Les Miserables (Les Misérables)

This film was remastered and restored by the Eclair Group and LE. Diapson

for Les Films 13, with the aid of the CNC

Les Miserables received in 1996

The Golden Globe for Best Foreign Film

The César Award for Best Supporting Actress, Annie Girardot

Italy's Gold Efebo

Italy's Silver Efebo

The Roger E. Joseph Prize (New York) London Film Critics Circle — Best Foreign Film

Forgive me, Lord...

I didn't want to be a bastard.

Little chimney-sweep!

Little chimney-sweep!

Come back!

Please forgive me!

Ladies and gentlemen, our century is about to end.

Let us bid it farewell in its last seconds:

13... 12...

11... 10...

3...

2... 1...

Zero!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I wish you a Happy New Year,

and above all... Happy Century!

Have a Happy Century!

Happy Century!

Still in widowhood?

Until I find the next one.

You still wish to marry me?

Marriage for men is a gamble,

women stake their life!

People marry less and less.

How miserable this century'll be!

First I saw the day,

Then I saw the days go by,

Rainy days,

Ordinary days.

I turned 10,

and I turned 20,

Who remembers?

T'was a while ago.

I grew up, I don't know how,

Came Winter, came spring,

Came the War and the Germans.

I saw people dance... so many people,

I saw old friends,

Soldiers and militants.

I saw the bills change,

T'was yesterday,

T'was a long time ago.

I saw buildings rise,

And plots and love stories too.

I never talked about my life,

I knew it was forever.

Gone are the street carols,

Dédee d'Anvers, Ménilmontant.

I saw it all on the screen,

I even saw children killing children.

And I found the world incredible,

And then just plain...

Miserable.

Count?

Henri?

The police are after you.

- You said I was here? - No.

But I took your bags,

and your wallet. In case...

Excuse me, but I must leave.

Who leaves it, loses it!

There just aren't very many Counts like you!

I look real?

You sure are real.

It'd be a pity, giving up!

Counts like you, they're dream Counts.

A legendary Count.

That's it!

The Count is not a Count!

Everybody believed I was. Even me!

There might be a lineage?

Who knows? Families are intricate enough.

A real Count isn't... isn't as swift as you.

You're always sparkling,

that helps in life.

I've seen real ones who look fake.

You met your wife in my house?

Correct, sir.

So you can ask whatever you Wish!

How old's your daughter?

It's a boy, sir.

5 years old. Like the cinematograph.

May he be as successful.

Thanks, Henri. Thanks for the wallet.

If something happens to me, it's yours.

Stop saying that, sir!

We're lucky, we only had one flat.

They made such progress with tires...

Sir!

Sir!

Stop!

Hands up!

I said hands up!

Throw the gun down!

It's not me!

I saw it all.

It's suicide.

And the gun?

I didn't do it, I swear I didn't.

Henri Fortin, the day of the ball, you said,

one of the servants is categorical:

"The bastard'll never humiliate me again.”

The person you quote, Your Honor, is jealous

of the Count's friendship.

And Bouvier, since it is him,

never accepted that the Count chose me as driver.

Next time, sir!

I think it should be fine now.

I broke the point in real well.

It should waltz along just fine, sir.

It's obvious you won't be dancing.

Your impression?

One more go...

He planned to kill himself. He said:

"If I die, keep

the wallet!"

You're judging me on appearances...

What about the truth? The truth!

Don't say a thing!

Just look nice. And don't do anything foolish.

Say: "Yes, m'am, yes, sir!"

Okay honey?

You'll see.

It'll be fine.

Look, it's nice.

Hello. They said there's work here.

Can't you read?

No.

It says: "Handyman wanted."

I'm good at everything.

What's that?

My son.

No, no. I want a man.

We're from Paris. We need work.

He's old enough to work. We only ask for room and board.

Why'd you leave Paris? No work there?

Please! My husband's in prison.

For killing 3 Count, but it was suicide.

I beg you, Mrs.

You learnt your math?

- Yes! - Yes!

Go under the ladder! Bring us bad luck!

You've problems with the police, we don't like that.

No more credit!

Please, we're so miserable!

Only tonight, for New Year's Eve.

Mr. Budding was flirting with Mrs. Button,

and Mr. Button was flirting with Mrs. Budding,

so Mrs. Button was doing with Mr. Budding

what Mrs. Budding was doing with Mr. Button!

Make 'em pay up!

Yes, sir.

You're a cute one!

Here, honey.

Drink up and off to bed.

And Mrs. Budding had a little Button!

Now, before the New Year,

let the Buddings and the Buttons dance!

And I hope 1901 won't be as miserable!

- Happy New Year! - You too!

Happy New Year!

Happy New year, honey. I love you.

Hey, cutie-pie!

I'm proud of you.

Henri, I'm near Arromanches,

life is cheaper than Paris.

I've found room and board

for us, at the hotel of

"Guillaume the Conqueror", after the owner's name!

It's on the beach, and people come here to have fun.

I'll write often, 'cause the priest,

who is writing this very letter,

will do so in exchange for

some housework in the evening.

I'm ashamed to tell him I love you

and that you didn't kill the Count,

but he believes me.

I must say our son is very brave,

and helps at the hotel.

I no longer call him Leopold, but Henri.

Arthur, finish the letter.

I'm in a hurry.

Yes, sir.

I no longer call him Leopold, but Henri.

And then?

That's all, sir.

Period, then!

Thank you, sir.

No name?

Your wife Catherine.

I must say our son is very brave,

and helps at the hotel.