Everyone here?

You know your place.

Brujah.

Bye-bye.

Klaxoo!

You, my Parnass, watch for the law with Eponine.

Take care.

You turn on the tears.

No mistakes, my dears.

These bloody students on our streets Here they come slamming once again

A reptilian 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.

You know what you do with all them books?

I could have been a student too.

Don't you care on how she looks?

I know a lot of things I do.

War happening, the things you know you wouldn't find in books like these.

I love the way you grow your hair.

Oh, I like the way you always do.

Here's the old boy.

Stay on the job and watch out for the law.

Stay out of this.

Butter for me.

You'll be in trouble here.

Who is this man?

Leave me alone.

Why is he here?

Pay it for me!

See you there.

Thumbless wife.

He is a soul that I need unto die.

Ain't the world a remarkable place?

Men like me don't forget.

You're the bastard.

Who borrowed conflict?

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 first disappear of Boris, it's your fault.

Another brawl in the square, another stink in the air.

Was there a witness to this?

Well, let him speak to Javert.

Must hear the streets are not safe, but let these vermin beware.

We'll see that justice is done.

Look upon this fine collection, called 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, monsieur, I'll see him soon to be 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 head.

Could it be he's some old jailbird?

That the tide now washes in Heard my name and started running At 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?

And remember when you've nicked

him it was me what 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!