(Jacques is out looking for Enjolras.)

(Jacques sees Éponine.)

Jacques: Excuse me, mademoiselle?

Éponine: Oh... um, yes?

Jacques: Have you seen a fellow in a red vest?

Éponine: No, no I haven't. Have you seen a pretty murderer in fine clothes with a flower tucked into his buttonhole?

Jacques: 'Fraid not.

Éponine: Oh. Well, I'll just wait for him, I suppose.

Jacques: Don't you know there's a firing squad running around, gunning folks down?

Éponine: I wasn't aware.

Jacques: Here, come back with me. There's a whole group of us who've survived.

Éponine: Well, alright.

(They find Gavroche and the child, who is still asleep and, surprisingly, unharmed.)

Jacques: Okay then, I suppose we'll just wait for my wife to come back. I do hope she's found Enjolras.

(Valjean enters with said revolutionary.)

Valjean: I've found the brat.

Gavroche: And you didn't kill him?

Valjean: Not yet. I thought I should bring you the news.

Jacques: What news?

Enjolras: Excuse me... kill me? What?

Valjean: You've killed my daughter.

Enjolras: What?

Valjean: But, baker, I thought you should know...

Jacques: Know what?

Valjean: Your wife.

Jacques: Claire? What about her? Is she coming?

Valjean: I doubt it. She's dead.

Jacques: What? Claire... is dead? (suddenly turning on Enjolras) It's your fault the National Guard has gone insane and my wife is dead!

Enjolras: But... but it isn't my fault! You persuaded me to give away my vest, and I wasn't thinking clearly!

Jacques: Wait a minute! That stupid vest isn't that great! It it's not worth the lives of two people!

Valjean: Three, counting the Authoress.

Jacques: Anyway, who told you to try and blow up the government anyway?

Éponine: (to Enjolras) So it's your fault!

Enjolras: No!

Éponine: Yes it is!

Enjolras: But I only shot the government to free oppressed citizens like you!

Jacques: So it's your fault!

Gavroche: No! It's about the vest!

Jacques: Wait! You could have kept your vest, but my house was cursed! The old man made us get your vest to have the curse lifted!

Valjean: (highly annoyed) It's your mother's fault that there was a curse in the first place! Angering devil-worshipping gypsies, please!

Enjolras: So it's her fault!

Jacques: No!

Éponine: Yes it is, it's hers! I guess...

Jacques: Wait a minute... You fought the government once, right? That's clear. They didn't mind so much, did they? Why the sudden outburst when they did nothing about the first attack?

Enjolras: Oh yeah! The boy dared me to steal a gun!

Gavroche: What?

Enjolras: Yeah, it's your fault!

Gavroche: No!

Enjolras: Yes it is!

Jacques: No, it's yours!

(A confusing argument ensues.)

Valjean: Okay! EVERYONE SHUT UP!

(Everyone shuts up.)

Valjean: You people are ridiculous! Who cares about the blame? The point is... you're all gonna die! It's the end of the world! It's the last midnight! You'll all be shot, and I'll laugh! Laugh, I say! I'll be laughing! But not from here... no, no, it's not safe here! I... I'll... GOODBYE!

(He jumps off a bridge and drowns in the River Seine. For real, this time. No Bob and Bill to pull him out, cos they've been shot.)

Jacques: What in the world was that?