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1000 francs to whoever can furnish information...
...that leads to the identification or arrest of writers, owners and distributors...
...of papers, leaflets and other printings of secret revolutionary contents.
So the police will soon be on your track.
It is necessary to think about how you, Enjolras, could depart form Paris for some time.
Leave Paris now? When the insurrection can start at any moment?
You had given me your word.
Dear Marius. If I stay, I renege my promise, but if I leave, I renege the revolution!
That's it. We have 500 copies.
Well. You, Courfeyrac, you'll take care to distribute them (some part of Paris).
But I can't go like that! I have to change my clothing!
Do as you want.
You, Gavroche, I'll charge you with the region around Place de l'Étoile.
And I?
Are you good for anything, you?
Don't underestimate me! (Not sure about that)
When I really get into it, I'm fierce!
I know the whole constitution of the year two by heart!
The freedom of the citizen ends where the freedom of another citizen begins.
The Rights of men! The sovereignity of the people!
?
I can talk of (sorry, I don't get this)
He knows Prudhomme by heart, but is afraid but is frightened by paper explosions.
I'm not afraid.
It's just that bangs impress me. That's all.
Done.
I hope (?)
But the minister of police has seen her once (?)
She's perfect.
You know her?
No. I just said it like that. It's amusing.
But that's strong.
Attention! The signal! Police!
Haven't you seen a shadow?
Yes. But it disappeared.
A curse on them! They have managed to escape.
Yes, but one has stayed in the quarter
But the whole quarter is surrounded.
He can't leave it.
???
Would you put down that pistol.
If you call the police...
It was just an advise.
It would be better if you didn't stay in this room.
But, you're wounded.
That could be.
Follow me.
I repeat, nobody.
And yet, it seemed to me that I had seen someone enter the gate.
Must have been a shadow.
What do you mean?
A shadow of your fantasy.
So. It's better now?
Much...
I think that now we can go downstairs.
Are you from Paris?
Oh no. We came here just a few years ago.
And do you like it?
I don't know. I hardly ever go out.
My father prefers if I stay at home.
Nobody comes here?
Oh no. The morning and evening, I go down to the garden to tend the flowers and I have all this library to read.
Which is your favourite author?
No don't tell me.
I want to guess.
For sure, you are romantic and dreamy.
That's right. How did you manage to know this?
Because you are a prisoner in this house.
And prisoners dream.
They dream of far-away horizons, forests moving in the wind, ships leaving the harbour.
They especially like the sea.
How beautiful you are.
The author?
Chenier. André Chenier.
And the poem: The young imprisoned girl.
Yes, that's right. You guessed it.
I read it nearly every day.
If you like, we could see each other again and read it together.
No, no it's not possible.
-Why? -Because my father would never allow it.
I think it is time for you to retire.
-Yes, papa. Good night. -Good night.
-I am sorry, sir and I am grateful to you... -Not to me!
Be grateful to my daughter. She was sitting at this window.
She saw you close to being arrested and she only had to open the door behind your back.
Like that!
If I had known, I had stopped her!
Why haven't you denounced me when the police came?
I didn't want them to find you in my house.
I don't want to have anything to do neither with the police nor with the people they are searching for!
I am not a criminal!
I don't care.
I will go to see if the house is still under surveillance.
That doesn't matter!
It does to me!
You can go.
Good evening.