[The crowd parts to reveal that the cart has crashed, trapping M. Fauchelevant.] Voices yelling Valjean: Is there anyone here Who will rescue the man? Voices: Don't go near him, Mr. Mayor The load is heavy as hell The old man's a goner for sure It'll k** you as well. [Valjean attempts to lift the cart. They manage to pull Fauchelevant clear.] Fauchelevant: M'sieur le Mayor, You come from God, you are a saint. Thank you, sir [Javert takes Valjean aside.] Javert: 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... Forgive me, Sir, I would not dare! Valjean: Say what you must, don't leave it there. Javert: I have only known one other Who can do what you have done He's a convict from the chain gang He's been ten years on the run But he couldn't run forever We have found his hideaway And he's just been re-arrested And he comes to court today. Of course he now denies it... You'd expect this of a con But he couldn't run forever, No, not even Jean Valjean! Valjean: You say this man denies it all And gives no sign of understanding or repentance? You say this man is going to trial And that's he's sure to be returned To serve his sentence? Come to that, can you be sure, That I am not your man? Javert: I have known the thief for ages Tracked him down through thick and thin And to make the matter certain There's the brand upon his skin He will bend, he will break This time there is no mistake. [Javert leaves, Valjean is alone.]