The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) - full transcript

In 15th century Paris, Clopin the puppeteer tells the story of Quasimodo, the misshapen but gentle-souled bell ringer of Notre Dame, who was nearly killed as a baby by Claude Frollo, the Minister of Justice. But Frollo was forced by the Archdeacon of Notre Dame to raise Quasimodo as his own. Now a young man, Quasimodo is hidden from the world by Frollo in the belltower of the cathedral. But during the Festival of Fools, Quasimodo, cheered on by his gargoyle friends Victor, Hugo, and Laverne, decides to take part in the festivities, where he meets the lovely gypsy girl Esmeralda and the handsome soldier Phoebus. The three of them find themselves ranged against Frollo's cruelty and his attempts to destroy the home of the gypsies, the Court of Miracles. And Quasimodo must desperately defend both Esmeralda and the very cathedral of Notre Dame.


Morning in Paris
The city awakes

To the bells of Notre Dame

The fisherman fishes
The baker man bakes

To the bells of Notre Dame

To the big bells as loud as the thunder

To the little bells soft as a psalm

And some say the soul
of the city's the toll

Of the bells

The bells of Notre Dame

Listen. They're beautiful, no?

So many colours of sound,
so many changing moods.

Because you know they don't
ring all by themselves.

-They don't?
-No, you silly boy.

Up there, high,
high in the dark bell tower,

lives the mysterious bell ringer.

-Who is this creature?

-What is he?

-How did he come to be there?


Clopin will tell you.

lt is a tale, a tale of a man...

And a monster.

Dark was the night
when our tale was begun

On the docks near Notre Dame

-Shut it up, will you?
-We'll be spotted!

Hush, little one.

Four frightened gypsies
slid silently under

The docks near Notre Dame

Four guilders
for safe passage into Paris.

A trap had been laid for the gypsies

And they gazed up in fear and alarm

At a figure whose clutches

Were iron as much as the bells

Judge Claude Frollo!

The bells of Notre Dame

Kyrie eleison

Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge
the world of vice and sin

Kyrie eleison

And he saw corruption

Everywhere except within

Bring these gypsy vermin
to the palace ofjustice.

You there! What are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt.
Take them from her.

She ran.

Dies irae
Dies irae

Dies illa
Dies illa

Solvet saeclum in favilla

Quantus tremor est futurus

Quando judex est venturus

Sanctuary! Please, give us sanctuary!

Quantus tremor est futurus

Dies irae

A baby?

A monster!

Solvet saeclum in favilla

Dies irae
Dies irae

"Stop!" cried the archdeacon.

This is an unholy demon.

l'm sending it back to hell,
where it belongs.

See, there, the innocent blood
you have spilt

On the steps of Notre Dame

l am guiltless. She ran. l pursued.

Now you would add this child's
blood to your guilt

On the steps of Notre Dame

My conscience is clear.

You can lie to yourself
and your minions

You can claim that you haven't a qualm

But you never can run from

Nor hide what you've done
from the eyes

The very eyes

Of Notre Dame

Kyrie eleison

And for one time in his life

Of power and control

Kyrie eleison

Frollo felt a twinge of fear
for his immortal soul

What must l do?

Care for the child
and raise it as your own.

What? l am to be saddled
with this misshapen...

Very well.

But let him live with you in your church.

Live here? Where?


Just so he's kept locked away
where no one else can see

The bell tower, perhaps.

And who knows? Our Lord works
in mysterious ways.

Even this foul creature
may yet prove one day to be

Of use to me

And Frollo gave the child a cruel name,

a name that means "half-formed."


Now here is a riddle to guess if you can

Sing the bells of Notre Dame

Who is the monster and who is the man

Sing the bells, bells
Bells, bells

Bells, bells
Bells, bells

Bells of Notre Dame

Good morning.

Will today be the day?
Are you ready to fly?

You sure? Good day to try.

Why, if l picked a day to fly,
this would be it.

The Festival of Fools.

lt will be fun with jugglers
and music and dancing.

Go on. Nobody wants
to be cooped up here forever.


l thought he'd never leave.
l'll be spittin' feathers for a week.

Well, that's what you get
for sleeping with your mouth open.

Go scare a nun.

Hey, Quasi, what's goin' on out there?
A fight? A flogging?

-A festival.
-You mean a Feast of Fools?

All right, all right!
Pour the wine and cut the cheese.

It is a treat to watch the colourful
pageantry of the simple peasant folk.

Boy, nothin' like balcony seats
for watching the ol' FOF.

Yeah, watchin'.

Look. A mime.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. What gives?

Aren't you
going to watch the festival with us?

-I don't get it.
-Perhaps he's sick.


If 20 years of listenin' to you two hasn't
made him sick by now, nothin' will.

Watching the Festival of Fools

has always been the highlight
of the year for Quasimodo.

What good is watchin' the party
if you never get to go?

Here, get away from me!
Go on, ya bunch of buzzards!

He's not made of stone, like us.

Quasi, what's wrong?
You want to tell ol' Laverne all about it?

I just don't feel
like watching the festival, that's all.

Well, did ya ever think
of goin' there instead?

Sure. But I'd never fit in out there.

I'm not normal.

Quasi, Quasi, Quasi.

Do ya mind?

I would like to have a moment
with the boy, if it's all right with you!

Hey, quit beatin' around the bell tower.

What do we gotta do, paint ya a fresco?

As your friends and guardians,
we insist you attend the festival.

-No, the pope. Of course, you!

It would be a veritable potpourri
of educational experience.

Wine, women and song.

You can learn to identify
various regional cheeses.

-Bobbin' for snails.
-Study indigenous folk music.

Playin' dunk the monk!

Quasi, take it from an old spectator.
Life's not a spectator sport.

Ifwatchin' is all you're gonna do,

then you're gonna watch
your life go by without ya.

Yeah, you're human, with the flesh
and the hair and the navel lint.

We're just part of the architecture.
Right, Victor?

Yet, if you kick us, will we not flake?

If you moisten us,
do we not grow moss?

Quasi, just grab a fresh tunic
and a clean pair of hose, and...

Thanks for the encouragement.
But you're all forgetting one big thing.


My master, Frollo.

Yeah. Oh, dear, yes.

Well, when he says you're forbidden
from ever leaving the bell tower,

does he mean "ever," ever?

Never ever.
And he hates the Feast of Fools.

-He'd be furious if I asked to go.
-Who says ya gotta ask?

-Oh, no.
-Ya sneak out.

-It's just one afternoon.
-I couldn't.

And ya sneak back in.

-He'll never know you were gone.
-And if I got caught?

Better to beg forgiveness
than ask permission.

He might see me.

You could wear a disguise.
Just this once.

What Frollo doesn't know can't hurt ya.

-Ignorance is bliss.
-Look who's talkin'.

Nobody wants to stay
cooped up here forever.

You're right. I'll go.

-I'll get cleaned up.
-Yes, sir!

-I'll stroll down those stairs.
-There ya go!

I'll march through the doors and...

Good morning, Quasimodo.

Good morning, Master.

Dear boy, whomever are you talking to?

My friends.

I see. And what are your
friends made of, Quasimodo?


-Can stone talk?
-No, it can't.

That's right. You're a smart lad.

Now, lunch.

Shall we review your alphabet today?

Yes, Master.
I would like that very much.

-Very well. "A"?




-Eternal damnation.

-Good. "F"?

-Excuse me?

-You said, "Festival."

You are thinking
about going to the festival.

It's just that you go every year.

I am a public official. I must go.

But I don't enjoy a moment.

Thieves and cutpurses,
the dregs of humankind,

all mixed together
in a shallow, drunken stupor.

I didn't mean to upset you, Master.

Quasimodo, can't you understand?

When your heartless mother
abandoned you as a child,

anyone else would have drowned you.

And this is my thanks for taking you in
and raising you as my son?

I'm sorry, sir.

My dear Quasimodo.

You don't know what it's like out there.

I do. I do.

The world is cruel

The world is wicked

lt's l alone whom you can
trust in this whole city

l am your only friend

l, who keep you, teach you
feed you, dress you

l, who look upon you without fear

How can l protect you, boy

Unless you always stay in here

Away in here

Remember what
I've taught you, Quasimodo.

-You are deformed
-l am deformed

-And you are ugly
-And l am ugly

And these are crimes
for which the world shows little pity

You do not comprehend

You are my one defender

Out there they'll
revile you as a monster

l am a monster

Out there they
will hate and scorn and jeer

Only a monster

Why invite their calumny
and consternation

Stay in here

-Be faithful to me
-l'm faithful

-Grateful to me
-l'm grateful

Do as l say


-And stay in here
-l'll stay in here

You are good to me, Master.

-I'm sorry.
-You are forgiven.

But, remember, Quasimodo,
this is your sanctuary.

My sanctuary.

Safe behind these windows
and these parapets of stone

Gazing at the people down below me

All my life, l watch them
as l hide up here alone

Hungry for the histories they show me

All my life l memorize their faces

Knowing them
as they will never know me

All my life, l wonder
how it feels to pass a day

Not above them

But part of them

And out there

Living in the sun

Give me one day out there

All l ask is one

To hold forever

Out there

Where they all live unaware

What l'd give

What l'd dare

Just to live

One day

Out there

Out there among the millers
and the weavers and their wives

Through the roofs and gables
l can see them

Every day they shout and scold
and go about their lives

Heedless of the gift it is to be them

lf l was in their skin

l'd treasure

Every instant

Out there

Strolling by the Seine

Taste the morning out there

Like ordinary men

Who freely walk about there

Just one day and then

l swear l'll be content

With my share

Won't resent
Won't despair

Old and bent
l won't care

l'll have spent
One day

Out there

You leave town for a couple of decades,
and they change everything.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm looking for
the palace ofjustice. Would you...

I guess not.

Stay away, child. They're gypsies.
They'll steal us blind.

All right, gypsy.

-Where'd ya get the money?
-For your information, I earned it.

-Gypsies don't earn money.
-They steal it.

You'd know a lot about stealing.

Troublemaker, eh?

Maybe a day in the stocks
will cool ya down.

Come back here, gypsy!

Achilles, sit.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

Naughty horse! Naughty!

He's just impossible.
Really, I can't take him anywhere.

Get this thing off me!

I'll teach you a lesson, peasant!

You were saying, Lieutenant?


At your service, sir!

I know you have a lot
on your mind right now,

but the palace ofjustice?

-Make way for the captain!
-Go on, make way!

Make way!

-Everybody out of the way!
-You, make way for the captain!

-Make way!
-Make way, now!

Come on, boy. Achilles, heel!


Ease up. Wait between lashes.

Otherwise the old sting
will dull him to the new.

Yes, sir.

So this is the gallant Captain Phoebus,
home from the wars.

Reporting for duty, as ordered, sir.

Your service record
precedes you, Phoebus.

I expect nothing but the best
from a war hero of your calibre.

And you shall have it, sir. I guarantee it.


You know, my last captain of the guard
was a bit of a disappointment to me.

Well, no matter.
I'm sure you'll whip my men into shape.

Thank you.
It's a tremendous honour, sir.

You've come to Paris
in her darkest hour, Captain.

It will take a firm hand
to save the weak-minded

-from being so easily misled.
-Misled, sir?

Look, Captain. Gypsies.

The gypsies live outside
the normal order.

Their heathen ways inflame
the people's lowest instincts.

And they must be stopped.

I was summoned from the wars

to capture fortune tellers
and palm readers?

The real war, Captain,
is what you see before you.

For 20 years, I have been
taking care of the gypsies,

one by one.

And yet, for all my success,
they have thrived.

I believe they have a safe haven
within the walls of this very city.

A nest, if you will.

They call it the court of miracles.

What are we going to do about it, sir?

You make your point quite vividly, sir.

You know, I like you, Captain. Shall we?

Duty calls.

Have you ever attended
a peasant festival, Captain?

Not recently, sir.

Then this should be
quite an education for you.

Come along.

Come, one

Come, all

Leave your looms and milking stools

Coop the hens and pen the mules

Come, one

Come, all

Close the churches and the schools

lt's the day for breaking rules

Come and join the Feast Of Fools

Once a year we throw
a party here in town

Once a year we turn
all Paris upside-down

Every man's a king
and every king's a clown

Once again it's topsy-turvy day

lt's the day the devil in us gets released

lt's the day we mock the prig
and shock the priest

Everything is topsy-turvy
at the Feast of Fools


-Everything is upsy-daisy

Everyone is acting crazy

Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet

That's the way on topsy-turvy day

Hey! Are you all right?

I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

Well, you're not hurt, are you?
Here, here, let's see.

-No, no! No!

See? No harm done.

Just try to be a little more careful.

I will.

By the way, great mask.

-Beat the drums and blow the trumpets


Join the bums
and thieves and strumpets

Streaming in from Chartres to Calais

Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
on the sixth of Januervy

All because it's topsy-turvy day

Come, one

Come, all

Hurry, hurry
Here's your chance

See the mystery and romance

Come, one
Come, all

See the finest girl in France

Make an entrance to entrance

Dance la Esmeralda


-Look at that disgusting display.
-Yes, sir.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the pièce de résistance!

Here it is
The moment you've been waiting for

Here it is
You know exactly what's in store

Now's the time we laugh
until our sides get sore

Now's the time
we crown the king of fools

You all remember last year's king

So make a face that's
horrible and frightening

Make a face that's gruesome
as a gargoyle's wing


For the face that's ugliest
will be the king of fools



-Ugly folks forget your shyness

You could soon be called
your highness

Put your foulest features on display

Be the king of topsy-turvy day

-That's no mask.
-It's his face!

He's hideous!

It's the bell ringer from Notre Dame!

Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic.

We asked for the ugliest face in Paris,
and here it is!

the hunchback of Notre Dame!


Once a year we throw a party

-Here in town
-Hail to the king

Once a year
we turn all Paris upside-down

What a king

Once a year
the ugliest will wear a crown

Girls, give a kiss.

We never had a king like this

And it's the day we do
the things that we deplore

On the other three hundred
and sixty-four

Once a year we love to drop in
where the beer is never stopping

For the chance to pop some popinjay

And pick a king who put the "top"

ln topsy-turvy

Mad-and-crazy upsy-daisy

Topsy-turvy day

Quasimodo! Quasimodo!

You think he's ugly now? Watch this.


Now that's ugly!

Hail to the king!

Bon appétit!

-Where are you goin', hunchback?
-The fun's just beginning.


Master, please, help me!

Sir, request permission
to stop this cruelty.

In a moment, Captain.
A lesson needs to be learned here.

Don't be afraid.

I'm sorry.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You! Gypsy girl!

Get down at once!

Yes, your honour.
Just as soon as I free this poor creature.

I forbid it!

How dare you defy me?

You mistreat this poor boy
the same way you mistreat my people.

You speak ofjustice, yet you are cruel
to those most in need of your help.


Mark my words, gypsy.
You will pay for this insolence.

Then it appears
we've crowned the wrong fool.

The only fool I see is you!

Captain Phoebus, arrest her.

Now, let's see.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine.

So there's ten of you and one of me.
What's a poor girl to do?


Oh, boys. Over here.

-There she is!
-Get her!

I'm free! I'm free!

Dang it.

What a woman.

Find her, Captain. I want her alive.

Yes, sir. Seal off the area, men.

Find the gypsy girl
and do not harm her.

I'm sorry, Master.
I will never disobey you again.

Stand back. Stand back.

Oh, he's hideous.

You, there, get away! Move on.


Easy, easy. I just shaved this morning.

-Oh, really? You missed a spot.
-All right, all right.

Just calm down.
Just give me a chance to apologize.

-For what?
-That, for example.

You sneaky son of a...

Watch it. You're in a church.

Are you always this charming,
or am I just lucky?

Candlelight, privacy, music.

Can't think of a better place
for hand-to-hand combat.

You fight almost as well as a man.

Funny, I was going to say
the same thing about you.

That's hitting a little below the belt,
don't you think?

No. This is.


-I didn't know you had a kid.
-Well, he doesn't take kindly to soldiers.

I noticed.

Permit me.

I'm Phoebus. It means "sun god."

-And you are?
-Is this an interrogation?

I believe it's called an introduction.

-You're not arresting me?
-Not as long as you're in here. I can't.

You're not at all like the other soldiers.

Thank you.

So, if you're not going to arrest me,
what do you want?

I'd settle for your name.


Much better than Phoebus, anyway.

Good work, Captain. Now arrest her.

Claim "sanctuary."

-Say it!
-You tricked me.

I'm waiting, Captain.

I'm sorry, sir. She claimed sanctuary.

There's nothing I can do.

Then drag her outside and...

Frollo, you will not touch her!
Don't worry.

Minister Frollo learned years ago
to respect the sanctity of the church.

All right, all right. I'm going.

You think you've outwitted me.

But I'm a patient man.

And gypsies don't do well
inside stone walls.

What are you doing?

I was just imagining a rope
around that beautiful neck.

I know what you were imagining.

Such a clever witch.

So typical of your kind to twist the truth.

To cloud the mind with unholy thoughts.

Well, no matter.

You've chosen a magnificent prison.

But it is a prison, nonetheless.

Set one foot outside, and you're mine.

Frollo's orders.
Post a guard at every door.

Don't worry, Djali.

If Frollo thinks he can keep us here,
he's wrong.

Don't act rashly, my child.

You created quite a stir at the festival.

It would be unwise to arouse
Frollo's anger further.

You saw what he did out there,
letting the crowd torture that poor boy.

I thought ifjust one person
could stand up to him, then...

What do they have against people
who are different, anyway?

You can't right
all the wrongs of this world by yourself.

No one out there is going to help,
that's for sure.

Well, perhaps there's
someone in here who can.

l don't know if You can hear me

Or if You're even there

l don't know if You would listen

To a gypsy's prayer

Yes, l know l'm just an outcast

l shouldn't speak to You

Still, l see your face and wonder

Were You once an outcast, too?

God help the outcasts

Hungry from birth

Show them the mercy

They don't find on earth

God help my people

We look to You still

God help the outcasts

Or nobody will

l ask for wealth

l ask for fame

l ask for glory

To shine on my name

l ask for love

l can possess

l ask for God and His angels

To bless me

l ask for nothing

l can get by

But l know so many

Less lucky than l

Please help my people

The poor and downtrod

l thought we all were

The children of God

God help the outcasts

Children of


You! Bell ringer!
What are you doing down here?

Haven't you caused
enough trouble already?


I want to talk to you.

Look, he's got a friend with him.

Yeah. Maybe today wasn't
a total loss after all.

-A vision of loveliness.
-The one in the dress ain't bad either.

-Way to go, Quasi!

-We knew you had it in ya.
-Got the girls chasin' ya already.

Actually, I...

You mustn't run too fast,
or she'll get away.

Yes, I know. That's what I...

Give her some slack, then reel her in.

Then give her some slack,
then reel her in.

-Then give her some slack...
-Knock it off, Hugo.

She's a girl, not a mackerel.

Here you are. I was afraid I'd lost you.

Yes. Well, I...

I have chores to do.
It was nice seeing you again.

No, wait!

I'm really sorry about this afternoon.
I had no idea who you were.

I would never in my life
have pulled you...

Up on the...


-What is this place?
-This is where I live.

Did you make all these things yourself?

Most of them.

This is beautiful.

If I could do this, you wouldn't find me
dancing in the streets for coins.

But you're a wonderful dancer.

It keeps bread on the table, anyway.
What's this?

No, please! I'm not finished.

I still have to paint them.

It's the blacksmith and the baker!

You're a surprising person, Quasimodo.

Not to mention lucky.
All this room to yourself.

Well, it's notjust me.

There's the gargoyles
and, of course, the bells.

-Would you like to see them?
-Yes, of course. Wouldn't we, Djali?

Follow me. I'll introduce you.

-I never knew there were so many.
-That's Little Sophia.

And Jeane-Marie,
Anne-Marie, Louise-Marie.

Triplets, you know.

-And who's this?
-Big Marie.


She likes you.
Would you like to see more?

How about it, Djali?

-We'd love to.

I've saved the best for last.

I bet the king himself
doesn't have a view like this.

-I could stay up here forever.
-You could, you know.

No, I couldn't.

-Oh, yes, you have sanctuary.
-But not freedom.

"Gypsies don't do well
inside stone walls."

But you're not like other gypsies.
They are evil.

-Who told you that?
-My master, Frollo.

He raised me.

How can such a cruel man have
raised someone like you?

Cruel? Oh, no.

He saved my life.
He took me in when no one else would.

-I am a monster, you know.
-He told you that?

Look at me.

-Give me your hand. Just let me see it.

A long lifeline.

And this one means you're shy.

-Well, that's funny.

-I don't see any...
-Any what?

Monster lines. Not a single one.

Now you look at me.
Do you think I'm evil?

No! No, no.
You are kind and good and...

And a gypsy. And maybe Frollo's wrong
about the both of us.

What did she say?

Frollo's nose is long,
and he wears a truss.

Told ya! Pay up.

-Oh, dear.

You helped me. Now I will help you.

But there's no way out.
There are soldiers at every door.

We won't use a door.

-You mean, climb down?

-You carry him. I carry you.

Come on, Djali.


-Don't be afraid.
-I'm not afraid.

-Now I'm afraid.
-The trick is not to look down.

You've done this before?


Wow, you're quite an acrobat.

Thank you.

-Check the alley!
-This way!

-I hope I didn't scare you.
-Not for an instant.

I'll never forget you, Esmeralda.

-Come with me.

To the court of miracles.
Leave this place.

Oh, no.

I'm never going back out there again.
You saw what happened today.

No. This is where I belong.

All right, then I'll come to see you.

-Here? But the soldiers and Frollo!
-I'll come after sunset.

But at sunset, I ring the evening mass,
and after that I clean the cloisters.

And then I ring the vespers, and...
Whatever is good for you.

If you ever need sanctuary,
this will show you the way.

-But how?
-Just remember.

When you wear this woven band,
you hold the city in your hand.

Hurry. You must go.

Check the alley.

Yes, sir. No one here, sir.

No one here, sir.

Check the street.

Hi, there.

I'm looking for the gypsy girl.
Have you seen her?

-Whoa, whoa! Easy!
-No soldiers! Sanctuary! Get out!

-Wait! All I want is to...

I mean her no harm.


You tell her for me,
I didn't mean to trap her here.

But it was the only way
I could save her life.

Will you tell her that? Will you?

If you go. Now.

I'll go.

Now, will you put me down, please?

And one more thing.

-Tell Esmeralda she's very lucky.

To have a friend like you.

Hey, there he is.

You ejected that tin-plated buffoon
with great panache.

The nerve of him, snoopin' around here,
tryin' to steal your girl.

-My girl?

Dark hair,
works with a goat, remember?

Boy, I do. Way to go, lover boy.

"Lover boy"? Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't be so modest.

Look, I appreciate
what you're all trying to do.

But let's not fool ourselves.
"Ugliest face in all Paris," remember?

I don't think I'm her type.

So many times out there
l've watched a happy pair

Of lovers walking in the night

They had a kind of glow around them

lt almost looked like heaven's light

l knew l'd never know

That warm and loving glow

Though l might wish with all my might

No face as hideous as my face

Was ever meant for heaven's light

But suddenly an angel has
smiled at me

And kissed my cheek
without a trace of fright

l dare to dream that she

Might even care for me

And as l ring these bells tonight

My cold dark tower seems so bright

l swear it must be heaven's light

Confiteor Deo


Beatae Mariae

Semper Virgini

Beato Michaeli archangelo

Sanctis apostolis



Beata Maria

You know l am a righteous man

-Of my virtue l am justly proud
-Et tibit Pater

Beata Maria

You know l'm so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak
licentious crowd

Quia peccavi nimis

Then tell me, Maria

Why l see her dancing there

Why her smouldering eyes
still scorch my soul


l feel her, l see her

The sun caught in her raven hair

ls blazing in me out of all control

Verbo et opere

Like fire


This fire in my skin

This burning desire

ls turning me to sin

-lt's not my fault
-Mea culpa

-l'm not to blame
-Mea culpa

lt is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame

Mea maxima culpa

-lt's not my fault if in God's plan
-Mea culpa

Mea Culpa

He made the devil so much
stronger than a man

Protect me, Maria

Don't let this siren cast her spell

Don't let her fire
sear my flesh and bone

Destroy Esmeralda

And let her taste the fires of hell

Or else let her be mine and mine alone

Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.

-She's nowhere in the cathedral.

-She's gone.
-But how? Never mind.

Get out, you idiot. I'll find her.

I'll find her if I have to
burn down all of Paris.

Dark fire

Now, gypsy
lt's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

Be mine or you will burn

-Kyrie eleison
-God have mercy on her

-Kyrie eleison
-God have mercy on me

-Kyrie eleison
-But she will be mine

Or she




Good morning, sir.

-Are you feeling all right?
-I had a little trouble with the fireplace.

-I see. Your orders, sir?
-Find the gypsy girl.

Ten pieces of silver
for the gypsy, Esmeralda.

Lock them up.

Twenty pieces of silver
for the gypsy, Esmeralda.

Take them away!

-Poor miller.
-He's never harmed anyone!

Frollo's gone mad.

We found this gypsy talisman
on your property.

Have you been harbouring gypsies?

Our home is always open
to the weary traveller.

Have mercy, my lord.

I am placing you and your family
under house arrest

until I get to the bottom of this.

Ifwhat you say is true
and you are innocent,

then you have nothing to fear.

But we are innocent. I assure you,
we know nothing of these gypsies.

-Burn it.

Until it smoulders.

These people are traitors
and must be made examples of.

With all due respect, sir, I was
not trained to murder the innocent.

But you were trained to follow orders.

Insolent coward.

The sentence
for insubordination is death.

Such a pity.
You threw away a promising career.

Consider it my highest honour, sir.

Get him! And don't hit my horse!

Don't waste your arrows.
Let the traitor rot in his watery grave.

Find the girl.

If you have to burn the city
to the ground, so be it.

Kyrie eleison

Sir, we've looked everywhere
and still no sign of the gypsy girl.

I had the entire cathedral surrounded.

Guards at every door. There was
no way she could have escaped.


It doesn't look good.

-It's hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
-You're tellin' me.

I'm losin' to a bird!

But that poor gypsy girl.
I'm beginning to fear the worst.

I know. But now don't you say
anything to upset Quasimodo.

He's worried enough already.

Yeah, you're right. We better lighten up.

-Here he comes.
-Nowjust stay calm.

-Not a word.
-Easy does it.

-Any sign of her?

It's a lost cause!
She could be anywhere!

In the stocks,
in the dungeon, on the rack!

-Nice work, Victor.
-No, he's right. What are we gonna do?

What are you guys talkin' about?

If I know Esmeralda,

she's three steps ahead of Frollo
and well out of harm's way.

Do you really think so?

Hey, when things cool off,
she'll be back. You'll see.

-What makes you so sure?
-Because she likes ya.

We always said you were the cute one.

I thought I was the cute one.

No, you're the fat, stupid one
with the big mouth!

What are you sayin', exactly?

Take it from us, Quasi.
You got nothin' to worry about.

Yeah. You're irresistible.

Knights in shining armour
certainly aren't her type.

And those guys are a dime a dozen.

But you, you're one of a kind. Look.

Paris, the city of lovers
is glowing this evening

True, that's because it's on fire

But still there's l'amour

Somewhere out there in the night

Her heart is also alight

And l know the guy
she just might be burning for

A guy like you

She's never known, kid

A guy like you

A girl does not meet every day

You've got a look

That's all your own, kid
Could there be two?

Like you?
No way

Those other guys

That she could dangle

All look the same from every
boring point of view

You're a surprise

From every angle

Mon Dieu above
She's gotta love a guy like you

A guy like you

Gets extra credit

Because it's true you've got
a certain something more

You're aces, kid.

You see that face
Ya don't forget it

Want something new

That's you.

For sure

We all have gaped at some Adonis

But then we crave a meal
more nourishing to chew

And since you're shaped

Like a croissant is

No question of
she's gotta love a guy like you

Call me a hopeless romantic

But Quasi
l feel it

She wants you so

Any moment she'll walk
through that door


A guy so swell

A guy like you with all you bring her

A fool could tell it's why she fell

For you-know-who

You'll ring the bell

You're the bell ringer

When she wants ooh-la-la
And she wants you-la-la

She will discover, guy

You're one heck of a guy

Who wouldn't love a guy

Like You

-You got a lot
-The rest have not

She's gotta love a guy like you




Esmeralda, you're all right!
I knew you'd come back!

You've done so much
for me already, my friend.

But I must ask your help one more time.

Yes, anything.

This is Phoebus.
He's wounded and a fugitive like me.

He can't go on much longer.
I knew he'd be safe here.

Please, can you hide him?

This way.


You'll hide here
until you're strong enough to move.

Great. I could use a drink.


Feels like a 1470 burgundy.
Not a good year.

That family owes you their lives.

You're either the single bravest soldier
I've ever seen or the craziest.

Ex-soldier, remember?

Why is it, whenever we meet,
I end up bleeding?

You're lucky.

That arrow almost pierced your heart.

I'm not so sure it didn't.

l knew l'd never know
that warm and loving glow

Though l might wish with all my might

No face as hideous as my face

Was ever meant for heaven's light

Frollo's coming. You must leave.

Quick, follow me.
Go down the south tower steps.

Be careful, my friend. Promise
you won't let anything happen to him.

-I promise.
-Thank you.

Quick, we gotta stash the stiff.

Master, I didn't think you'd be coming.

I am never too busy to share
a meal with you, dear boy.

I brought a little treat.

Is there something troubling you,

-But there is.

I know there is.

I think you're hiding something.

No, Master. I... There's no...

You're not eating, boy.

It's very good. Thank you.


What's different in here?

Nothing. Sir.

Isn't this one new?

It's awfully good.
It looks very much like the gypsy girl.

I know you helped her escape!

And now all Paris is burning
because of you!

She was kind to me, Master.

You idiot!
That wasn't kindness. It was cunning!

She's a gypsy!
Gypsies are not capable of real love!

Think, boy. Think of your mother.

But what chance could
a poor, misshapen child like you

have against her heathen treachery?

Well, never you mind, Quasimodo.

She'll be out of our lives soon enough.

I will free you from her evil spell.

She will torment you no longer.

What do you mean?

I know where her hideout is.

And tomorrow at dawn, I attack

with 1 ,000 men.

We have to find the court
of miracles before daybreak.

If Frollo gets there first...
Are you coming with me?

-I can't.
-I thought you were Esmeralda's friend.

Frollo is my master.
I can't disobey him again.

She stood up for you. You've got
a funny way of showing gratitude.

Well, I'm not going to sit by and
watch Frollo massacre innocent people.

You do what you think is right.

What? What am I supposed to do?

Go out there and rescue
the girl from the jaws of death,

and the whole town will cheer
like I'm some kind of a hero?

She already has her knight
in shining armour, and it's not me.

Frollo was right.
Frollo was right about everything.

I'm tired of trying to be
something that I'm not.

I must be out of my mind.


-I'm coming with you!
-Glad you changed your mind.

I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for her.

You know where she is?

No, but she said
that this will help us find her.

Good, good, good. Great.

What is it?

I'm not sure.
It must be some sort of code.

Maybe it's Arabic. No, no. It's not
Arabic. Maybe it's ancient Greek.

"When you wear this woven band,
you hold the city in your hand."

-It's the city.

-What are you talking about?
-It's a map.

See, here's the cathedral and the river,
and this little stone must be...

-I've never seen a map that looks like...
-I've lived in the tower for 20 years.

And I think I know what
the city looks like from above.

-This is it.
-This is not it.

All right. Okay.
If you say it's a map, fine. It's a map.

But ifwe're going to find Esmeralda,
we have to work together.


Well, okay.


No, you're not.

This looks like the symbol on the map.

But what does it mean?

I'm not sure.

I can make out an inscription,

but it's going to
take a few minutes to translate it.

Yes, well.
Or we could just go down those stairs.

Is this the court of miracles?

Offhand, I'd say it's
the court of ankle-deep sewage.

Must be the old catacombs.

Cheerful place.

Kinda makes ya wish
ya got out more often, eh, Quasi?

Not me. I just want to warn Esmeralda

and get back to the bell tower
before I get in more trouble.

Speaking of trouble, we should
have run into some by now.

-What do you mean?
-You know. A guard. A booby trap.

Or an ambush.

Well, well, well. What have we here?


-We're not spies.
-You've got to listen...

Don't interrupt me.

You're very clever
to have found our hideaway.

Unfortunately, you won't
live to tell the tale.

Maybe you've heard of a terrible place

Where the scoundrels of Paris
collect in a lair

Maybe you've heard of that mythical
place called the court of miracles

Hello, you're there.

Where the lame can walk

And the blind can see

But the dead don't talk

So you won't be around
to reveal what you found

We have a method
for spies and intruders

Rather like hornets
protecting their hive

Here in the court of miracles
where it's a miracle if you get out alive

Gather around, everybody.
There's "good noose" tonight.

It's a doubleheader.
A couple of Frollo's spies.

And notjust any spies.

His captain of the guard
and his loyal, bell-ringing henchman.

Justice is swift in the court of miracles

l am the lawyers and judge all in one

We like to get the trial over with quickly

Because it's the sentence
that's really the fun

Any last words?

That's what they all say.

-Now that we've seen all the evidence
-Wait, l object

-I object.


We find you totally innocent

Which is the worst crime of all

So you're going to hang


These men aren't spies.
They're our friends.

-Why didn't they say so?
-We did say so.

This is the soldier
who saved the miller's family.

And Quasimodo helped me
escape the cathedral.

We came to warn you. Frollo's coming!

He says he knows where you're hiding,

and he's attacking at dawn
with 1 ,000 men.

Then let's waste no time.
We must leave immediately.

You took a terrible risk coming here.

It may not exactly show,
but we're grateful.

Don't thank me. Thank Quasimodo.

Without his help,
I would never have found my way here.

Nor would I.

After 20 years of searching,

the court of miracles is mine at last.

Dear Quasimodo.

I always knew
you would someday be of use to me.

-What are you talking about?

-Why, he led me right to you, my dear.
-You're a liar.

And look what else
I've caught in my net.

Captain Phoebus, back from the dead.

Another "miracle," no doubt.

I shall remedy that.

There'll be a little bonfire
in the square tomorrow.

And you're all invited to attend.

Lock them up.

No, please, Master!

No, no.

Take him back to the bell tower.
And make sure he stays there.

The prisoner, Esmeralda, has been
found guilty of the crime ofwitchcraft.

The sentence...


The time has come, gypsy.
You stand upon the brink of the abyss.

Yet even now it is not too late.

I can save you from the flames
of this world and the next.

Choose me. Or the fire.

The gypsy, Esmeralda,
has refused to recant.

This evil witch has put the soul
of every citizen in Paris

in awful jeopardy.

Come on, Quasi. Snap out of it!

-Your friends are down there.
-It's all my fault.

You gotta break these chains.

I can't. I tried.
What difference would it make?

-But you can't let Frollo win!
-He already has.

So you're givin' up? That's it?

These chains aren't what's
holding you back, Quasimodo.

Leave me alone.

Okay. Okay, Quasi.
We'll leave ya alone.

After all, we're only made out of stone.

We just thought maybe
you were made of somethin' stronger.

Forjustice, for Paris,

and for her own salvation,

it is my sacred duty
to send this unholy demon

back where she belongs.





Seize the cathedral.

Don't worry. You'll be safe here.


Come back, you cowards!

You, men, pick up that beam.
Break down the door.

Alone at last.

Citizens of Paris!

Frollo has persecuted our people,
ransacked our city!

Now he has declared war
on Notre Dame herself!

Will we allow it?

I think the cavalry is here.

Hey, isn't that...



Sorry. Sorry.


I'm free! I'm free!

Dang it!

Ready, aim, fire!

Are you sure that's how it works?

Works for me.

Achilles, sit.

Get off me!

Fly, my pretties! Fly, fly!

Put your backs into it!

Frollo, have you gone mad?

I will not tolerate
this assault on the house of God!

Silence, you old fool!

The hunchback and I
have unfinished business to attend to.

And this time you will not interfere.

We've done it, Esmeralda!
We've beaten them back!

Come and see.

Esmeralda, wake up.

You're safe now.



You killed her.

It was my duty, horrible as it was.
I hope you will forgive me.

There, there, Quasimodo.
I know it hurts.

But now the time has come
to end your suffering...


Now, now, listen to me, Quasimodo.

No, you listen!

All my life, you have told me
the world is a dark, cruel place.

But now I see that the only thing dark
and cruel about it is people like you.



She lives.


Leaving so soon?

Look, up there!

Hang on!

I should have known you'd risk your life
to save that gypsy witch,

just as your own mother
died trying to save you.


Now I'm going to do
what I should have done 20 years ago!

Hold on.

And he shall smite the wicked
and plunge them into the fiery pit!

Quasimodo! Quasi!


Three cheers for Quasimodo!

So here is a riddle to guess if you can

Sing the bells of Notre Dame

What makes a monster
and what makes a man

Sing the bells, bells
Bells, bells

Whatever their pitch

You can feel them bewitch you
The rich and the ritual knells

Of the bells

Of Notre


Don't you ever migrate?

Good night, everybody!