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Everyone here?
You know your place
Brujon, Babet, Claqusous!
You, Montparnasse, watch for the law
With Eponine, take care.
You turn on the tears
No mistakes, my dears!
These bloody students on our street,
Here they come slumming once again.
Our Eponine would kiss their feet.
She never had a scrap of brain.
Hey Eponine, what's up today?
I haven't seen you much about.
Here, you can always catch me in.
Mind the police don't catch you out!
Here, whatcher doin' with all them books?
I could have been a student too!
Don't judge a girl on how she looks...
I know a lot of things I do!
Poor Eponine, the things you know,
You wouldn't find in books like these.
I like the way you grow your hair.
I like the way you always tease.
Little he knows!
Little he sees!
Here's the old boy. Stay on the job and watch out for
the law.
Stay out of this.
But Eponine...
You'll be in trouble here.
It's not your concern,
You'll be in the clear
Who is this man?
Leave me alone!
Why is he here? Hey, Eponine!
I didn't see you there, forgive me.
Please M'sieur, come this way
Here's a child that ain't eaten today.
Save a life, spare a sou.
God rewards all the good that you do.
Wait a bit. Know that face.
Ain't the world a remarkable place?
Men like me don't forget!
You're the bastard who borrowed Cosette!
What is this? Are you mad?
No, Monsieur, you don't know what you do!
You know me, you know me.
I'm a con, just like you.
It's the police! Disappear!
Run for it! It's Javert!
Another brawl in the square!
Another stink in the air!
Was there a witness to this?
Well, let him speak to Javert!
M'sieur, the streets are not safe,
But let these vermin beware,
We'll see that justice is done!
Look upon this fine collection
Crawled from underneath a stone
This swarm of worms and maggots
Could have picked you to the bone!
I know this man over here
I know his name and his trade
And on your witness, M'sieur,
I'll see him suitably paid.
But where's the gentleman gone?
And why on earth did he run?
You will have a job to catch him.
He's the one you should arrest!
No more bourgeois when you scratch him,
Than that brand upon his chest!
Could it be he's some old jailbird,
That the tide now washes in?
Heard my name and started running.
Had the brand upon his skin.
And the girl who stood beside him,
When I turned they both had gone.
Could he be the man I've hunted?
Could it be he's Jean Valjean?
In the absence of a victim,
Dear Inspector, may I go?
And remember when you've nicked him,
It was me that told you so!
Let the old man keep on running
I will run him off his feet!
Everyone about your business,
Clear this garbage off the street!
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