Enjolras: I’m so excited it’s our first rally I feel I
feel like my entire life has been leading up to this.
Grantaire: You’re peaking kind of early. I feel like my life is culminating to me getting a drink named after me.
Enjolras: I actually do have a drink named after me Grantaire: Yeah I want a better drink than eight
shots of espresso in a cup. Grantaire: Joly, how’ve you been buddy? Police: Leave the vicinity immediately. You are not authorized to assemble on private property. [Gunshots are heard] Combeferre: Put the chairs on top.
Enjolras: Do we have anything else? Courfeyrac: Slow down edgelord.
Bahorel: Oh my God! Combeferre: Eponine! Oh my God, are you okay? She’s been shot. Marius: You’re okay you’re gonna be okay.
Gavroche: What’s going on? Combeferre: I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do I haven’t gotten to the
life-saving for my major yet, just microbiology. Gavroche: Microbiology isn’t going to keep her alive! Joly: Hang on. I know
what to do. Eponine: No, no Marius. I want Marius. where is he? Joly: I’m going to help you.
Eponine: Marius? Joly: Marius keep her calm. Distract her. We don’t need her freaking
out right now. Combeferre are your hands clean? Combeferre: No.
Joly: Okay you can elevate her legs. Then Eponine, I’m sorry Courfeyrac: Should we call 9-1-1?
Enjolras: 9-1-1 is waiting outside the door to arrest us Combeferre: 9-1-1 is going to take too long anyways and
I don’t think she’d have that kind of time. Marius: You’re hurting her.
Joly: I’m the only
one even marginally helping right now Eponine: No I’m not hurting.
Joly: That’s not good. Eponine: Marius stay with me
Marius: I’m right here. Eponine: That’s all I wanted to hear I think
I was a little bit in love with you Bahorel: Who invited you? Javert: I came to volunteer. Enjolras: I think we’re gonna need all the held we can get guys. Courfeyrac: What’s your name?
Javert: It’s Javert.
Courfeyrac: Who? Elizabeth: He’s a narc. He hangs out around Saint
Michele all the time and then tries to get me to sell him weed.
Javert: So you do sell weed? [Javert makes old man injury noises, Bahorel makes fighting noises] Police: This protest has gotten out of hand. You’ve trespassed on private property, started a riot that’s spread throughout the city and attacked officers in uniform. Come out with your hands up or we’ll come in after you. Enjolras: They’re gonna break in.
Courfeyrac: They’re already in. Feuilly: The doors are locked from the other side! Marius: We have a hostage!
Enjolras: What? Combeferre: Marius what are you thinking? My life is not yours to risk! Marius: We have Officer Javert! If you come in we’ll kill him! Police: They have a hostage. We are in a hostage situation. Combeferre: I’d rather serve a community service charge over trespassing than getting life in prison for kidnapping an officer.
Marius: What other choice do we have? Courfeyrac: We can do what he says. Enjolras: They came here ready to shoot guys. We’re not going to prison. Feuilly: We’re all doing to die. Combeferre: Enjolras, what do we do? Enjolras: I don’t know. Courfeyrac: What do you mean you don’t know? You always know. Enjolras: I don’t know! Cosette: Papa! Papa, there’s been a shooting. Valjean: I know Cosette calm down. I
heard all about it everything’s going to be okay. Cosette: Marius is there.
Valjean: Now that is a problem. Cosette: They’ve barricaded themselves inside the cafe musain, the police are going to knock down the door at any minute and
are not listening to reason they’re gonna kill him!
Valjean: Please calm down Cosette. I want you to wait right here Be safe, okay?
Cosette: Where are you going? Valjean: I’ll be
back soon okay Bahorel: How’re you doing?
Feuilly: As good as can be expected. You? Bahorel: About the same. I’ve been thinking of that vacation we’ve been planning on
Feuily: To Poland? Bahorel: yeah I think we should go. Feuilly: Even if we got out of here we
couldn’t afford to go. Bahorel: We’re getting out of here.
Feuilly: Bahorel. Bahorel: We could go to Warsaw and
even if we got stranded that’s your favorite place and if you’re with me it’d be my
favorite place too. Feuilly: I guess I wouldn’t mind being stranded in Warsaw with you Combeferre: Well the police are not sending over a hostage negotiator which makes no sense thanks for putting us into the situation
idiot Marius: I said I’m sorry Ferre, multiple times. I just panicked. Combeferre: If this
wasn’t a hostage situation we probably would’ve been to bailed out by now.
We could’ve laughed at this later. Marius: I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.
Combeferre: Sorry isn’t
going to keep us alive. I thought you were more of a flight than fight person.
Marius: Me? Combeferre: Yeah, I’m really into personality types. You
know? I guess I misjudged you Marius: We’re in a real tight spot aren’t we. Combeferre: Yeah but I have the feeling you’ll be
fine. Marius: Thanks… Ferre, what would you do if we got out of here.
Combeferre: Go change my major to philosophy I don’t think I can handle blood like I thought
I could. Marius: I’d propose to Cosette. Probably have Courfeyrac help me with plan something elaborate. She’s better at stuff like that
than I am. She just deserves something that’s breathtaking.
Combeferre: You’re writing her a letter? Marius: Yeah I wanted to let her know I thought of her, Combeferre: I’m sure she knows. Even without the letter. Joly: I don’t know what’s going to happen Musichetta but I love you. Tell Bossuet I love him too, how is he? Musichetta: He’s good, misses you. I think the travel abroad here in Canada has been hard for him. Joly: But he’s with you. I wish I
was. I should have done all this differently, I should have said no Combeferre I don’t want to spend my weekend at a protest or no Grantaire I don’t
want to throw rocks at the police. Musichetta: You threw rocks at the police? Joly: I didn’t want to! I should have gone
abroad with you it was just you and me and Bossuet in a cute little coffee
shop in Toronto none of this would have happened Musichetta: Your friends would still be there. Joly: Well then I should have paid attention in class. I had my first patient die on me today. Musichetta: Joly, I’m so sorry Joly: Me too!
Musichetta: Please be careful. I’ll see you in two weeks when you come to visit, okay? Think you can hold on until then? Joly: Yeah, soon as I get out of here Courfeyrac: Gav is there anything I can do?
Gavroche: Unless you can turn back time and fix everything then no. Courfeyrac: It’s going to be okay.
Gavroche: It’s not going to be okay! Cause my sister is dead and and
not only is she dead but now I have to go back I have to live with my abusive
father! Corfeyrac: You don’t have to go back you can stay with me. Gavroche: I appreciate that but it’s
not gonna help anything. Cause we’re all going to die. Gavroche: Courf, I’m so scared. Courfeyrac: Me too. Gavroche: What are we going to do? Courfeyrac: Why don’t you tell me how many people are smoking oregano right now? Gavroche: At least a dozen. I wish I could see them. Courfeyrac: You will. Grantaire: Do you want a drink? Enjolras: Where did you get that? Grantaire: I’ve had a stash hidden since August. Enjolras: no no I I
don’t drink. Grantaire: I mean, I don’t either. Enjolras: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. All of
these people, they’re all gonna die For us.
Grantaire: Well that’s life sometimes. Can’t always get what you want. Enjolras: Always the optimist.
Grantaire: I’m not being pessimistic
I’m being… Enjolras: A realist I know. Grantaire: Are you afriad. To die, I mean. Grantaire: Do you remember the meeting a few months ago? You sent me home. Enjolras: When you were drunk? Grantaire: Yeah um, but you said I didn’t believe in anything. I wasn’t kidding when I said I believed in you and if I have to
get shot or gassed or tased whatever I I think I’m okay doing that following
your lead. Enjolras: R, you’re a real pain in my ass. Grantaire: I try. Enjolras: But every once a while you say the right thing. Grantaire: Well you should feel honored me saying something decent is a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity Enjolras: Well I’ll enjoy it for the rest of my
life Grantaire: Enjolras, you made a joke [sounds of police busting through shabby barriace] Gavroche: You killed my-
Courfeyrac: Ga- Valjean: Cosette I’ve got something for you!