The docks. Sailors, whores and their customers, pimps, etc. Fantine wanders in.
I smell women
Smell ’em in the air
Think I’ll drop my anchor
In that harbor over there
Smell ’em through the smoke
Seven days at sea
Can make you hungry for a poke
Even stokers need a little stoke!
Waiting for a bite
Waiting for the customers
Who only come at night
Ready for the call
Standing up or lying down
Or any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall
Come here, my dear
Let’s see this trinket you wear
Madame, I’ll sell it to you…
I’ll give you four
That wouldn’t pay for the chain!
I’ll give you five. You’re far too eager to sell. It’s up to you.
It’s all I have
That’s not my fault
Please make it ten
No more than five
My dear, we all must stay alive!
Waiting in the dark
Ready for a thick one
Or a quick one in the park
Long time short time
Any time, my dear
Cost a little extra if you want to take all year!
Quick and cheap is underneath the pier!
What pretty hair!
What pretty locks you got there
What luck you got. It’s worth a centime, my dear
I’ll take the lot
Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!
Let’s make a price.
I’ll give you all of ten francs,
Just think of that!
It pays a debt
Just think of that
What can I do? It pays a debt.
Ten francs may save my poor Cosette!
Fastest on the street
Wasn’t there three minutes
She was back up on her feet
What yer waiting for?
Doesn’t take a lot of savvy
Just to be a whore
Come on, lady
What’s a lady for?
Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short.
Give me the dirt, who’s that bit over there?
A bit of skirt. She’s the one sold her hair.
She’s got a kid. Sends her all that she can
I might have known
There is always some man
Lovely lady, come along and join us!
Come on dearie, why all the fuss?
You’re no grander than the rest of us
Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap
Join your sisters
Make money in your sleep!
（Fantine goes off with one of the sailors.）
That’s right dearie, let him have the lot
That’s right dearie, show him what you’ve got!
Old men, young men, take ’em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See them with their trousers off they’re never quite as grand
All it takes is money in your hand!
Going for a song
Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long
Come on, Captain,
You can wear your shoes
Don’t it make a change
To have a girl who can’t refuse
Lying on a bed
Just as well they never see
The hate that’s in your head
Don’t they know they’re making love
To one already dead!