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Movie Date: November 25, 1925


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.

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