Les Miserables Page #3

- [ Screaming ] Oh, God!

[ Screaming, Crying ]

[ Screaming, Shouting, Crying ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Shouts ]

Oh, my-

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Hinges Creaking ]

Your Eminence! Your Eminence!

Oh, the silver. The silver's gone.

That man! I told you.

He left without a word,

and he's taken the silver.

- Now we have no silver plates.

- What plates?

Oh, the plates!

Yes, yes, of course. The plates.

Well, now, let's see.

Now, what use are plates?

We can eat just as well off tin plates.

- Tin tastes.

- Well, iron plates then.

- [ Knocking ]

- Come in.

Your Eminence, this man is Jean Valjean,

a yellow passport convict.

We saw him running away.

We caught him and found that he had

this silver with your crest on it.

Now, what is all this?

Come here,Jean.

I'm very happy to see you again,Jean...

because you forgot to take away

the two silver candlesticks I gave you.

They're worth at least 200 francs.

How did you come

to leave them behind?

Didn't he tell you that the good priest with whom

he spent the night gave him all his silver?

- He said so, but naturally we thought-

- That's very clever of you.

You do your duty well,

but you're quite mistaken.

The silver is his.

Then we can let him go, sir?

Why, certainly, and give him

his knapsack and passport.

Thank you. Good day, my friends.

I- Is it- Is it true?

I don't have to go back to the galleys?

You-You let me go free?

Free?

Where is a man free?

I wish someone would tell me.

Yes, you can go,Jean.

And this time,Jean, don't forget

to take your candlesticks with you.

You-You-

You give them to me?

Long ago,Jean, I learnt that life

is to give and not to take.

Let me give.

And in return, promise me

that you will give also.

My door is always open,Jean.

Don't come in by any other way-

furtively, by night.

The door is the right way.

And the right way,Jean,

is always open to you.

[ Choir Singing ]

[ Arguing ]

- Let's try here then.

- Come on.

Wait here.

Number two furnace must be cleared.

You see to it.

Fifty gross packets, number four,

to go to Paris tonight.

- Yes, Monsieur Madeleine.

- That's all. What is it?

There's a question of the girl,

Fantine Lesrolles.

- It appears there's been

some gossip about a child-

-[ Knocking ]

- Can you deal with the case yourself?

- I can, certainly.

Then please do. Come in!

- Ah, good morning, Monsieur Madeleine.

- Good morning.

I have something of the greatest

importance to discuss with you.

You see, I, uh- I-

Look here, Monsieur Madeleine.

We want you to honor our town by accepting

the position of mayor and magistrate.

Yes, that's it.

Me? Nonsense.

[ Laughing ]

A fine figure I'd make.

Let someone else do it.

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