Jean Valjean: Brevet, Lombard, Bertin. Look at me. You recognize me? I recognize you, Brevet. You were an informer in Toulon, I see you're still a snitch.

Brevet: Valjean?

Jean Valjean: Hello, Brevet.

[turns to Lombard]

Jean Valjean: And you, Lombard, don't look at my fancy clothes, don't look at my scraped chin. Look at my eyes. You called yourself Godless, right? You've got a scar on your left shoulder. I gave it to you the night you tried to kill me, remember? When I pinned you over the stove.

Lombard: It is you...

Jean Valjean: Show the court your scar.

[Lombard bares his shoulder revealing the scar]

Jean Valjean: Bertin, the hollow of your left arm, there's a date tatooed, 1789, the year of the revolution. Show them!

[Bertin rolls up his sleave to reveal the tattoo]

Jean Valjean: I know these men, Monsieur le President, and they know me. I am the man you want. I am Jean Valjean.