Fantine's Arrest (Live)

Here's something new, I think I'll give it a try

Come closer, you

I like to see what I buy

The usual price for just one slice of your pie

I don't want you

No, no, Monsieur, let me go

Oh, is this a trick? I won't pay more

No, not at all

Well you've got some nerve, you ugly slut

You've got some gall

It's the same with a tart as it is with a grocer

The customer sees what he gets in advance

It's not for the whore to say "yes sir" or "no sir"

Not for the harlot to pick or to choose

Or to lead me a dance

I'll kill you bastard, try any of that

Even a whore who has gone to the bad

Won't be had by a rat

By Christ, you'll pay for what you've done

This rat will make you bleed, you'll see

I guarantee, I'll make you suffer

For this disturbance of the peace

For this insult to life and property

I beg you, don't report me sir

I'll do what ever you may want

Oh, make your excuse to the police

Tell me quickly, what's the story?

Who saw what and why and where

Let him give a full description

Let him answer to Javert

In this nest of whores and vipers

Let one speak who saw it all

Who laid hands on this good man here?

What's the substance of this brawl?

Javert, would you believe it?

I was crossing from the park

When this prostitute attacked me

You can see she left her mark

She will answer for her actions

When you make a full report

You may rest assured, monsieur

That she will answer to the court

There's a child who sorely needs me

Please monsieur, she's but that high

Holy God, is there no mercy?

If I go to jail, she'll die

I have heard such protestations

Every day for 20 years

Let's have no more explanations

Save your breath and save your tears

Honest work, just reward

That's the way to please the Lord

A moment of your time, Javert

I do believe this woman's tale

But monsieur mayor

You've done your duty, let her be

She needs a doctor, not a jail

But Monsieur mayor!

Can this be?

Where will she end

This child without a friend?

I've seen your face before

Show me some way to help you

How have you come to grief

In such a place as this?

Monsieur, don't mock me now, I pray

It's hard enough I've lost my pride

You let your foreman send me away

Yes, you were there, and turned aside

I never did no wrong

Is it true, what I've done?

My daughter's close to dying

To an innocent soul?

If there's a God above

Had I only known then

He'd let me die instead

In his name, my task has just begun

I will see it done

Monsieur mayor!

I will see it done

Monsieur mayor!

I will see it-