.

Rich boys on the hunt, just like us.

Look at blondie over there in the blue.

He looks as if he wants to eat you, Fantine.

I think he looks nice.

Blondie, it's your lucky night tonight.

What do you say then, gentlemen? Will they do?

Well, I'd say they're ripe for the plucking.

One or two of them have been plucked before, I'd say.

I like a girl who knows her way around a man.

Then I stake my claim to the little brunette.

She's ravishing.

And what if she prefers one of us?

To me? Impossible. No... No, I'm serious, gentlemen.

Keep off the grass. She's mine.

Don't be shy. Don't be shy.

Men. You could wait forever.

Come on, Fantine. Come on.

- Oh. - Oh...

No, no, no. I'm afraid we cannot permit you to dance without partners.

I thought you'd never ask, monsieur.

Oh!

May I ask your name, mademoiselle?

Fantine, monsieur.

Fantine.

Come on.

So, are we going again next week?

As long as it's understood they pay for everything

and bring us there and home again, why not?

- Fantine? - Oh, yes, of course.

Look at her. She's in love already.

No, I'm not.

Mmm-hmm.

Come here, pet.

You have to remember they're not serious, these types.

They're just amusing themselves.

They come to Paris to learn how to be fine gentlemen,

then they go home and they marry the girl their father chose for them.

Maybe it's not always like that.

Yes, it is. It's always like that.

We're not like them.

We're not ladies, we're grisettes.

The ground we walk on, it's not solid ground, Fantine.

We could fall through at any time. We could be down in the gutter

and no one would care.

Plenty more where we come from.

But why should it always be like that?

Because it is.

Miss Fantine, the seam's crooked. Unpick it and do it again.

Slow and steady wins the race.

I'm not bad.

Come on, Felix, get your back into it, man.