[1823, montreuil-sur-mer. outside the factory, owned by
the mayor, monsieur madeleine (valjean in disguise).]
The poor
at the end of the day youand're another day older
and thatand's all you can say for the life of the poor
itand's a struggle, itand's a war
and thereand's nothing that anyoneand's giving
one more day, standing about, what is it for?
one day less to be living.
at the end of the day youand're another day colder
and the shirt on your back doesnand't keep out the chill
and the righteous hurry past
they donand't hear the little ones crying
and the winder is coming on fast, ready to kill
one day nearer to dying!
at the end of the day thereand's another day dawning
and the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
like the waves crash on the sand
like a storm thatand'll break any second
thereand's a hunger in the land
thereand's a reckoning still to be reckoned
and thereand's gonna be hell to pay
at the end of the day!
[the foreman and workers, including fantine, emerge.]
Foreman
at the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
sitting flat on your butt doesnand't buy any bread
Workers
there are children back at home
and the children have got to be fed
and youand're lucky to be in a job
and in a bed!
and weand're counting our blessings!
Women
have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?
with his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
itand's because little fantine wonand't give him his way
take a look at his trousers, youand'll see where he stands!
and the boss, he never knows
that the foreman is always in heat
if fantine doesnand't look out
watch how she goes
sheand'll be out on the street!
Workers
at the end of the day itand's another day over
with enough in your pocket to last for a week
pay the landlord pay the shop
keep on grafting as long as youand're able
keep on grafting till you drop
or itand's back to the crumbs on the table
youand've got to pay your way
at the end of the day!
Girl
what have we here, little innocent sister?
come on fantine, letand's have all the news!
[she grabs the letter from fantine.]
andquot;dear fantine you must send us more money...
your child needs a doctor...
thereand's no time to lose!andquot;
Fantine
give that letter to me
it is none of your business
with a husband at home
and a bit on the side
is there anyone here
who can swear before god
she has nothing to fear?
she has nothing to hide?
[they fight over the letter. valjean rushes over to
break up the squabble.]
Valjean (as m. madeleine)
what is this fighting all about?
will someone tear these two apart?
this is a factory, not a circus!
now come on ladies, settle down
i run a business of repute
i am the mayor of this town
[to the foreman...]
I look to you to sort this out
and be as patient as you can---
[he goes back into the factory.]
Foreman
now someone say how this began!
Girl
at the end of the day sheand's the one who began it
thereand's a kid that sheand's hiding in some little town
thereand's a man she has to pay
you can guess how she picks up the extra
you can bet sheand's earning her keep sleeping around
and the boss wouldnand't like it!
Fantine
yes itand's true thereand's a child
and the child is my daughter
and her father abandoned us leaving us flat
now she lives with an innkeeper man and his wife
and i pay for the child
whatand's the matter with that??
Women
at the end of the day sheand'll be nothing but trouble
and thereand's trouble for all when thereand's trouble for one
while weand're earning our daily bread
sheand's the one with her hands in the butter
you must send the slut away
or weand're all gonna end in the gutter
and itand's us whoand'll have to pay
at the end of the day!
Foreman
i might have known the bitch 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
youand'd be the cause i had no doubt
of any trouble hereabout
you play a virgin in the light
but need no urginand' in the night.
Girl
sheand's been laughing at you
while sheand's having her men
Women
sheand'll be nothing but trouble again and again
Workers
you must sack her today
sack the girl today!
Foreman
right my girl!
on your way
