Hurry up, Valjean. - Where do you take me to?
Do you really care about that?
It's the alarm ringing!
A prison break!
Fire! Gather some men
Help, let us out! - Open that gate!
Help me Valjean! - Come on Cochepaille
Come on Cochepaille
My god, he's lost - Yes, lost for justice...
He only had served half his sentence
Quick Cochepaille
Hurry up! Get out of there quick
Don't give up, stand up!
I wanted to inform you in person
It has to be bad news monsieur Javert - Jean Valjean, for your brave behaviour
... your sentence will be reduced. - How much?
Two
Two year?
But that means I am a free man now.
Two months.
En now I change that into two months more.
But what is that compared to a lifetime?
And, your existence in here the past 18 years, can that be described as 'life'?
When I'll be free... - When you'll be free...
... you will carry this prison camp on your shoe soles
As a dog I will hunt you, until you return in here.
Because all of you return here.
A handsome boy, that Felix of yours.
The same please, garcon.
This will be the fourth bottle. - Aren't you thirsty?
Yes, but the bill will be large. - That will be pleasant for the ladies
You will ask they pay for it? - Let's just get out of here.
Thanks to us, they had a wonderful day
Fantine will hate you for this. - That's fine by me.
She's pale, much to sweet. Not really interesting.
Are you having a good time Fantine?
I am so lucky. - There will be another surprise later.
And what about me? Don't I get any surprise?
Yes beautiful ladies. The same one.
I have a surprise for you too. For you Felix.
The most precious there is. - Come on with it.
Don't you want to guess? - No
You can tell me
Fantine is pregnant. - Who is the father?
Who? It's the man I love.
I'm pregnant from you Felix.
Are you coming?
I'll be right back.
The young ladies will pay for the drinks.
I'm sure they are ordering champagne to celebrate. Champagne.
I never drank champagne.
When we are married, we can't spend so much money anymore
I don't really thing they were ordering champagne.
Here you are, ladies.
When pregnant, you shouldn't drink alcohol.
What date is it today? It's Tuesday, October 14th.
Tuesday. That's such a beautiful day.
Why? - Because I decided so myself.
There must be a day that will be more pleasant, a day you look forward to.
A man without hope, dies.
If you picked Tuesday by chance, you really have a feel for it.
Today is the day you'll be released.
Your passport. It should be signed at any town you travel to.
Why is the passport yellow? Yellow is the colour of happiness.
Yellow means sun, light. And I receive a yellow passport.
I just want to know I'll be happy now.
The passport had a yellow colour so you can be recognized from decent people.
This way, anybody can see at once where you come from.
Oh, that's the reason.
Justice thinks of everything. But with a head like this, everyone will notice me.
You will receive civilians clothing.
From a prisoner that died before serving his sentence.
Yes, indeed. Justice isn't very rich.
The sergeant of Waterloo
The dog barks? Is anyone arriving?
We better picked another name.
I think Waterloo scares people. It was a huge loss.
Many people are satisfied that Napoleon lost the battle.
It isn't fair.
What a cute little child.
Come and sit by the window. Every glance of sun in autumn should be appreciated.
Would you like to drink something? - A little milk for my daughter please.
The milk is fresh from the cow. And what about you, pretty one?
A glass of water.
Water, didn't I think so. You really should have given her a glass of wine.
You have some pretty daughters. - Downstairs, that's Eponine.
And this glutton is called Azelma.
I still breastfeed her. She has such a warm little mouth.
They are lucky. You are a good mother, it's easy to tell.
Your daughter looks pretty too. - Her name is Cosette.
I would do anything for her. But is isn't always easy.
Without father, yes... - How can you tell?
That you're alone? It's clear there isn't a man you use make-up for.
But you are a natural beauty. I'm sure in Paris, there's someone who...
I just left Paris. It was very hard.
I'm returning to Montreuil, the place I was born.
I hope to find some work there.
I can do any job. But together with Cosette it will be hard.
She can't join me when I work. And she's too little to be alone.
It would be best that somebody else cares for her. - That's true.
But how can I make sure she's treated right and gets all the love she needs?
Would you like to take her?
Me? - Yes.
Your own daughters look very happy.
Cosette is a quiet girl.
And your oldest daughter will have someone to play with.
It's an idea. But my wife is very occupied with the inn.
And little Azelma needs very much of love and attention. And that takes time.
Besides, your daughter will be another mouth to feed.
I will send money every month. Without Cosette I can work really hard.
Well, what would you say, my wife?
If we can help each other, as one mother to the other... And we like children.
We're not rich, but decent. Myself, I saved the life of an officer.
The sergeant of Waterloo, that's me.
I used to make food for the soldiers. And only horses complained about my cooking.
And you know why? I really fed all those horsemen.
Trust me. I will make you a healthy child Claudette.
Her name is Cosette. - What about six francs a month?
Six francs?
That's a lot of money.
Mama will come to get you soon.
And we will always be together. Goodbye my love.
And be kind.
You are a wonderful woman. - And you are a smart man.
You smelled trade right away. But I would never have asked for six francs.
And the child cries too. - I will raise her very good.
She's hungry.
Little girl, look...
Please enter everyone. In such a cold night no one should stay outside.
The mattresses just have been fixed.
Vincent, my good man...
Please close the gates of the cathedral.
We are full for tonight.
Are there any people left outside? - No, monsignor.
I only noticed some dogs.
If I could, I would take dogs as well.
... and my brother, who offers everything he owns to the poor and sick.
Which leads to, my sweet....
... that by now, we are poorer than the poorest.
The only thing I can't get used to...
... is that he insists on leaving every door in this house open.
So if the devil...
Did you hear that, Madame Magloire? - Monsignor is probably arriving.
So if the...
I understood I could get some food and a place to sleep in here.
Not here, the cathedral.
I am not a thief. I have money, I can pay.
But no, my friend.
You are at home here. Since when does someone pay for food in his own house?
My dear Madame Magloire...
It's so dark and gloomy in here.
I don't see anything. Would you like to place the candles?
And change this ugly cutlery for the silver ones.
Please excuse me for this improvised entrance.
Normally my friends, the poor, sleep in the sacristy.
But all mattresses are taken for tonight.
But you can sleep in comfort here.
Yes, I wouldn't hesitate to sell these valuables to help the poor.
But on the other side...
I like to keep these pretty things to treat a guest with all attention.
Monsignor, would you care for some wine? - Monsignor?
Yes, I am the bishop of Digne.
But you shouldn't speak to me as 'monsignor'.
The poor just call me 'father'.
The dignity of men doesn't depend on titles. - It depends.
I'll never lose the title of former convict.
Did you serve your sentence or did you escape? - Does it matter to you?
Please apologize. My reaction was stupid and clumsy.
It's not where you come from, it's where you wants to go to...
... when you have regained your strength.
Before I was sentenced, I used to work as a tree cutter.
We have some beautiful woods here. If you want to work as a lumberman, I could...
You can't do anything. No one will employ an ex-convict.
Don't act so dejected. - It are the others that take away my good spirits.
... brave citizens, as they are called.
But that's the way people are. You can't change that.
Only god can change things.
Madame Magloire, the soup. We will prepare a soft bed for you.
Dear Madame Magloire, please put the linen sheets on the bed of monsieur.
You call me monsieur? - I don't know your name.
Nobody knows my name. I almost forgot my own name in labour camp.
Is it you Baptistine?
Are you sick?
Shall I come downstairs?
Give me the blanket.
Vincent, go have a look on what's going on there.
We arrested this man at a routine check at the town gate.
Such a head... - Do you recognize your possessions?
These are marked with your initials.
Indeed, this belongs to me.
Belonged, I should say. Why didn't you explain?
Explain what? - The fact that I gave these to him.
He said so, but... - But what?
He has a yellow passport. And former convicts are very dangerous.
And that's the reason you didn't believe him?
And the candleholders? - The candleholders?
Two silver candleholders. I did give them to you, didn't I?
It doesn't matter. My dear friend, we'll get them right away.
The moment these gentlemen release you.
Monsignor, the mass starts. - No worries Vincent.
The lord has eternity.
But this monsieur probably wants to continue his voyage.
Solid silver
Just like the cutlery. I expect you...
... to take good care of it. Please open your bag.
My memory functions very well. And I'm neither senile yet.
I didn't give you the cutlery. You have stolen it.
And you would have stolen the candleholders as well, as long as you weren't disturbed by something.
And maybe you would have strangled me as well, if I should have cried for help.
You were in my room, weren't you? With a knife in your hands...
My eyes were shut, but I wasn't asleep.
I was praying. - While crying?
Praying and crying can be very alike.
The knife was for making you tell me where you had hidden the gold. I'm not a murderer.
If I would have had gold, I would have given you this.
I don't understand. Why? - To purchase your freedom.
I'm not for sale. I'm free at last.
I was talking about your soul. I would have redeemed it from evil.
My soul? For the price of two candleholders?
What's your name?
Valjean. Jean Valjean.
From now on, we will walk the same road...
... that leads to the good.
This road isn't easy to travel. You can easily stumble and fall.
But there's no greater thing than a man returning on the path of rightness.
I will celebrate the mass now. I will pray for you.
But remember one thing. You are a free man, just like me.
Thank you. - Why do you thank me?
I would have lost it otherwise.
What are you talking about? - That coin of 40 sous.
Where is it? - Under your foot.
My foot? - Yes, you put your foot on it. I want it back!
Don't nag. Under my foot it nothing but clay and gravel. That's all
It's not fair.
I'm a chimney sweeper. It's hard word, you can fall...
You are still standing on your feet. And I suggest you use those feet very quick...
... before I get angry.
Filthy thief! This will harm you for the rest of you life!
Hey boy!
I found your coin!
It's here.
In the town of Digne a young chimney whiper reported a crime.
His wages were stolen by a man who's description is just like...
... you can guess who...
Jean Valjean, who was in the area of Digne at the time.
I knew already he would become the man he always has been...
... and will be for ever: a filthy thief.
Until the day one of his victims resists.
That moment, he won't be shy to commit murder too.
Work is done for today ladies.
Fantine?
Didn't you hear me? - I want to continue working for another hour or two.
It's not done yet. - You were joking around all day.
No, my fingers are swollen and I...
It's always the machinery to blame. GO now, you can continue tomorrow.
It's today that we need to meet the target.
If I don't succeed, I earn 20 sous less.
You will get those next month.
I need the money now.
You are always short on money. But do 20 sous really matter?
It matters to me. - If you work overtime, you pay for electricity as well.
You know that. So you won't gain very much.
Could you borrow me these 20 sous?
I will pay you back next month. You said so yourself...
Do I need to borrow you money? Monsieur Madeleine doesn't want any trickery in here.
What happened to your power of reason? Go outside right away.
A good policeman, Javert....
... not only investigates, arrests and punishes.
He wants to understand. And in Montreuil, something passes by without notice.
Someone makes good fortune by taking care of business, there's nothing wrong with that.
This Croesus is mayor as well. - Do you suspect him of embezzlement?
No, we know how he could become so rich.
We just don't know what he's doing with all this money.
There's no trace of him. He didn't establish any bank account.
Where as any bank would pay him 20 to 30 percent interest.
Isn't it odd, someone doesn't care about enlarging his belongings?
I can interrogate detainees very thorough...
... and they give away their henchmen.
But I can't make a registration talk, no.
Go deeply into it. Society changes, and police needs to change to.
Nowadays, criminals have ink on their hands. Ink from fake banknotes...
... falsified accounting, you name it...
And it's less dangerous: wandering around in a safe...
... than in a poor quarter. And much more amusing.
Monsieur Javert, I presume?
My name is Augustin Parizot, town clerk
Nice to meet you. Who is the present mayor of the city?
It's our beloved monsieur Madeleine. Unfortunately, his portrait isn't here.
He doesn't want to make a portrait. - And why is that?
Modesty, mister inspector.
Humbleness, a feel for discretion. That's what our mayor is like.
I look forward to meet him. - That counts for him as well.
When he heard that State Security sent you, monsieur Javert, to this town...
... he was completely surprised.
Does he know me? - It's probably your reputation.
Do I have one?
When monsieur Madeleine arrived here, he wasn't much more than a lumberman.
The city was in need for someone to cut trees and hedges. And he became that man.
And in doing so, he got that great idea.
What great idea? - Stinging nettles.
I will show you.
Dried blooming nettles produce fibres...
... that make a great cheap fabric that looks almost like linen.
From there fibres we make wear-resistant work clothing.
We soon hope to receive an order from the military.
Negotiations are being held.
But there's not only an economic side to the story, monsieur the inspector.
There's a moral side of it as well.
A plant, distrusted and trampled on by everyone...
... gets its value, but only as one trusts its invisible qualities.
Your new domain, inspector.
Where are the prison cells? - There.
For the little criminals we catch now and then...
... this is build solid enough.
I like to check everything.
In prison camp, the chains were checked by prisoners.
I checked again. One can't and shouldn't trust...
... even the most trusted prisoner.
Never? - Never.
They are lost for society. They are not only criminals...
... they are incorrigible.
The only thing they ever regret, is that they have been caught.
But remorse? Never.
And even if they showed remorse, it doesn't change the crime they committed.
Harm has been done.
Our little town is in good hands now. But what brings you here?
I would think you would have earned a position in Paris.
Or were there certain circumstances to ask for transfer to Montreuil?
I didn't ask. I obeyed.
A criminal is wandering around in this town. - Is it true?
Especially in winter he makes his move.
You know who he is?
Poverty.
Madame, even since you didn't send us any money the past two months...
... my wife and I raise and care for your little sweet Cosette...
... as if it were our own daughter. But this situation can't continue.
At this moment, Cosette is already six years with us. She grows a lot and eats like a horse.
But love alone can't feed her.
My wife and I are afraid...
... that the poor child will languish and get weak.
So we need money very quick.
You owe us twelve francs.
The health of Cosette depends on it.
Thenardier.
Could I ask you a favour Madame? Can I leave early tonight?
You don't know exactly what you want.
One time you wanted to work overtime, and now you want to leave early.
This letter had to be sent away today.
And after working time, the post office is closed.
Is that letter that important?
Give it to me. I go to the post office this afternoon.
Don't you trust me, Fantine?
... brown.
Fauchelevent wants to talk with you, sir. - Monsieur Fauchelevent.
Why do I treat him with respect and doesn't he do so?
Because monsieur Madeleine is mayor. - Monsieur Madeleine is right.
Come in and have a seat, monsieur Fauchelevent.
Are you looking for a coachman? - To bring keels to Calais...
... where they will be shipped to England. The Madeleine Company is exporting.
A success for me and for the town.
I can bring your keels to Calais. I got a carriage and a horse.
Or aren't we good enough? You talk very pretty about poverty.
But now, you could really help me. - I just want to protect you.
Because these goods need to be transported rapidly.
And when they reach their destination, they need to be unloaded quick.
This is fatiguing labour. - What do you know about labour?
Does this man cause any trouble, monsieur the mayor?
No Javert. Monsieur Fachelevent is a friend of mine.
Those are your words.
Because I don't like you.
Stay a little while, I want to talk to you.
Did you deliver my letter?
Why not? - I read the letter.
That isn't right, but anyway. So you have a child?
I'm not the only one. Solange, Huguette...
... Madeleine, Clementine, they are mother too.
These are married women. You aren't.
We would get married. I picked a dress already: white taffeta,
A white dress? And you were pregnant?
That doesn't surprise me from a strumpet like you that hides her child in an inn.
An inn. - I don't hide Cosette.
But I'm not able to work and care for her. I miss her very much.
Go ahead, visit her.
What do you mean? - You are fired.
No, you can't take my work away from me.
Monsieur Madeleine poses only one demand on his staff...
... they should have irreproachable behaviour.
I know that. But I'm not a strumpet.
I want to talk to monsieur. He will understand me.
I already talked to him.
And what did he say? - Fire her.
We can go to my house.
It's not far from here and clean. I can set up the fireplace.
How much do you ask?
I don't know. It's my first time.
There's always a first time, but never a last time.
Prostitution is for ever. Inspector Javert, State security.
If I see you again, I will arrest you.
Didn't you ever had a lover? - Yes.
And didn't he teach you anything?
Aren't you satisfied? - You are a girl of fun.
So try to smile at least.
No, crying suits you better. Normally the price is settled on forehand.
You didn't say anything. Apparently it was for free.
Please, give me some money.
You are a pretty girl. But...
But what?
Breath.
You smell strange. What's that?
Are you sick?
If you are, I go to the police. - Please no.
It's because I eat too little. This is what people smell like when they're hungry.
That's all I have. Next time better.
If you are more unrestrained, and if there will be a next time.
Parizot, quick. The bridal couple is arriving.
Yes, Javert? - The state doesn't want to get messy.
So the municipal policy on prostitution is made by two authorities:
the municipality, that is you. And the police, that's me.
I know about that.
I approve brothels. This way, we can cope with the evil.
Because extermination is impossible.
But that woman doesn't work in such a place. She works on the street.
And she didn't report this to the police. - The poor child.
You wouldn't throw her in jail, would you? I prefer to find out if she can work for me.
Would you hire a prostitute? - I'm about to join one in marriage.
Ask Parizot. She has done the whole city.
These medicines are pricey.
And it takes at least 40 francs to save Cosette.
Send me the money within a week, or...
That's not a reason. Each year, hundreds of thousands of children get ill.
But not all mothers turn into prostitutes because of that.
Why don't you look for a decent job to support you and your child?
The weaving mill of monsieur Madeleine... - I was fired there.
You can have a criminal record, but unmarried mothers are dismissed.
You can steal from a fellow man and will be forgiven, but extramarital love...
... turns you into a leprous.
Just a while ago I saw a carnival man parking his carriage on the square.
It could be interesting for you. - Why, I can't do anything funny.
I can't dance or sing, nor can I juggle or walk a tightrope.
I wasn't talking about that. If I were you, I would have a word with him.
Come in, young lady.
Come.
They are so pretty and white...
... and look healthy. - How much do you want to pay?
The price is 4 francs a tooth.
Pull out ten. - Ten?
Especially your front teeth are very interesting. They are the prettiest.
Okay.
I'll need to strap you up this chair.
Are you sure?
I need 40 francs. Anything else doesn't matter to me.
What are you doing?
I never pulled out ten teeth in one time.
Imagine you bleed to death. I don't want to get involved in such a dirty matter.
I really need the money very badly.
Maybe we can make some arrangement.
I make wigs too.
And...
... you have very beautiful hair.
Would you take my hair? For 40 francs?
The most sales in three year.
Open the safe, Patriot.
An accident, come quick.
Stay there. And you, out of the way.
There comes the mayor.
Bring some pulleys - Too late, his chest shattered.
Use your final strength to ask god for forgiveness.
That man was too poor to buy a strong carriage. Let me try...
That's dangerous mayor. - The city needs you.
Pull him from under the wagon
I only knew one man capable of doing something like this:
he was a forced labourer.
Monsieur Fouchelevent, you should take some vegetable stock to gain strength.
Strength?
Please let god give me the strength to die in dignity.
That's all I wish for. - Die? You won't die.
Not of a few bruised ribs. I'll look after you.
In a few weeks time it will be better.
You don't need to lie to me, sister. - Sister Simplice never lies.
I have different bad habits.
What's this? What's in it?
I wanted to add a little drop of wine, but all I found was sacramental wine.
It smells like lamp oil. - Lamp oil for a dying man?
You won't die monsieur Fauchelevent. I have a proposal for you.
Through my intercession you can go to work as a gardener at Petit-Picpus.
That's a convent in Paris with a huge garden.
The sisters are looking for a gardener.
Work in Paris, as a gardener?
I will write to Mother Superior.
The smell of incense, organ music, masses... You will feel like in paradise.
Bad people don't find their way to paradise.
Yes sister, I'm a bad person.
Because I wanted to harm the man that just saved my life.
A few days ago, I visited inspector Javert.
And I spoke bad about monsieur Madeleine.
There's nothing bad to tell about him. - I know that.
I made it up.
Because nobody knows where he's from, I told the inspector
... he probably has a bad record.
But what?
I didn't tell any details. I only advised the inspector...
... to start an investigation. He would be surprised.
How is your financial investigation going?
What's easier to count? Numbers or prisoners?
I believe I caught something.
Really? You will catch some large animal?
I would like to keep that a secret until the final report.
But many will talk about this matter.
About you as well? - It could be possible...
... that this investigation provides me with a transfer to Paris.
Are the archives still on the same floor?
Apologies that it took so long.
It's an old affair.
I hope the case isn't dismissed? - Valjean isn't prosecuted anymore.
He's not dangerous, just a little thief. He didn't kill anybody.
He's much more than a little thief: he's a recidivist.
He could sentenced to death.
People like him don't need a hangman. The wander around....
... until they are found in a drain, death of cold and hunger.
Or in their lazy armchair....
... counting the money they received on the harm of others.
What are you doing here, you Nosey Parker?
It's Sunday. You need to stay in your beds until mama...
Someone knocks at the door. - Never mind.
It could be a guest. - Too bad.
We didn't have any guests for a week. - The allowance of Fantine is more than enough.
Last time even 40 francs, so to say to get flesh for her little baby.
You should gain some weight.
Don't you like me anymore? - Yes, but I love robust women.
A real woman is round and chubby like a little quail
Slim isn't a good sign. I learned so at Waterloo:
only the death are slim.
Would you tell a story? - Which one?
You know which one. - Once, one brave sergeant...
... was walking at Waterloo between the death and wounded.
The cursed fog, I think I'm lost.
Where do you go to? - To Montreuil.
You are in the right direction. All you have to do is travel north.
But it's a long way. Would you like some food?
Get up and get some wood.
I got delicious soup, I cooked it once for Napoleon.
I'm a servant of the king.
The little maid seems very young to work.
She may look eight, but she is twelve years old. On that age, children are allowed to work.
Although work... I'm the one doing everything in here.
Shall I bake you a bacon omelette? - No, I just wanted some directions.
Are you okay little girl?
Do you like it in here?
In that case...
Come here, stand in the light.
Good evening. - Yes, where and how many?
My place, and price is 5 francs.
The girls at Madame Aglae cost only 3 francs, including champagne.
All right, three francs.
That's for me to say. But I would like to see some goods in advance.
What a sight. What's that, a bald head?
And the rest got eroded too. Outrage, such an ugly woman.
Don't touch me.
Get lost.
Filthy bitch.
When can I leave here?
I didn't do anything wrong. - Close your mouth.
I am talking to you. - Shut up.
I didn't do you anything wrong. I want to get out of here.
The charge is: prostitution, disturbing public order...
... and committing violence. - She is the one who got beaten up.
That's for the court to decide.
Citizen Mamatabois had filled a complained against you, I'm obliged to deal with this.
Tomorrow you will go to the prison in Arras, to wait for your trial.
Lock her up.
Please no.
I don't want to go to prison. - Prison is not worse than the shed you live in.
But my daughter needs me.
Behind bars with that hysteric woman.
Please do something monsieur Madeleine.
Monsieur Javert, I request you to release that woman.
Right now. - You don't know what crime she committed.
I know what happened to her. Release her.
Out of the question. Police affairs are part of my authority.
This is a matter for the municipal police.
So according to articles 9, 11, 15 and 70 of the Police regulation...
... as a mayor, I judge this matter.
Be cursed. It's all your fault.
Because of you I got fired. And because of you I was obliged to sell my body.
They say you are a good person. But you are evil, you are the devil.
I curse you, I curse you.
Monsieur Javert, release her. I won't repeat this no more.
Let her go.
Come on, sister.
Simonot, take a pen, ink and some paper.
I will dictate a letter to the director of the State Security.
Hand over this letter personally.
If you leave this night, you will arrive tomorrow morning in Paris.
'You appointed me as an inspector in Montreuil...
... with the secret mission to research the financial matters...
... of the mayor of this city, a certain monsieur Madeleine.
I say 'a certain', because I got convinced of the fact that this man...'
Not so fast. - Excuse me, Simonet.
I have been waiting for this moment a long time.
How is she?
It's not her wounds that worry me the most.
But she coughs all the time and has high temperature.
I'm not a doctor, but...
If she would die, it would be because of me. Unforgivable.
But you are not responsible. Madame Victurnien...
I visit the factory every day. I should have noticed Fantine was gone.
Do you anything yet?
Fantine is afraid she will never see her daughter again.
According to the people Cosette is living with, she is ill.
What is their name? - Thenardier.
They own an inn in Montfermeil.
I suspect it isn't charity. They ask 20 francs a month.
I would hope they treat her extremely well.
Fantine is three months late in paying. - I'll send 200 francs immediate.
And I'll ask them to sent Cosette over here.
Don't ask. Request. It's urgent.
An unmarried mother, that hided this fact. It seemed right to do so...
Right?
Who do you think you are, to decide about good and wrong?
God even doesn't judge the poor.
But you, Madame Victurnien, put yourself above god himself.
You judge and punishes without asking yourself who you're judging.
Could I have a word please, mayor?
In private please.
Could you excuse us?
I'm listening. - I request you to fire me.
I have made a serious error. I'm not worthy the duty of the police.
What are you trying to tell me?
Because of excessive sense of duty, I have sinned.
When you saved the life of Fauchelevent, I said I knew only one man capable of doing something like that.
A convicted labourer.
I thought you were that man. I reported to the head of State Security...
... that I had found Jean Valjean.
That's the former convict's name. I waited for instructions to arrest you.
But these instructions will not arrive. Jean Valjean is already arrested.
What do you mean?
A certain Champmathieu is being detained in Arras for stealing apples.
In this prison, two former convicts are being held too.
They recognized Champmathieu as Jean Valjean...
... who, although denying his crime, will be sentenced tomorrow morning in Arras.
The sentence probably will consist of forced labour for a life time.
I almost got you sentenced...
... and a terrible juridical mistake would have lied on my conscience.
That's why I request you to remove me from my duties.
I will wait at home for a letter that will end my duties and career.
Excuse me, mayor. I came to light the candles.
You are inside all day already...
... without wanting to meet anybody or eat anything.
What wrong? Are you ill?
Shall I call for doctor Cornette?
I want to be left alone.
Light...
Your illustrious light...
... bishop of Digne.
I can't let another man, who's held for being someone else, suffer.
Because that other person, that is me.
I need you, monsignor.
Does she suffer heavily?
She's afraid to die before she had the chance to see her daughter.
If Thenardier doesn't return her this week, I will go and get Cosette myself.
How could I have doubt?
To what?
That my duties are here.
Were you reading something for her?
A beautiful parable of the good shepherd.
About the shepherd who leaves his flock to go and search for the lost sheep.
Unimaginable...
... that he leaves his flock, for which he is responsible, alone...
... to try to find one lost sheep.
The shepherd trusted the lord to look after the flock.
So he could search for the sheep easily.
The flock has nothing to fear when the lord is the shepherd.
Doesn't that reassure you?
Reassuring?
What you just told me, is very clear.
Horrible, but clear.
Monsieur Scaufflaire, open the door!
Hurry!
I'm coming mayor. - Quick.
Hurry. I need your gig. Harness the horse.
The horse has worked all day long, the poor animal is asleep.
I've got 20 miles to cover.
No horse can cope with that. Where do you need to go to?
To Arras. - Take the stage-coach tomorrow afternoon.
That will be too late. I offer you 500 francs.
To rent a horse and carriage? That's theft.
I buy them. If I don't return, you won't be harmed. Quick.
It's none of my business. But if you are in such a rush...
... to arrive in Arras, there will be a lot at stake.
A human's life.
You are requested to take into account that this is a matter of recidivism.
Twenty-nine years ago, Jean Valjean has stolen some bread.
And ten years ago, this same Jean Valjean...
... did steal some money of the young chimney sweeper Petit-Gervais.
And now... - I don't even know that Petit-Gervais.
And don't call me Jean Valjean. My name is Champmathieu.
Chammathieu, dammed. - Silence, you miserable.
Even your defender begs you to admit you are Jean Valjean.
I'm not. I never went to a prison camp.
Your defence is worthless. Please admit.
Two fellow prisoners from Toulon, Cochepaille and Chenildieu...
... have testified you are Jean Valjean.
I don't understand. I didn't do anything to them. I don't even know them.
Suspect, please think. If you continue to refuse obstinately, I'll have you removed...
... and this trial will continue without you. So I ask you one more time:
Are you the former convict Jean Valjean?
I am not. My name is Jean, but Jean Mathieu.
And that became Champmathieu. - A certain Champmathieu without parents...
... friend and relatives. You are no human, you are nothing.
These do exist, people that have lost everything.
Guards, please bring in Cochepaille and Chenildieu.
My god, they are ugly.
God may look different than you.
God must be blind.
Or good.
Chenildieu, what can you say? - That this is Jean Valjean.
Got into labour camp in 1796 and was released in 1815.
Cochepaille, do you recognize the suspect?
We have been chained one to another for 5 years. A special band so to speak.
No joking Cochepaille.
Accused, what can you say to this?
Cochepaille and Chenildieu, look at me. - That's the mayor of Montreuil.
Don't you recognize me?
Can I ask you something mayor... - I would like to ask you something, Your Honour
Please release Champmathieu. And have me being arrested, because I am Jean Valjean.
The president asks if there's a doctor in the audience.
For me? Not necessary. I am completely sane.
I feel all right.
Much better than the last couple of hours, when I was tortured by uncertainty.
Until I knew what I had to do. And I made my mind up completely.
But you can't be a former convict.
Why not? Because I wear a silk scarf and a hat?
Because I don't match your idea of a criminal? Appalling...
the habit to judge people by the way they look.
Chenildieu, do you remember you served us warm food?
Yes, that's correct.
How much would you ask for a spoon of the so called 'ragout'?
Five sous, isn't it? - That's correct.
That doesn't prove anything, monsieur Madeleine.
Everybody knows these kind of stories and can come up with such a detail.
A lot of convictions aren't even based on such detailed evidence.
Now it's your turn Cochepaille.
Isn't there a scarf on your left shoulder, caused by a burning wooden beam?
How do you know about that? - Take off your shirt.
Who saved your life? - Jean Valjean.
Where is he now? - In front of me.
Louder, where is he?
You are Jean Valjean.
I won't interrupt much longer.
I'm leaving now, because I don't want to be arrested now.
I have some business to take care of.
Now, you know who I am and where to find me.