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Phantom Of The Opera Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Phantom Of The Opera Script

Paris, 1919. Public Auction Today Sold. Your number sir? Thank you. Lot 663 then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau. Showing here. Do I have ten francs? Five then, Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight.? Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Monsieur Lefevre. Thank you very much Lot : a wooden pistol and three human skulls, from the production of 'Robert le Diable' by Meyerbeer. Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten still. Fifteen, thank you. Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your number sir? Lot ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order, ladies and gentlemen. Showing here. May I commence at fifteen francs? Fifteen, thank you. Yes, twenty from you, sir, thank you very much. Madame Giry, twenty-five, thank you, Madame Twenty-five I am bid. Do I hear thirty? Thirty. And thirty-five? Selling at thirty francs, then. Thirty once, thirty twice. Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you sir. A collector's piece indeed... every detail exactly as she said... Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead... Lot then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera:a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts of it for the new electric light Perhaps we can frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen Paris "Opera Populaire "La Carlotta" This trophy from our saviours, From our saviours From the enslaving force of Rome! Madame With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation! Vicomte, welcome The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to our step on the ground! Hear the drums Hannibal comes! Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp. Gentlemen, gentlemen. Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'. M. Lefevre, I am rehearsing. M. Reyer, Mme. Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please, if I can have your attention, thank you As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you that these were all true, and it is my pleasure to introduce to you the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M. Richard Firmin and M. Gilles Andre. I'm sure you've read that recent fortune in the junk business scrap metal, actually He must be rich And we're deeply honored to introduce our new patron, the Vicomte de Chagny It's Raoul, before my father died,? to see I guess you could say we were childhood sweethearts He called me Little Lotte Christine, he's so handsome My parents and I are honored to support all the arts Especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire Gentlemen, Signora Carlitta Guidicelli our leading soprano for five seasons now. Bravo! Bravo! Signor Ubaldo Piangi. An honour, Signor. I believe I'm keeping you for your rehearsal I will be here this evening to share your great triumph My apologies, monsieur Thank you, M. Le Vicomte, once more if you please, Signor He love me, he love me He wouldn't recognize me He didn't see you If you please, monsieur We take a particular pride in the excellence of our ballets, monsieur I see why, especially that little blonde angel My daughter, Meg Giry And that exceptional beauty, no relation I trust Christine Daae, promising talent M. Firmin, very promising Daae, you say? No relation to the famous Swedish violinist? His only child, orphaned at seven when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories. An orphan, you said? I think of her as a daughter also Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side Hannibals friends! Oh no, not on my dress, why? The trumpeting elephants sound - hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark to their step on the ground - hear the drums! Hannibal comes! Ah Daae, all that they want is your dancing Vicomte is very excited about tonight's gala He's excited by dancing girls as your new managers Because I will not be singing Goodbye, everyone Now it's finished Get my doggie, bring my doggie. Bye bye What do we do? - Grovel, grovel, grovel - Right See you later, because I'm going out It is finished Principessa. Bella diva - Si si - Goddess of song Mr. Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elisa in Act Three of 'Hannibal'? Yes, yes, yes. Ma no! Because I have not my costume for act because somebody not finish it! And I hate my hat! I wonder, Signora, as a personal favour if you would oblige us with a private rendition Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects... No. Aspetta, aspetta. If my managers command... M. Reyer? if My diva commands? Yes, I do Everybody be quite Monsieur Lefevre, why exactly are you retiring? My house I see You as well Signora? Maestro. Think of me, think of me, fondly When we've said goodbye Remember me once in a while Please promise me you'll try When you find that once again You long to take your heart... Signora! He's here:the Phantom of the Opera... Signora! Are you all right? Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on there? Please, monsieur,don't look at me: as God's my judge,I was not at my post. Please, monsieur, there's no one there: Or if there is, well then, it must be a ghost... Signora, these things do happen. For the past years, these things do happen And did you stop them from happening? No! And you too, you are as bad as them, these things do happen Until you stop these things from happening This thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy, and my boxy Amateurs! Now you see. Byebye I'm leaving Gentlemen. Good luck. If you need me, I should be in Australia. Signora Guidicelli, she will be coming back, won't she? You think so, monsieur? I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost. God in heaven, you're all obsessed! He welcomes you to his opera house His opera house? And commands that you continue to? leave Box Five empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due. His salary? Monsieur Lefevre used to give him twenty thousand francs a month. Twenty thousand francs? Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron. Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Vicomte was to join us at the gala But obviously we shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star. There should be a understudy Understudy? There is no understudy for La Calatta A full house, Andre, we shall have to refund a full house. Christine Daae could sing it, sir. The chorus girl? Don't be silly She's been taking lessons from a great teacher. Who? I don't know his name, monsieur Let her sing for you, monsieur. She has been well taught. Alright, come on, don't be shy, come on, come on Just, just... - From the beginning of the aria, mademoiselle Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves. She's very pretty Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try. When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free if you ever find a moment spare a thought for me... We never said our love was evergreen, Or as unchanging as the sea But if you can still remember, Stop and think of me... Think of all the things We've shared and seen - Don't think about the ways things might have been... Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind Recall those days, look back on all those times Thinks of the things, we'll never do There will never be a day when I won't think of you Can it be? Can it be Christine? Bravo! Long ago, it seem so long ago, How young and innocent we were She may not remember me, but I remember her Flower fade, the fruit of summer fade They have the season so do we But please promise me that sometimes You will think of me! Bravo Ma musica, splendide "Gustave Daae" Bravo, bravo, bravissimi Christine, Christine Where in the world have you been hiding Really, you were perfect I only wish I knew your secret Who is your great tutor Meg When your mother brought me here to live Whenever I come down here alone To light a candle for my father A voice from above And in my dreams He was always there You see, when my father lay dying He told me I will be protected by an angel An angel of music Christine, do you believe? Do you think the spirit of your father tutored you? who... who Father once spoke of an angel I used to dream he'd appear Now as I sing, I can sense him And I know he's here Here in this room he calls me softly Somewhere inside hiding Somehow I know he's always with me He, the unseen genius Christine, you must have been dreaming Stories like this can't come true Christine, you are talking in riddles And it's not like you Angle of Music Guide and guardian Grant to me your glory Who is this angel This... Angle of Music Hide no longer Secret and strange and joy He's with me, even now Your hands are cold All around you Your face, Christine, is white It frightens me Don't be frightened No, no You did very well, my dear He's pleased with you Ah, Vicomte, I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daae Perhaps we can present her to you, dear Vicomte Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind, this is one visitor I should prefer to make unaccompanied. Thank you It would appear they've met before Yes Little Lotte let her mind wander Little Lottie thought: Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins of shoes Raoul or of riddles of frocks Those picnics in the attic or of chocolates Father playing the violin As we read to each other dark stories of the North No - what I love best, Lottie said, is when I'm asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!' The Angel of Music sings songs in my head!' Oh, you're so like an angel tonight Father said, 'When I'm in heaven, child I will send the Angel of Music to you'. Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music. Oh, no doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper! No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict. Well, I shan't keep you up late! Raoul, no You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes - Little Lottie. No, Raoul, wait! Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph! Angel! I hear you! Speak, I listen... stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me... enter at last, Master! Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside! Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel I am your Angel of Music Come to me: Angel of Music Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? I am your Angel of Music Christine, Christine Come to me: Angel of Music In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again for now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And though you turn from me to glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear It's me they hear... Your/My spirit and your/my voice in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind He's there, the Phantom of the Opera Sing, my Angel of Music Sing, my Angel Sing for me Sing, my Angel Sing for me I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music music You have come here, for one purpose, and one alone Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing, for my music... my music... Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defences Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night... Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes,let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before Softly, deftly, music shall caress you Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness that you know you cannot fight the darkness of the music of the night. Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the power of the music that I write The power of the music of the night You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night Christine Like yellow parchment is his skin... A great black hole served as the nose that never grew... You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso! Those who speak of what they know Find, too late, that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue Keep your hand at the level of your eyes I remember there was mist swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man Who was that shape in the shadows Whose is the face in the mask? Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you... Curse you... Stranger than you dreamt it Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... Christine... Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcass, who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... Oh, Christine... Come we must return Those two fools Who run my theatre Will be missing you. "Mystery after gala night," It says, "Mystery of soprano's flight!" "Mystified all the papers say, we are mystified - we suspect foul play!" Bad news on soprano scene - First Carlotta, now Christine! Still, at least the seats get sold Gossip's worth its weight in gold... What a way to run a business! Spare me these unending trials! Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers! Opera! To hell with Gluck and Handel Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hint! Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable! Andre, please don't shout... It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity! But we have no cast... Andre, have you seen the queue? Oh, it seems you've got one too "Dear Andre, what a charming gala! Christine was in the world's sublime! We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left - On that note the diva is a disaster must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime! "Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost, by return of post P.T.O.: No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are obeyed!" Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain! These are both signed "O.G."... Who the hell is he? Opera ghost! It's nothing short of shocking He's mucking our position! In addition he wants money What a funny aberration to expect a large retainer! Nothing plainer -he is clearly quite insane! Where is she? You mean Carlotta? I mean Miss Daae -where is she? Well, how should we know? I want an answer - I take it that you sent me this note What's all this nonsense? Of course not! Don't look at us! She's not with you, then? Of course not! We're in the dark... Monsieur, don't argue - Isn't this the letter you wrote? And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote? Written! "Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again. " If you didn't write it, who did? Where is he? Ah, welcome back! Your precious patron - where is he? What is it now? I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent! And did you send it? Of course not! As if he would! You didn't send it? Of course not! What's going on? You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent?! And what is it that I'm meant to have sent? "Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune, should you attempt to take her place. " Far too many notes for my taste - and most of them about Christine! All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name... Miss Daae has returned I hope no words for as far as we're concerned Where precisely is she now? I thought it best that she was alone... She needed rest May I see her? No, monsieur, she will see no-one. Will she sing? Here, I have a note... Let me see it! Please! "Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall give you one last chance..." Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta as the Pageboy, and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent - which makes my casting, in a word, ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. "I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G." Christine! It's all a ploy to help Christine! Whatever next...? It's all about a ploy to help Christine This is insane... I know who sent this:The Vicomte - her lover! Indeed? Can you believe this? Signora! O traditori!This is a joke! This changes nothing! O mentitori! Signora! You are our star! And always will be! Signora... The man is mad! We don't take orders! Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy - the silent role... Carlotta will be playing the lead! It's useless trying to appease me! You're only saying this to please me! Signori, e vero? Non, non, non voglio udire! Lasciatemi morire! O padre mio! Dio! Who scorn his word, beware to those... You have reviled me! The angel sees, the angel knows You have rebuked me! Signora, pardon us...? You have replaced me! Please, Signora, we beseech you... This hour shall see your darkest fears... Signora, sing for us! Don't be a martyr What new surprises lie in store? Our star...! Would you please give this to Miss Daae? Miss Daae Your public needs you! We need you, too! Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue? Signora, no! The world wants you! Prima donna first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you! Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Think of how they all adore you! Prima donna, enchant us once again! Think of your muse... And of the queues round the theatre! Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more! Christine spoke of an angel... Prima donna, your song shall live again! - Think of your public! - You took a snub, but there's a public who needs you! - She has heard the voice of the angel of music... - Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel! Think of their cry of undying support! We get our opera She gets her limelight! Leading ladies are a trial! Prima donna, your song shall never die! You'll sing again, and to unending ovation! - Orders! Warnings!Lunatic demands! - Tears... oaths... lunatic demands are regular occurrences! Think how you'll shine in that final encore! Surely there'll be further scenes worse than this! Think, before these demands are rejected! Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl, who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love's duet! Although he may deny, he must have been with her! You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera! Prima donna the world is at your feet! A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated! Light up the stage with that age old rapport! Sing, prima donna, once more! Oh, go go They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame! His Lordship, sure, would die of shock His Lordship is a laughing-stock! Should he suspect her, God protect her! Shame! Shame! Shame! This faithless lady's bound for HADES! Shame! Shame! Shame! Serafimo - your disguise is perfect. Who can this be? Gentle wife, admit your loving husband. That's exactly something the public loves My love - I am called to England on affairs of State, and must leave you with your new maid. Though I'd happily take the maid with me. The old fool is leaving! That's the Countess de Cherbourg She's invited us to her salon, you know Nothing like that will endorse our junk business Scrap metal Serafimo - away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence! Poor fool, he makes me laugh! Haha,Haha... Time I tried to get a better better half! Poor fool, he doesn't know! Hoho, Hoho... If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go! Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty? He's here: the Phantom of the Opera... It's him Your part is silent, little toad! A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad... Serafimo, away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my... Poor fool, he makes me laugh - Hahahahaha!? Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize, the performance will continue in ten minutes' time... ...when the role of the Countess will be played by Miss Daae. Until then, we will crave your indulgence for a few moments Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera. what? Maestro, the ballet, bring, please The ballet The ballet, now, please One moment, thank you Thank you You're fired Are you alright? Raoul, we're not safe here Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats. Do not panic. It was an accident... simply an accident Why have you brought us here? Don't take me back there! We must return! He'll kill me! His eyes will find me there! Christine, don't say that... Those eyes that burn! Don't even think it... And if he has to kill a thousand men - Forget this waking nightmare... The Phantom of the Opera will kill... This phantom is a fable... Believe me... ... and kill again! There is no Phantom of the Opera... My God, who is this man... ...who hunts to kill...? ...this mask of death...? I can't escape from him... Whose is this voice you hear... ...I never will! ...with every breath...? And in this labyrinth, where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is here: inside your/my mind... There is no Phantom of the Opera... Raoul, I've been there - to his world of unending night... To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness... Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face in that darkness... darkness... But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound... In that night there was music in my mind... And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before... What you heard was a dream and nothing more... Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world... Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore... Christine... Christine... Christine... No more talk of darkness, Forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you - my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you... Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime... Say you need me with you now and always... Promise me that all you say is true that's all I ask of you... Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. You're safe: No one will find you your fears are far behind you... All I want is freedom, a world with no more night... and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me... Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... let me lead you from your solitude... Say you need me with you here, beside you... anywhere you go, let me go too Christine, that's all I ask of you... Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... say the word and I will follow you... Share each day with me, each night, each morning... Say you love me... You know I do... Love me - that's all I ask of you... Anywhere you go let me go too... Love me - that's all I ask of you... I must go They'll wonder where I am Come with me, Raoul Christine, I love you Order your fine horses! Be with them at the door! And soon you'll be beside me! You'll guard me, and you'll guide me... I gave you my music... made your song take wing... and now how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me... He was bound to love you when he heard you sing... Christine... Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... say the word and I will follow you... Share each day with me, each night, each morning... You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you...! "Bal Masque" M'sieur Andre? M'sieur Firmin? Dear Andre, what a splendid party! The prologue to a bright new year! Quite a night! I'm impressed! Well, one does one's best... Here's to us! The toast for the city What a pity that 'Phantom' can't be here. Masquerade! Paper faces on parade... Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade.. Masquerade! Look around - there's another mask behind you! Flash of mauve.. Splash of puce... Fool and king... Ghoul and goose... Green and black... Queen and priest... Trace and rouge... Face of beast... Faces... Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round... in an inhuman race... Eye of gold... Thigh of blue... True is false... Who is who...? Crul of lip... Swirl of gown... Ace of hearts... Face of clown... Faces... Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light... in the sound... But who can name the face... Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds... Masquerade! Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you! Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads... Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you! Masquerade! Seething shadows, breathing lies... Masquerade! You can fool any friend who ever knew you! Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes... Masquerade! Run and hide - but a face will still pursue you! What a night! What a crowd! Makes you glad! Makes you proud! All the creme de la creme! Watching us watching them! And all our fears are in the past! Six months... Of relief! Of delight! Of Elysian peace! And we can breathe at last! No more notes! No more ghosts! Here's a health! Here's a toast: to a prosperous year! To the new chandelier! to the hear And may its splendour never fade! Six months! What a joy! What a change! What a blessed release! And what a masquerade! Think of it! A secret engagement! Look - your future bride! Just think of it! But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me No, Raoul, please don't do this Well, let them see It's an engagement, not a crime! Christine, What are you afraid of? Let's not argue... Let's not argue... Please pretend... I can only hope I'll... You will... ...understand in time... Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade! Masquerade! Look around - There's another mask behind you! Masquerade! Burning glances turning heads... Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you! Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds... Masquerade! Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you! Why so silent, good messieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good messieurs? I have written you an opera! Here I bring the finished score "Don Juan Triumphant"! Fondest greetings to you all! A few instructions just before rehearsal starts: Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick of strutting round the stage. Our Don Juan must lose some weight - it's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age. And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts. As for our star, Miss Christine Daae... No doubt she'll do her best - it's true her voice is good. She knows, though, should she wish to excel she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me Her teacher, her teacher... Your chains are still mine You belong to me Madame Giry. Madame Giry... Please, Monsieur, I know no more than anyone else. That's not true. Monsieur, don't ask, there have been too many accidents Accidents? Please, Madame Giry, for all our sakes... Very well. It was years ago. There was a travelling fair in the city. Gypsies I was very young, studying to be a ballerina One of many Living in the dormitory of the opera house Come, come, come inside Come and see the devil's child ? the devil's child Devil's child Murder, murder Which way? ...way I have hidden him from the world and its cruelty is He has known nothing else of life since then Except this opera house It was his playground and now his artistic domain He's a genius, he's an architect and designer He's a composer and a magician A genius, monsieur But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness Monsieur Ou vas tu, mademoiselle? The cemetery To my father's grave, please Where have they gone? Oh, the cemetery In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her... Her father promised her You were once my one companion... you were all that mattered... You were once a friend and father - then my world was shattered... Wishing you were somehow here again... wishing you were somehow near... Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here... Wishing I could hear your voice again... knowing that I never would... Dreaming of you won't help me to do, all that you dreamed I could! Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental. Seem, for you, the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle. Too many years fighting back tears, why can't the past just die! Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye! Try to forgive, teach me to live! Give me the strength to try! No more memories, no more silent tears! No more gazing across the wasted years! Help me say goodbye... help me say goodbye! Wandering child, So lost, so helpless Yearning for my guidance Angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it there, staring? Have you forgotten your Angel? Angel, oh, speak What endless longings Echo in this whisper Too long you've wandered in winter Far from my fathering gaze Wildly my mind beats against you You resist Yet your/the soul obeys... Angel of Music! You denied me/I denied you Turning from true beauty Angel of Music! Do not shun me/My protector Come to me/your strange Angel... I am your Angel of Music... Come to me; Angel of Music No, Christine, wait! Wait! Raoul! Whatever you believe, this man - this thing - is not your father! No, Raoul, no Not like this Now, let it be war upon you both! We have all been blind And yet the answer is staring us in the face This could be the chance To ensnare our clever friend We're listening... Go on. We shall play his game Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace For if Miss Daae sings He is certain to attend We are certain the doors are barred We are certain the police are there We are certain they're armed The curtain falls His reign will end! Raoul, I'm frightened... Don't make me do this Raoul, it scares me, Don't put me through this ordeal by fire. He'll take me, I know We'll be parted forever... He won't let me go. What I once used to dream, I now dread. If he finds me, it won't ever end. And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head... He'll always be there, singing songs in my head... You said yourself, He was nothing but a man... Yet while he lives, He will haunt us 'til we're dead. Twisted every way What answer can I give? Am I to risk my life To win the chance to live? Can I betray the man Who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought He murders all that's good I know I can't refuse... And yet, I wish I could Oh God, if I agree What horrors wait for me In this, the Phantom's opera Christine, Christine Don't think that I don't care But every hope, and every prayer rests on you now Seal my fate tonight I hate to have to cut the fun short But the joke's wearing thin Let the audience in Let my opera begin! "Don Juan" Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the meal and serve the maid Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again! Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan. Your young guest believes I'm you - I, the master, you, the man When you met you wore my cloak, she cannot see your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine... You come home! I use your voice - slam the door like crack of doom! I shall say: "come - hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!" Poor thing hasn't got a chance! Here's my hat, my cloak and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh... No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love! Master? Passarino - go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey... You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent... I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided... Past the point of no return - no backward glances: Our games of make-believe are at an end Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend... What raging fire shall flood the soul What rich desire unlocks its door What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return The final threshold What warm unspoken secrets Will we learn beyond the point of no return? You have brought me To that moment when words run dry To that moment when speech disappears Into silence Silence. I have come here, Hardly knowing the reason why In my mind I've already imagined Our bodies entwining Defenseless and silent, Now I am here with you No second thoughts I've decided Decided. Past the point of no return No going back now Our passion-play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong One final question How long should we two wait before we're one? When will the blood begin to race The sleeping bud burst into bloom When will the flames at last consume us? Past the point of no return The final threshold The bridge is crossed So stand and watch it burn We've passed the point of no return. Say you'll share with me One love, one lifetime Lead me, save me from my solitude Say you'll want me With you here Beside you Anywhere you go Let me go too Christine that's all I ask of... Go! Oh,? You left before me Oh my God We'll run, Andre, run Where did he take her? Come with me, monsieur I will take you to him But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes I'll go with you No, Meg, you must stay here Come with me, monsieur No! Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair Down we plunge to the prison of my mind Down that path into darkness, deep as hell Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin but the wickedness of my abhorrent face Track down this murderer He must be found Track down this murderer He must be found Hounded out by everyone Met with hatred everywhere No kind words from anyone No compassion anywhere Christine Why, why...? Your hand at the level of your eyes This is as far as I dare go Thank you Have you gorged yourself at last in your lust for blood? Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh? That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood Has also denied me the joys of the flesh... This face, the infection which poisons our love... This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing Pity comes too late Turn around and face your fate An eternity of this before your eyes This haunted face holds no horror for me now It's in your soul that the true distortion lies Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest Sir! - Raoul! This is indeed an unparalleled delight I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true You have truly made my night! Let me go! Free her Do what you like, only free her Have you no pity? Your lover makes a passionate plea Please, Raoul, it's useless I love her Does that mean nothing? I love her Show some compassion The world showed no compassion to me! Christine... Let me see her Be my guest, sir... Monsieur, I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay for the sins which are yours? Order your fine horses now Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes Nothing can save you now, except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice, This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate Christine, forgive me, please forgive me I did it all for you, and all for nothing... Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend We had such hopes, and now those hopes are shattered Too late for turning back, Too late for prayers and useless pity Say you love him, and my life is over! All hope of cries for help, No point in fighting For either way you choose, You cannot win Either way you choose, he has to win So do you end your days with me Or do you send him to his grave? Why make her lie to you to save me? Angel of Music... Past the point of no return... Christine say no! Who deserved this? Don't throw your life away for my sake! The final threshold... His life is now the prize which you must earn! Why do you curse mercy? I fought so hard to free you... Angel of Music... you deceived me You've passed the point of no return! I gave you my mind blindly You try my patience, Make your choice! Pitiful creature of darkness, What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, You are not alone... Track down this murderer, he must be found! Take her, forget me, Forget all of this... Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground! Leave me alone - forget all you've seen... Go now - don't let them find you! Take the boat, swear to me, never to tell The secret you know, of the angel in hell! Go now - go now and leave me! Masquerade Paper faces on parade... Masquerade Hide your face so the world will never find you... Christine, I love you... Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime Say the word and I will follow you... Share each day with me, each night, each morning... You alone, can make my song take flight It's over now, the music of the night "Countess de Chagny Beloved wife and mother" "Chrisine - " Child of the wilderness Born into emptiness Learn to be lonely Learn to find your way in darkness Who will be there for you Comfort and care for you Learn to be lonely Learn to be your one companion Never dreamed out in the world There are arms to hold you? You've always known Your heart was on its own So laugh in your loneliness Child of the wilderness Learn to be lonely Learn how to love life that is lived alone Learn to be lonely Life can be lived Life can be loved Alone. Special help by SergeiK