Javert’s Suicide Terrence Mann

[JAVERT walks the deserted streets until he comes to a bridge over the river Seine.]

[JAVERT]
Who is this man?
What sort of devil is he?
To have me caught in a trap
And choose to let me go free?
It was his hour at last
To put a seal on my fate
Wipe out the past
And wash me clean off the slate
All it would take was a flick of his knife
Vengeance was his and he gave me back my life

Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief
Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase
I am the law and the law is not mocked!
I'll spit his pity right back in his face
There is nothing on earth that we share
It is either Valjean or Javert

How can I now allow this man
To hold dominion over me?
This desperate man whom I have hunted
He gave me my life, he gave me freedom
I should have perished by his hand
It was his right
It was my right to die as well
Instead I live, but live in hell