Les Miserables Page #4

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- We can't wait!

- We have to.

There's just enough room for a man

to slip underneath and lift the cart.

It's the only way.

No one's tried?

Five louis!

Ten louis!

- It could crush a man.

No one will try?

It's not the will that's lacking,

Mr. Mayor. It's the strength.

It takes incredible strength

to lift a cart with your back.

Hello, Javert.

Who'll lift this cart?

I know only one man

who could do that.

A former convict

from the penal colony at Toulon.

No volunteers?

Pull him out!

Let the doctor through.

Here's the mayor's coat

and hat.

- Did you see Mr. Madeleine?

- He risked his life.

Who'd have thought

he was so strong?

Here you are, Fantine.

Fifty francs.

The mayor is very sorry.

You've been here two years.

He rarely dismisses a worker,

but we can't keep you on.

The mayor advises you

to leave the region.

But you just said -

Dismissed? How will I manage?

I owe 40 francs for my child

and 30 for rent.

The mayor is sorry.

It's all he can do.

Good-bye.

You can leave immediately.

Hand in your things

as you leave.

This is horrible!

My little girl is at death's door.

I have to send 40 francs.

I owe 30 for my room,

but I have nothing.

Just the 50 francs

they gave me to leave.

Sign here.

Just make a cross.

What did I do wrong?

Why did they dismiss me?

If you've done nothing,

speak to Mr. Madeleine.

He can't tolerate injustice.

He's the one

who had me dismissed.

That's hard to believe.

Did you see him?

No, the supervisor told me.

He wants me to leave the area.

Ah, so it was her

who told you.

That witch!

"To the Prefect of Police, Paris.

A striking resemblance

has raised my suspicions

as to the identity

of Mr. Madeleine..."

MR. LEGRIS

BUSINESSMAN:

Come in.

So there you are.

Come in.

Do you have it?

Unfortunately, sir, I've just

been dismissed from the factory.

After I send 40 francs for my child,

I'll have only 10 francs left.

I'm sorry,

but the rent must be paid.

I don't give something

for nothing.

I'm not a cruel man,

but I must be paid

one way...

or another.

You understand, my lovely?

In that case, I'm sorry.

You move out tomorrow.

Please, sir.

I love my Cosette so much.

For her sake, I just couldn't -

Enough!

It's your problem now.

You're a stupid girl.

You won't find money

anywhere.

Yes, I will.

I can find it. The barber offered me

20 francs for my hair.

Sure, you can sell your hair,

and your lovely teeth too.

And what then,

after you've made 60 francs in all

and no will look at you again?

What will you sell then?

When you're disfigured,

what will you sell?

When you only have

three louis left.

Her last three louis.

And she asks for credit.

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