The Robbery / Javert's Intervention

M.Thénardier

Everyone here, you know your place

Brujon, Babet, Claqusous

You, Montparnasse, watch for the law

With Éponine, take care.

You turn on the tears

No mistakes, my dears

Mme. Thénardier:

These bloody students on our street

Here they come slumming once again

Our Éponine would kiss their feet

She never had a scrap of brain

Hey Éponine, 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 doing 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 Éponine, 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!

Mme. Thénardier:

Here's the old boy.

Stay on the job

And watch out for the law.

Stay out of this.

But Éponine...

You'll be in trouble here

It's not your concern

You'll be in the clear

Who is that man?

Leave me alone!

Why is he here? Hey, Éponine!

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 that borrowed Cosette!

What is this? Are you mad?

No, M'sieur, 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,

We'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 who 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!