Wolverine vs. Gladiator in: Les Miserables Page #3

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or we're all going

to end in the gutter

And it's us who'll have to pay

At the end of the day!

I might have known

the b*tch could bite

I might have known

the cat had claws

I might have guessed

your little secret

Ah, yes, the virtuous Fantine

who keeps herself

so pure and clean

You'd be the cause,

I had no doubt

of any trouble hereabout

You play a virgin

in the light

But need no urging

in the night

WOMAN :
She's been

laughing at you while

she's having her men!

WOMEN:
She'll be nothing

but trouble again and again!

You must sack her today!

Sack the girl today!

Right, my girl

On your way

Monsieur le Mayor!

Monsieur le Mayor!

Monsieur le Mayor!

Monsieur le Mayor!

Monsieur le Mayor!

Please!

Please, monsieur!

I have a child!

Monsieur!

(COINS CLINKING)

Please! Please.

(SOBBING)

(SIGHS)

Welcome, Inspector.

Monsieur le Mayor.

(SINGING) Please

know me as Javert

I'm here at your command

With honor due to each

And justice in our hand

No man's beyond our reach

Let all beware

Welcome, sir

Come guard our laws

I'm sure we're here

In common cause

You've done the city proud

You're praised

by those on high

Your success

has earned a force

The best that Paris

can supply

Your people thrive

The dignity of toil

To stay alive

It seems to me

we may have met

Your face is not a face

I would forget

FOREMAN :
Monsieur Madeleine!

Pardon.

Monsieur le Mayor!

(MEN GRUNTING)

Monsieur le Mayor!

The weight,

it's crushing him!

Stay still, stay still.

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(MAN CRIES OUT)

Hold, hold, hold!

Hold that steady.

Hold it steady!

(GRUNTING)

That's it. That's it.

(CART SLAMS)

(MEN PANTING)

(SINGING) Can this be true?

I don't believe what I see

A man your age

To be as strong as you are

A memory stirs

You make me think of a man

From years ago

A man who broke his parole

He disappeared

Say what you must

Don't leave it there

Forgive me, sir

I would not dare

(SHIP'S BELL TOLLING)

(GREETINGIN FRENCH)

How much for this?

It's my daughter's.

I'll give you

four francs for that.

Four? It's worth 10!

(CHUCKLING) No.

(SINGING) I smell women

Smell 'em in the air

Think I'll drop my anchor

In that harbor over there

Five?

(SINGING) Lovely lady

I'll love you till I'm broke

Seven months at sea

and now I'm hungry for a poke!

Even stokers

need a little stoke!

PROSTITUTES:
Lovely ladies

Waiting for a bite!

Waiting for the customers

Who only come at night

Lovely ladies

Ready for the call

Standing up or lying down

Or any way at all

Bargain prices

up against the wall!

What pretty hair!

What pretty locks

you've got there!

What luck you've got

It's worth a centime,

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