He walked into the river to trick the trick the dogs.
But up the river or downward?
Against the stream, of course.
Just as he acts against the law, and even against his own interests.
Surround the shed.
Search everything. Stick the bayonets into the straw.
They bark as if... - Animals are afraid of fire.
Send them away. They could easily lose their sense of smell.
It's getting dark. And a thunderstorm is approaching.
We will continue until we found him.
Inspector Javert supposed you would return.
I needed to be on guard.
No one is as reliable as god's servant.
Is this a gun so you can shoot me?
Do you think I'm capable of doing so? - Yesterday not, but today...
... I just don't know. - There are empty cartridges in it.
I need to shoot to warn him.
Here I am.
Why don't you shoot? - I won't him that you were here.
That's a lie, sister.
That would be the second one today. This morning, I lied to the poor Fantine.
Better a lie that heals than a truth that wounds.
Were you hit by lightning? - More or less. I provoked it myself.
I knew you were special, but I didn't suspect even the lightning would obey you.
I am curious if even a religious sister obeys me.
Turn around. I'm going to undress.
What are your plans? - Disappear.
That's all I want to tell about it.
Don't you trust me?
Forget about me.
As if I never excited.
That will be hard.
I am very found of you, monsieur.
Just like everyone around here.
Your sympathy means nothing compared to the hatred of Javert.
We proved him wrong.
I take 600 000 francs. The money doesn't belong to the city, it belongs to the factory.
I leave behind 100 000 francs for Fantines funeral.
Please continue my good deeds. And when the safe will be empty...
God will fill it again.
He doesn't forget the miserables, you gave the good example.
You can turn around again.
If I do so, I'll need to cry.
And I'm only allowed to cry when thinking about Christ suffering.
'The sergeant of Waterloo', Montfermeil. I asked for directions there once.
A little slattern walks around there, probably the daughter of Fantine.
Valjean went to that direction. But Montfermeil is beyond my jurisdiction.
I should ask Paris for permission.
Let us warn Montfermeil. - Valjean is a smart man. I know him very well.
I need to take care of this case. - He will be disappeared later.
Hunters often see their prey only the moment they strike.
If we just didn't lose his track.
What are you standing there, little eavesdropper?
You better carry some water from the well. - No, I don't want to go there.
It scares me when I go there.
Would you rather pick some stinging nettles for a serious beating?
And on your way back, buy a round bread at the bakery.
There are 15 sous.
How are Cosettes teeth? - Why do you ask?
There is an Italian man standing at the marketplace, and he's prepared to pay 4 francs a tooth.
I didn't check her mouth, but it could easily be worth a 100 francs.
Well done, Eponine. You are just taking care of business like your father.
Cosette will eat less bread too. - I would like to pull some teeth from her.
No, I want to do that.
I'm so sorry Madame. I wasn't able to find the well in the dark.
I did find it, but there was so much mud in it.
And you wouldn't want to get the mud.
Shall I get you some stinging nettles for some beating?
You scared me, lousy animal!
Don't be scared little girl.
Let me help you carry the bucket.
No problem. I will guide you to your mother.
Come here, little child.
Did it hurt?
What's wrong? I will bring you to your mother.
What is her name? - I don't have a mother.
Why so? Everybody has a mother.
I don't. My mother would have never left me alone.
Alone? You live alone?
Practically. That monsieur and Madame hit me all the time.
Monsieur and Madame? Are you a serving girl? - I am nothing.
But what are their names?
Thenardier.
So your name would be... - I am called Cosette.
So you are Cosette. This is what happened to you.
Labelled 'Cuvee imperiale', and a red wax sign will impress the guests.
Finally, you little monster. - I thought her name is Cosette?
Excuse me, pilgrims care more about a pure soul than their clothes.
But I got some money.
What would you like? - To eat and sleep.
This will do for a meal. But a place to sleep requires some more.
Could I get a heated room? - For this amount...
... you can sleep in the barn.
Excuse me. We have exquisite customers...
... that don't like to be mixed with travellers. This inn has some fame.
Let alone the wine...
This is a 'cuvee imperiale', the emperor drank it just before Waterloo.
He should have preferred water. Speaking of water...
Cosette brought some water. That bucket is much too heavy for such a child.
She's very strong, thanks to the good food she gets here.
Don't you, my love?
And where is the bread, little darling?
Look at her. As if I would hit her.
So you will get some old bread. But a pilgrim isn't afraid of a simple meal.
Give me back the money child. - Yes, Madame.
He's my cash. - I fell in the woods.
Did you lose the money? - Wait a minute.
I just noticed a coin fell out her apron.
Could it have been this coin?
Yes, I recognize it. Don't you, my husband?
For sure. Thank you monsieur. What a luck.
You deserved a good meal. To the kitchen, my wife.
That's a lovely doll. What is its name? - Don't tell anyone. It isn't mine.
Aren't you allowed to play with it?
It's a real one.
How is it possible that those 15 sous we gave to the silly child...
... changed into 5 francs? - He didn't want you to hit her.
This is a fortune for a poor pilgrim. - Maybe it's no pilgrim after all.
The monster makes his heart weak. Let's play that game with him...
... just to get some more money out of him.
Thanks to his money and the earnings of Cosettes teeth you can buy yourself some pretty boots.
Those long, black ones, with leather laces.
Don't touch my daughters doll.
Excuse me, that doll belongs to Cosette.
Would a 100 francs do for such a rag doll? I never bought a doll before.
Apparently it's not enough.
I thins 200 francs will be reasonable.
Cosette, here's your doll back.
Just play with it.
You should eat it when it's still hot - I'm not hungry anymore.
I hope you aren't mad at us?
You thought I wanted to hit Cosette. But I just planned on scare her.
The little pity girl is quite morbid.
We are terrified by it.
And these doctors and medicines are expensive. Sick children cost a fortune.
So you would like to get rid of the child?
On the other side, we are very found of her.
It would break my heart watching her leave. - There's little that can make this up.
How much? - What do you mean?
How much should compensate your loss?
An inn needs a serving maid. - She isn't worth very much to you.
She can barely carry a bucket. And she loses your money.
It would be a catastrophe, but still...
1500 francs. What do you think?
It wouldn't compensate my tears very much.
But if monsieur insists... - Please lead me to the barn.
No, a companion in business should sleep in a nice room.
Which nice room? Ours of course.
This is the first time you sleep in a real bed?
One gets used to the good things in life very quickly.
It's a shame, because soon, one can't life without them anymore.
I can't promise you very much. But nobody takes away the things I give to you.
I will care for you. No one will harm you anymore.
I would feel ashamed lying on their bed. But is means compensation to you.
Rise and shine my love. There's work to be done.
They are sleeping like a log.
How could you give them our room last night?
One should appease a pig before slaughtering it.
You shouldn't exaggerate. - Those 1500 francs taste like more.
I heard a pile of banknotes rustle in his pocket.
He doesn't owe us anything. - Yes, he owes us hush money.
He probably disguises himself as a pilgrim because the money doesn't belong to him.
So it can be ours as well.
What would such a scoundrel do with a mite like that? - He wants to be somebody.
I take this with me in case he doesn't cooperate.
Dash it! The bird has flown away. I knew this would be suspicious.
And look at this.
A jacket for weekdays and a dress on Sundays. What do you think?
It's beautiful monsieur. - Don't call me 'monsieur'.
Especially when there are people around. You should call me 'daddy'.
And you need some shoes. Shoes, together with warm linen socks.
Come, go inside.
Scarponi will turn you into a real princess.
Go ahead, stand in front of the mirror.
Our little princess has the most beautiful hair. Simply magnificent.
It almost looks like silk, gold wire.
Shall we cut some locks? - Don't touch it.
I care for her.
How unkind to leave without a word.
Weren't you satisfied? Was there something missing?
What about moist straw? Bars? Chains? I can take care of that.
Those two love doing those things. Shall I call them?
No? You rather don't involve them in our little dispute?
I'd rather do the same.
But this secrecy isn't for free.
5000 francs sound reasonably. - You move only once and I'll cut your throat.
That should mean prison camp. - I just left prison camp.
But you will never return from hell.
What do you want? - You return home quietly.
And if you report me to the police, I will kill you.
And if I 'm not able to do it, someone else will kill you. Is it clear?
Move it!
You look pretty Cosette.
You look just like your mother.
What does this mean? We are respected people.
Do you happen to know the sentence for helping a former convict who's on the run?
Search him! - I couldn't have known about that?
He had a omelette for dinner and spent the night. We, being poor people, need to work.
This is called poverty? Where does the money come from?
It's his. - Jean Valjean?
I don't know his name. But I would wish for generous guests more often.
You wouldn't claim he paid such an amount...
... to get an omelette and a bed?
He bought our little maid. I have no clue what he wants to do to her.
He will turn her into a prostitute. We objected, she's still a child.
A child? So you sold him a child?
We do the best we can. We have two little daughters ourselves.
Thenardier, you are arrested.
Please don't hurt him! Don't touch my husband!
He once saved the life of an army officer. He's a hero.
Take him.
Give the money to them. Don't leave me alone.
Don't the want the coffin, Gavroche? - There's a hole in it.
I told them: a woodworm will make some more holes very soon.
But I'd like to have it. A great closet for my castle.
Here, your wages. - Now go, I'll take care of business.
If she's dead I can tell you where to get a nice coffin.
No, she's asleep. I'm looking for a room. - What kind of a room?
A modest one for a reasonable price.
At Madame Gorbeau's place. But as soon as it gets dark, she closes the door.
What about a little hotel?
You can sleep at my place for 5 sous.
Tomorrow, at sunrise, you can see the beauty of Paris.
Isn't it stylish? My three-room apartment.
This is the living room so to speak.
And this is my bedroom. This will be your room for the night.
Did you have some dinner? I don't own a restaurant you see.
No, but we're not hungry.
But if you would like to have some bread and sausage...
I'd like to, otherwise the rats will eat it.
They even ate my kitten. - You don't have to be afraid for anything.
Even rats? - Even people.
What's your name? - Leblanc.
They call me monsieur Leblanc.
I was living off my private means, but they took away the money.
At least there's someone you can blame.
Not me. I never owned anything.
Isn't this yours? - What's that?
It could have fallen out of the clothes of a dead man. Some 'poor bodies' turn out to be very rich.
It's better to be alive and poor. - You will never be a rich man.
You are as miserable as me. - Worse.
The thing you ask me to do... - Is disgusting, indeed.
But if Valjean finds out about it, he'll be gone for good.
Valjean... But how can you be so sure?
The description matches really well, except for one small detail:
My sources didn't notice any little girl.
That's why I want you to have a look in his dwelling...
... to find out if...
Please, my friend, let me help you to carry this. - Not necessary.
You are strong enough. But I want to make some money.
I don't need anyone.
Very good, one months rent. I wish all tenants were like this.
Madame Gorbeau, I noticed a strange beggar downstairs.
There are more of those in here. - Poverty makes one lifeless and sick.
But he looked energetic and healthy.
Don't be afraid. The police monitors the neighbourhood quite often lately.
Police? - Yes, monsieur Leblanc.
Good night.
Cosette, wake up!
Get dressed, we're leaving.
If something happened, go to Gavroche. - No, there are rats around there.
Worse men are walking around here.
There're everywhere.
Quick.
He just slipped through the net. And we set up the trap so thoroughly.
Continue hunting for him, captain. Rout him, exhaust him...
... until he surrenders. Where did you lose him?
Near the park Ste. -Genevieve.
He's planning on crossing the river Seine. Go!
Freeze Valjean, or I'll shoot you.
This way.
We almost got him. - We will catch him.
Go!
I didn't shoot because of the little child.
We are servants of the law, we're no barbarians. Please have your men prepared.
Come along.
Out of the way.
Come with me, Cosette.
Hands up!
Hold the rope firmly.
Who's there? Who are you?
Come closer to me. I want to see your villain's face!
Monsieur Madeleine, oh dear!
Fauchelevent? Monsieur Fauchelevent!
Yes, enter.
He would never cross that wall.
Let alone together with a child.
I've seen him do unimaginable things. He's supernaturally strong.
And even if he would be inside, it won't be for long. It's a convent, for women only.
Valjean is clever. On of his specialities is acting like a saint.
He cheated on an entire city. So a handful of sisters...
Surround the convent. As soon as he leaves, we'll get him.
My daughter, Cosette. - Are you married monsieur Madeleine?
Please, don't ask anything.
And stop calling me monsieur Madeleine. - Okay, monsieur the mayor.
Forget about that as well. - How should I call you?
I want you to know I did nothing wrong.
Even if you were the devil himself, I would kiss your hands.
I'm so happy you arranged this job for me as a gardener.
I'll do anything for you. - They are after us.
Could you accommodate us? - For one night or a couple of days?
I don't know. That man that's after me won't give up very easily.
I don't ask it because of me. I'm not afraid anymore.
But it's about my daughter.
The sisters never come to this place.
They're so afraid of men that they made me wear this.
So they can avoid me, as if I'm a leper.
I'm only in touch with Mother Superior. This is a boarding school as well.
And those young ladies aren't afraid of men.
It won't be easy to keep your presence a secret.
So it will be better for me if I showed myself. I'm sure you have relatives somewhere?
A brother, living in Amiens.
What's his name? - Ultime Fauchelevent.
While you are helping your brother, we can take care of the education of your daughter.
Cosette will appreciate this very much, Mother.
Appreciation? Appreciation has nothing to do with education, monsieur Fauchelevent.
Here, we educate little girls to become sisters later.
Would you care to become a nun?
I don't know, sister. - Reverend Mother.
She'll get ugly...
... so she'll be a good nun.
It seems clear to me, inspector. He isn't leave the convent.
He must have found a helper inside.
A nun willing to help a criminal?
Sign the search warrant and I'll prove I'm right.
This won't happen, inspector Javert.
A niece of the police chief is at Picpus.
He won't allow your soldiery to enter and disturb the quiet of the communion...
... of which he is patron. - So we'll leave Jean Valjean a free man.
That's how it will be. What are the charges against that man?
Theft of 40 sous. Just a piece of cake.
No, it's recidivism.
But because of that, he doesn't harm society.
The police has found out it's best to pay attention to ideas rather then actions.
Forget about Valjean, forget about the scum of the earth.
I think you're worth more than that. You better infiltrate into student societies...
... in which words like 'republic' and 'anarchy' are beginning to strike root
Would you want me to let thieves go in order to get involved into politics?
Ideas can do much more harm than theft.
Your new tenant, Madame Gorbeau. - Baron Marius Pontmercy. Pleasure.
Well, what do you say? Good I even know a baron.
On the contrary. A baron who knocks at this door must be broke. Can you afford the rent?
Did there live some children around here? - It must have been six years ago.
A father and his daughter. They lived like hermits. One night they left.
Get those drawings out of here... A child with such a creep behind the trees...
... will cause me nightmares. - I'll be dreaming of these.
Mme Fauchelevent, put on your hat immediately.
That child has gone mad.
Is it you, my brother? We'll have some good dinner and open up a nice bottle of wine.
Wine? What's to celebrate? - Cosette give me a signal she'll come to visit on Sunday.
A sign... Your daughter and you are just like children.
Cosette is no child anymore.
How are we supposed to communicate if we aren't allowed to speak to each other?
What was the sign this time?
She would take off her hat and let the sun shine on her hair. Beautiful.
And what if there wouldn't have been any sun? - We've had enough of bad weather.
Women that show their hair are strumpets. If this happened again...
... you'll be shaved. But this time you'll bring 50 crosses...
... on to the chapel's floor.
With your tongue. - Thank you Mother.
Why didn't you eat anything?
My tongue still hurts. These tiles are very rough.
She shouldn't have punished you like that.
When I'm here, I forget about it. I see you're very lucky in here.
Together with you I can be lucky anywhere.
If Mother Superior would know I was in bed, together with a man...
I'm your father, that's different.
You never talk about my mother.
Your mother...
She has had a very severe life. She loved you very much.
I hope you'll be as happy as she was unhappy.
I don't even know her name.
Fantine. Her name was Fantine.
Such a pretty name.
It's a name for a doll.
People played with her, demolished her. But...
But?
But however worn out, declined and dirty she became...
You have no clue about how pretty your mother has been.
Just like you.
What are you doing here?
She has grown.
Very much.
Monsieur Fauchelevent, I need a word.
Time for communion is approaching. - I'll be wearing white flowers.
I'm not worried about that.
Just... You haven't sent me a list of people you'd wish to invite...
... to celebrate the communion of Cosette.
I don't know very many people. - You and your brother are the only family she has got?
She has nobody else. - So I should point out that...
... she has her family here, around her.
Don't act so surprised, monsieur Fauchelevent.
You know very well why we, besides meditating...
...spend so much time on the girls.
Not all of them enter the convent. - Not all of them.
But Cosette is very special.
She's the only one that got accommodation and education for free.
She owes us something in return. That's to say, she owes it to god.
I'm working here in exchange for education for my daughter.
This was the deal. - I don't want to ask for any money.
But the communion of your daughter should be a reason...
... for you to think about what god might expect of her.
You are no friend of god.
The moment you arrived here, you didn't attend a single mass.
Trees and plants grow on Sundays too.
Gardeners are rarely good Christians. In the garden of Eden...
... the original sin was committed.
Our Cosette is the prettiest. And I'm not saying that because I'm her uncle.
Nonsense, you are not her uncle.
It's almost a little bride.
She's got the right age.
I won't show you the garden.
Because it's so cold, not all the flowers are blooming yet.
But in the summer... I'll introduce you to our gardeners.
Thanks to them, we commit a true sin every summer...
... when we refresh our senses with these miracles.
The brothers Fauchelevent. Count Angles, head of the police.
Gentlemen, my congratulations.
I wish I could exterminate the scum like weeds. You turn it into fertilizer?
We burn it.
I sent the weeds to prison camps...
... there, it forms human compost, that stinks and is unusable.
You should demolish these labour camps. - If only you knew...
There are some lunatics that share this opinion.
We found a student that wrote a revolutionary pamphlet...
... in which he pleaded for the closure of prison camps.
The judge sent him to Toulon: five years of forced labour.
This way, he can see for himself the labour camps still have a purpose.
He was dreaming. You punish him because of his dreams.
How dare you? The head of police knows better than you.
No, you should have been there to know. - I was there, my friend.
I visited Toulon and Rochefort. - Visited? You had a good time?
Yes, the weather was beautiful and warm.
I imagine. A little walk around the walls, under a parasol.
Sometimes a break to watch the sea. 'What a pretty view for that scum.'
How imprudent monsieur Fauchelevent.
I'll keep my mouth shut, Mother. I need to get back to work.
You have reached the age to make a decision, my child.
Did you discuss it with your dad?
The better. He might have influenced you decision.
He's very found of you. - He's the only one I have.
To god that's even too much. A novice...
... should abandon all of her earthly bandings, even the most natural.
Who suggests I would become a novice?
Well...
Think about it.
Tomorrow morning, at the matins, you will tell me your decision.
Thank you Mother, for you have given me the privilege...
I have resisted your presence in this convent...
... with all my strength.
You have been permitted entrance because count d'Angles ordered me to do so.
Please, make your presence here as short as possible.
The count told me about the comments of your gardener...
... and my attention was drawn to them.
Monsieur Fauchelevent has received a reprimand for his bold behaviour.
I don't need the police to do so. It's me arranging disciplinary measures in here.
Interesting, I once knew a certain Fauchelevent in Montreuil.
That should have been someone else.
Before Ultime Fauchelevent arrived in this convent, he lived in Amiens.
Did he arrive together with a girl?
A girl? The gardener's daughter?
If monsieur Fauchelevent is really a gardener... - No monsieur.
The girls that are admitted to this convent...
... are originating from the high society.
Can I talk to the gardener? - No.
Why not? - To enter the garden, one should...
... cross the space, closed for the outside world. This won't be possible.
Send him in.
Why not?
Vespers starts.
I agree on monsieur Fauchelevent being somewhat bold...
... but one thing: bold of not, he didn't say anything foolish.
But Mother Superior, I was told he protested violently against...
A certain juridical process, yes.
But I wonder, wouldn't Christ just have said the same thing?
Wasn't our lord victim of a juridical error?
Monsieur, vespers...
Sister of discipline.
I have lied.
To keep the order and quiet in the convent.
But I have lied.
Twenty strokes, and don't restrain yourself.
It's not god that causes me aversion, it's about the thought to be locked up in here...
... without having been able to see something of the world around.
I have never danced, never sit in a carriage, never wore gloves.
Calm down Cosette.
You probably think of me as a silly goose . But I want to travel with you to the sea, and dance.
I want to look good, just for you.
Don't you think nuns are elegant? I agree with you.
If I don't enter, we'll be sent away. Whatever may be my decision, it will be disastrous.
No Cosette. I don like it in here too.
But that should be at the expense of your happiness.
I don't hate god. I have forgiven him all of my misery.
But to lock you away, never.
Come, join us. - No, I'm too old.
I'll be an obstruction to you. You are the one that found me this house of refuge.
If I can stay, I'll be the living evidence of monsieur Madeleine being a good person.
Although his real name is Jean Valjean.
How do you know?
You talk in your sleep.
Monsieur Marius, these are your new neighbours.
DO you get paid for finding new tenants?
Unfortunately not.
When you become a lawyer, you can make Madame Gorbeau pay me.
My name is Jondrette. My wife and daughters. With whom have I the honour?
He's a baron. But you can call him Marius. - A baron? In here?
Everything gets mixed up nowadays.
My name is Eponine. You can call me Ponine.
Leave the baron.
What is the dwelling place like? - It depends on what you expect.
Nothing, baron. We expect nothing at all.
I have fought for France myself. It brought me nothing but misery.
If only I would have been hurt, then I would have received social allowance.
It would have been better for me to die in misery at Waterloo, together with my comrades.
My father fought in Waterloo as well. - He was an officer.
Officers get decorated.
Not that this provides you with any money, but you are respected.
Not at all. My poor father was looked down on and turned down.
I'm sure we'll get along. - I think so too.
A welcome gift.
To get ingredients for a nice meal.
Gavroche? He'll tell you where to get the best products.
Thank you, baron. I'm mach too proud to beg. But if you insist...
What do you say to the baron? - Thank you, monsieur.
Get the things Ponine. And stop staring at him.
He's a baron, not your type.
Let him have an eye on her. One can pluck money from a baron as well.
Is this your luggage?
Are you leaving?
I haven't sent you away yet. - I fulfil you wish in advance.
But Cosette... - The first day you looked at her...
... and you said: 'She'll be ugly.' - So she'll be a good nun.
But look at her.
When you look close, you should admit...
... that Cosette didn't get ugly, she got beautiful.
Very beautiful.
Maybe too beautiful.
So she doesn't enter. Well, to be honest, I expected so.
It's not just what you refer to as 'her beauty' that holds her back, it's you.
I respect your decision, but you are making a mistake.
Nowhere can she be as safe as in here.
Why would you want to be safe?
I know what I'm saying.
For all your good deeds. To thank you for everything you did for Cosette.
I give you a fully-qualified girl in return. Ungrateful, but qualified.
She can read, write, count, sew and cook. And she even speaks Latin.
I would like to thank you in particular for something else she learned in here.
She learned to smile. - Smile? In here?
Cosette, show her how you can smile.
Stop it, dreadful child!
You know it's forbidden. Here, in Petit-Picpus no one has laughed before.
No someone has. Regard it as a farewell present.
You are the first one in my life I called 'mother'.
In Brutus mind, the man he killed wasn't a father, but a symbol of power...
... that made the Roman people suffer.
History can put Brutus to trial only in a political way.
And in this trial, Brutus will be cleared of charges...
and Caesar must be convicted, together with all tyrants around him.
We'll win this battle with him. He's a genius.
Think, young people. Political crimes are crimes as well.
Do you know who he is? He hanged around when I started studying.
He's no teacher. - For sure.
He's one of those students for ever, one that always fails his examinations.
Not everyone is as intelligent as Marius.
Bravo, comrade. - Congratulations.
Salvation and fraternity! What an impressive plea
You'll become a good lawyer. Become a member of the bar, and you...
Enjolras, you know I'm not searching for glory.
I'm searching for the man that saved my father's life at Waterloo.
That doesn't count as a goal in life? - If necessary.
To find and reward sergeant Thenardier, that was my father's wish.
I've got a mission too. I need to take you with us.
To cafe Musain, where we will celebrate your final plea worthy.
There they are. - You were great.
Such a strong plea. - Comrades, listen to me.
On behalf if everybody I told Marius Pontmercy...
... that he's worthy of our company. - Thank you.
One moment.
Pontmercy, before you get the chance to buy us as much wine as we can drink...
... I want to be sure that you share our opinions. - I'm against the king.
Long live the Republic - Vive la republic.
Would you want to fight alongside to recover the republic?
Yes, with everything I got. - Vive la republic.
Are you willing to die for it?
I hope this won't happen - And if it happens?
I know this thing for sure: I don't want to life in tyranny.
Vive la republic - And long live Marius.
Gentlemen, not so loud. The police might close us down.
It's time to drink something.
Monsieur, mademoiselle, excuse me. I often walk in this park, but...
But what? - I've never seen you before.
And if I had, I would never have forgotten about you.
There are numerous places my daughter and I never visited.
But I rather think this is none of your business.
Let's go home.
An angel. I've seen an angel.
Scum!
You look so pale. Don't worry about it.
They look like people, but they're animals, worse.
To business. What would you like in return for this feast?
I've met an angel. - I don't get it.
If you need me to catch rats, I'm the one you need.
But catch an angel...
Find out where she lives. - That won't be easy.
It will be. When you see her, you'll know it's her.
First, she's beautiful.
And I mean gorgeous, ravishing, unreal.
Her look is like velvet: dark, but full of light.
She has the prettiest mouth one can imagine: rose like a pearl.
Her lips are youthful and full.
She wears a had with bands and a colourful dress with buttons.
But this is the most important: her name is Ursule.
Look, this is her handkerchief with her initials.
Ursule is the only girl's name starting with an U.
And what about the F? - That must be her given name
Flore, Fanny, Francoise, Frederique.
Where do I find that Ursule?
It's not easy to make a living in Paris.
This must be the benefactor they sent us.
Let's not disappoint him. Zelma, lay on the bed...
... and cough your head off .
Turn off the stove. That would look rich.
Have you seen a ghost? - It's him>!
Who? - I'm telling you, him!
Darned, I'll get back at that monster.
And I'll do it well. If he doesn't come across generously ...
... it will be his end.
Hopeless, we even don't have any slacks left.
And this long winter... We're not afraid of the cold.
But it's so cruel to our sick little girl.
Where does she suffer from? - A lung disease. Se coughs up blood.
But it will end very soon. Luckily she can die in our arms.
Her pulse rate is quiet. - So it can stop later?
Look at the sweat on her fore head.
She feels cool. - It's the cold of the approaching death.
That's all it is.
Death.
Already? You're not telling me you're hungry again?>
Make yourself useful, go downstairs to get some water.
Leave the dishes. I found her, the angel you're looking for.
Ursele? - No.
Her name is Claudette of Colette. Claudette or Colette Leblanc.
Help me with the table, I'll show you a miracle.
There are holes like this in every room.
So that Gorbeau witch can spy on her tenants.
Did you consult a doctor? - How am I supposed to pay for a doctor?
We already know what he would say: If she had eaten some more food, it wouldn't have happened.
I brought something...
My daughter, mademoiselle Favre.
Mademoiselle Favre? You just told me her name is Leblanc.
No worries, when we're married she'll carry my name.
A wedding? I'd love to come too. I only visit funerals.
Even without an invitation!
There's a saying: goodness leads to beauty.
Speaking of beauty...
Well, we should accept it. - Not satisfied, Jondrette?
Yes, but money is the most important. - Which money?
Didn't they tell you about the 60 francs?
No, otherwise I would have brought you those.
We are behind on paying the rent.
If we don't pay by tomorrow morning, we'll lose the apartment.
Imagine this, with our dying child. - I'll bring you the money this evening.
Who can assure me you return? - Do you know who sent me here?
Charity of St.-Vincent-de-Paul. That seems like enough certainty.
She was so close. I could almost touch her.
You should have done so. Ladies don't bite.
I'll prepare a welcome to that citizen he won't forget very quick.
You too recognized him?
He has stolen Cosette. Because of him I got arrested.
Didn't you recognize the prissy girl?
Do you really think that... - Yes, that ugly monster.
She has changed, she learned some manners now. And blushing and looking prudish.
Such a goody-goody . - I almost can't believe it.
It's not fair. Compared to her, Azelma and I look like scarecrows.
Did she recognize us? - No, but you never know.
Maybe he doesn't return, and we'll have to go elsewhere for charity.
And if he did recognize me, he won't return out of goodness...
... but because he's afraid that I report him.
Where do you go to? - Get some friends.
To teach him.
They're monsters.
We need to do something. - Warn Favre?
He has left in his carriage already.
We'll follow Jondrette. As soon as we find out his plans, we'll interfere.
I always like a little fun.
It could get dangerous. - I'll protect you.