Les Misérables: The Story of Jean Valjean (Jean Valjean)

Dark theme

The women chat and laugh.

Mine.

A young girl tells.

- In the first days of December 1815,

about an hour before sunset,

a man came into town.

He presented himself to the police station.

Nobody knew him.

Where did he come from?

From the South.

From the seaside, perhaps.

Men laugh, hubbub.

Never! Candy.

Oh...

- Where were you? How long does it take you to wash clothes?

It's true, where were you?

- I missed you. Come on, come here.

Come! The jug breaks.

Can't you be careful?

Isn't it enough for you to be late?

I will deduct the price of the jug from your wages.

And try to be more friendly with customers.

It's my tour, guys.

He breathes deeply.

Unintelligible words

- A woman: - He's a convict.

Look at him.

Hubbub

I'm sorry, I can't see you.

These gentlemen have

reserved all the rooms.

The stables will do the trick.

- The horses take up all the space. - I need a little.

Well, it's already too much.

- I walked as soon as the sun rose, I covered twelve leagues, I am hungry.

And I have nothing for you.

The customers are silent.

Just a piece of bread.

Come on, go away.

Disturbing theme

Someone throws rocks at him.

A child: - Starve your hunger!

We don't want you here!

Assassin!

The storm is brewing.

The dog growls.

Growl

The dog is crying.

Don't move!

The storm is brewing.

Intriguing theme

Squeaks

What are you doing here, my friend?

I'm trying to sleep.

On the stone, outside?

I've had worse.

So go to the inn.

Alas,

you have no money?

- I only have four cents. - Always give.

We could accommodate you.

Out of charity.

I knocked on every door.

And everywhere, I was chased away.

There's a house

down the road there.

Did you knock there?

No.

Hit it.

Hmm?

My cousin's neighbor was the one the

police were looking for, the counterfeiter.

Evil is everywhere.

They even arrested his wife.

The prosecutor says he will obtain a confession within the week.

What if he is innocent?

- In that case, what is he doing in prison? - Good question.

What should we do with an accused man before he goes to trial?

Leaving him free means taking the risk that he will do it again.

If he committed the act for which he is accused.

To put him in prison is to treat him as guilty.

And this, even if he is innocent.

- These people are scoundrels, they are everywhere.

One even came to town today.

Yes, miss.

This man would be dangerous.

They say it is horrible: ugly, hairy, stinking.

The horror.

Certainly a bohemian, a man of sacks and ropes.

- Really? - As I say.

There are going to be misfortunes, everyone says that.

- Everyone, that's a lot of people.

She coughs.

Let me tell the locksmith

to put back the old locks, we have them there.

- At this time? - It's three houses from here.

He will be happy to be useful. His sister is a friend.

It's a matter of a minute.

- Madame Magloire, there is no need to invent the pretext of the lock

to go see your good friend the locksmith.

These are slanders, Monseigneur.

- Stupidity spewed by jealous people. - We could put a latch.

So we are in serious danger?

- We do not see the door open to all the winds.

- Talk to him, he doesn't listen to me. - If that reassures Mrs. Magloire.

- At least for tonight, until this danger is over.

We would even let the devil into this house!

- Locking yourself away is not just refusing the other.

It is also refusing what we could be or become.

A doctor's door should always remain open.

But you are not a doctor.

Every man is another's doctor.

I'm a... Someone is banging on the door.

Come in!

My name is Jean Valjean.

I spent nineteen years in prison.

I have been released for four days.

Four days that I have been walking since Toulon.

Four days I hear: “Go away.”

Nobody wanted me, I lay down outside, a

good woman told me to knock at your house.

I knocked.

- Mrs. Magloire, set another place.

Did you hear me?

I am a convict.

Here is my passport.

It's used to introduce me to the authorities

when I arrive in town and have me chased away.

Do you want to read!?

“Stayed in the penal colony for nineteen years.

“Five years for burglary.

“Fourteen for trying to escape, this man is dangerous.”

So.

- I see that you have received the rain, sir.

You must be tired.

Come closer, the fire will warm you.

You will have supper

while we make your bed.

Madame Magloire, put white sheets on the bed in the alcove.

Please, sir, sit down.

What is it here?

Who are you?

A priest.

A priest?

A brave man of a priest.

Who lives with two women, on top of that.

- There are things I refuse to hear, I will be in the kitchen.

- A man opens his door to you, feeds you, and you slander him?

That wasn't my intention.

That's what you did.

Two men were there, face to face.

One, the convict,

was boorish, but had hidden nothing about his past.

The other, the brave man of a priest, was more obviously amiable,

but it remained a mystery to everyone.

A few decades earlier,

he had gone to Italy on the arm of his wife

to come back alone and cantankerous.

The death of the one he loved had changed him.

He had left the century to enter religion.

He had convinced himself that he must become a merciless servant of God,

but his transformation was not yet complete.

And to understand the rest,

it is appropriate to return to his first visit to this place.

- The sisters work miracles, but we lack everything, Monsignor.

Bandages, potions and even food.

You should be able to buy meat from time to time.

A sick person must be able to eat to regain health.

Oh...

A man coughs.

- Mr. Director. - Yes?

Excuse me, Monsignor.

What's going on?

- That day, the one who was now bishop visited the hospital.

A chore he promised himself he would never impose on himself again.

Monsignor Myriel, because that was his real name,

had the title and all the attributes of his position.

His Eminence preferred to visit the rich

and frequent the powerful.

He lived as a notable, one of those who judge and condemn.

And then, one day, something happened.

No one knows what.

But it happened.

He changed.

But even better, he changed.

And what was a chore to run away from

became a daily event.

- Have a nice day, my friend. - Thank you, Monsignor.

- The beds are very close together.

It's getting worse and worse.

I am very worried about the future.

The upstairs is full, we have installed some unfortunate people in the courtyard.

Not to mention future epidemics.

This year we had typhus.

Try to sleep.

- Space ran out and it will happen again.

What do you want, you have to resign yourself to reality.

We will no longer be able to accept everyone.

- How many beds could fit in my dining room?