Les Miserables Page #4

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the headstrong.

Mr. Mayor can't imagine.

- I imagine.

- No, you had to be there.

First of all, do you know

the rabble, Mr. Javert?

It is simple.

First, there are honest people,

established people,

then the ones who have no work,

no family, no home.

The first group makes up society

and respects the law.

The others respect nothing

and attack everything.

My duty is to defend the former

against the latter.

- It is not difficult.

- Not so easy.

Mr. Mayor, there was an accident.

Old Fauchelevent

just fell under his car.

Oh, my God,

I don't want to see this!

We have to go look for Mr. Mayor!

Good morning, Mr. Mayor.

We'll have to wait

15 minutes for a hoist!

Go look for a beam

to use as leverage.

I will never be able to.

- You are going to hurt yourself.

- Take this.

Wait, you guys.

That's it, he is lifting it!

Come on, put the lever there.

Quickly, GUYS-

- Be careful.

- He is in a bad way.

It's nothing, buddy,

you'll get out of it.

It's nothing.

- It's great, Mr. Mayor.

- God bless you.

I have known only one man

capable of doing what you did.

He was a convict at

the penal colony of Toulon.

His name was Jean Valjean.

So now

you know a second one.

Like in all the little towns,

there was in Montreuil sur Mer

a class of young men

who were nibbling on their private

income, being deeply bored

while they thought

they were having fun.

They had contempt for women,

were drinking, yawning,

smelled like tobacco,

were playing pool,

were not working,

didn't have any use at all.

They spent most

of their time at the caf,

summers... and winters.

- Spade.

- The doormat girl is ready to work.

She is probably

freezing her butt off.

- I bet you Louis is going.

- Goodbye!

- You've lost, buddy.

- Ah, the b*tch. Stupid girl.

- Wait, it's going to cost her!

- Good luck!

Are you coming, darling?

Don't pretend to be shy.

Hey, we'll have a good laugh.

Bastard!

Don't touch me, brute!

Bastard! Swine!

Let me go, let me go!

It's the Magistrate's Court.

Here, sign.

You don't know to do it?

All right.

You're good for six months.

Take her away.

Six months in jail!

It's impossible!

I have my little girl's

boarding to pay!

My little Cosette,

what will happen to her?

They will throw her outside

in the winter's cold!

There is nothing

I can do about it.

If I do this work,

it is not by vice, I swear!

I swear, I had no more money!

I sold everything...

I have a little girl in the countryside!

She is sick!

I need some money.

Every whore says the same thing.

- Alas, it is almost always true.

- Mr. Mayor...

Ah, it's you, Mr. Mayor?

You came to see your work.

What I have become

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