Les Misérables (Miserables) (Les Misérables)

No previous convictions?

- Ah. - No, sir.

Jean Valjean, when you come into this court...

you are guilty until you prove yourself innocent.

You have failed to do this...

and there is nothing for me to do...

but to pass sentence on you according to the law.

Oh, I- I-

I didn't mean to steal, sir.

What-What was I to do?

Th-There's my sister and her family.

And I'm their sole support.

There was-There was no work...

no bread, no food.

I- I can starve, but- but you can't let babies starve.

You-You can't hear a baby cry for food and do nothing.

With all that, we've nothing to do.

The law is explicit.

The sentence is...

1 0 years in the galleys.

Ten years?

Ten years?

But you can't. You can't send me to the galleys.

You don't know what it means to be hungry.

You don't know what it means to be out of work!

I've tried and tried! I've walked 20 miles a day to find work!

No work! No bread.

I didn't mean to steal.

We were only hungry, I tell you! Hungry!

- Hungry! You can't take me away! - No!Jean!

- You can't take me away from her! -Jean!

You can't take me away!

You can't.!

Next case. Remove the evidence.

You should do well. Next.

''EmilJavert.

''EmilJavert, four years, Landrecy District.

''Record, good.

''Examination, not brilliant, but shows painstaking ability.

Application for promotion denied on account of''-

Javert, this is left to my discretion.

The higher authorities seem to have doubts about you.

You know what it says here.

You had a father who died as a prisoner on the galleys.

Well?

It's quite true, what it says there.

My mother was a tramp. My father died in the galleys.

I, myself, was born in prison.

Well?

I swore to myself that I would not be of that class.

I swore to get out of it, and I did get out.

I said to myself, there are only two classes of society-

those who attack it and those who guard it.

The book of regulations are my bible.

Why, if you take this away from me...

what is there left?

I beg you to believe, sir...

that never would I fail in my duty to the law.

It's my whole life. Ever to fail would break me, sir.

Appointment confirmed. Next.

2906.

Lean on me.

Hold on.

Hey. Hey.! Hey.!

Hey! Hey!

Do it up here then.

- Over there. - Hey.

Got him.

All right.

We'll have to remove his collar, sir. His neck's injured.

Sorry. Regulations. Only the doctor can give that order.

- But the doctor's away ashore, sir. - That's too bad. He must wait.

Whilst I'm in charge here, regulations- good, bad or indifferent-

must be carried out to the letter!

Take him out, give him what help you can, but the collar mustn't be removed.

29 1 0.!

29 1 1.!

29 1 2.!

Uh, hey. My food.

Too late.

Why, you-

Where's my bread?

Why, you-

Come on!

Chain him up here!

Hey. Wait a minute.

And we hope the punishment you've undergone...

has given you time to reflect upon the evil courses that you have pursued.

Now that you are free once more and going into the world again...

see that you endeavor to lead honest, sober, God-fearing lives.

Pray for guidance...

trusting always in his everlasting goodness and mercy.

Peace be with you, my sons.

Jean Valjean.

You'll report to Pontarlier. You know the regulations.

Report to police headquarters twice a week for the first year, once a month for the second...

once every three months for the third...

and thereafter, on the first of every year for the next 1 0 years.

Failure to report is a breach of the law and means immediate arrest.

Give him his passport and his money. Next.

- My passport is yellow. - That's for your attempt to escape three years ago.

Give him the money that's due to him. Next.

Jean Valjean, 1 09 francs.

Oh, no. No, it should be 1 7 1 .

1 09.

Don't you think I've worked it out for myself?

Ten years' work, 3,652 days...

1 7 1 francs.

You've forgotten deductions for Sundays and holidays.

- Well, you- this- - Are you going to take it or leave it?

- Making trouble already? - No, I've-

Calm yourself, my son.

Calm yourself.

It's a lie. No room, no food.

- There's plenty of food. My money's good, isn't it? - That isn't it.

- What then? - We don't want your sort around here, that's all.

I'm a free man. I don't owe you anything. I don't owe anybody.

Why shouldn't there be a place for me?

There is- outside.

Get out of here! Leave me alone! You leave me alone.

So they left you this, eh? Who are ya?

You want to know who I am?

I'm a convict. Yeah.

I served my sentence.

Now my punishment begins, it seems.

Look, in prison they gave me a bed of wood.

Now I have one of stone.

That's what they do when they set you free.

Well, call the police, why don't you?

Have me turned off this as well.

Have you tried to find shelter?

Shelter? I've knocked at every door.

- Have you knocked at every door? - Yes.

Have you knocked at that one?

- No. - Knock there.

If you ask me, we ought to shut, bolt and bar the doors.

My brother would never have bolts on any door.

But only for a few nights. An ex-convict, they say.

A cutthroat with a horrible black beard and scabs on his arms.

Well, we might all be murdered in our beds.

Why, he'd have no respect even for a bishop's house.

Oh, let me get a locksmith, please.

But the door opens with a latch from the outside...

and you know what a terrible habit the bishop has...

of saying, ''Come in'' to anyone, even at midnight.

Come in.

Good evening.

I was told to come here.

Are you an innkeeper?

Oh, I have money- my savings- 1 09 francs.

It should have been 1 7 1 , but they robbed me.

Can I stay for the night?

Why, of course.

You're tired, hungry.

Set another place.

- Won't you sit down? - No, no, wait.

I must tell you, I-

I'm a convict.

My passport is yellow.

I'm ordered to go 200 miles and report on parole to the police at Pontarlier.

I've walked... about a hundred miles in three days.

They've kicked me out of every tavern, every inn.

No one will have me. No one.

But I can pay for food, for a bed in your stable.

Oh, no, not a stable.

You're very welcome. Supper is ready, such as it is.

A bed will be prepared for you.

Won't you come to the fire?

Put your things down.

You won't drive me away?

You're good people.

Now, what's your name? You're no innkeeper.

No, I'm not an innkeeper. I'm a priest.

A priest?

Well-

How stupid I am.

And you won't want me to pay you?

No, my dear sir. Of course not.

You call me ''sir.''

No one ever calls me that.

You want to know my name?

- My name is- - There's no need for you to tell me.

- I know it. - You know it?

To me, a priest, you are a brother.

You understand? A brother.

Come, have some supper.

This table is bare.

I seem to miss something.

When we have visitors, we use the silver plates.

This is your room. It is the best we can do. I hope you'll be comfortable.

If you are cold, take this doeskin.

It'll keep you warm.

She's afraid of me.

And no wonder.

How do you know I won't murder you in the night?

Well, how do you know that I won't murder you?

Yah.

You have faith in me, it seems.

Then I must have faith in you, mustn't I?

Good night.