The Phantom of the Opera (2004) - full transcript

Sold. Your number, sir?
Thank you.

Lot 663 then,
ladies and gentlemen.

A poster from this house's production
of Hannibal by Chalumeau.

Showing here.

Do I have ten francs?

Five, then. Five I'm bid.

Six, seven.
Against you, sir, seven. Eight?

Eight once. Selling twice.

Sold to Monsieur Deferre.

Thank you very much, sir.

Lot 664, a wooden pistol
and three human skulls...



from the 1831 production
of Robert le Diable by Meyerbeer.

Ten francs for this.
Ten, thank you. Ten still.

15, thank you. Fifteen I'm bid.

Going at 15.

Your number, sir?

Lot 665, 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 theater...

still in working order,
ladies and gentlemen.

Showing here.

May I commence at 15 francs?

Fifteen, thank you.

Yes, 20 from you, sir.
Thank you very much.



Madame Giry, 25.
Thank you, madam.

Twenty-five, I am bid.
Do I hear 30?

Thirty. And 35?

Selling at 30 francs, then.
30 once, 30 twice.

Sold for 30 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 666, 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're 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?

From our saviors

From our saviors

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!

The trumpets of Carthage resound!

Hear, Romans, now and tremble!

Hark to our step on the ground!

Hear the drums, Hannibal comes!

You make my dress to long.

Sad to return to find
the land we love

Threatened once more
by Roma's far reaching grasp.

Gentlemen.

Rehearsals as you can see
are underway...

for a new production
of Chalumeau's Hannibal.

Monsieur Lefevre,
I am rehearsing!

Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry,
ladies and gentlemen...

please, if I could have
your attention, thank you.

As you know, there have been
rumors of my imminent retirement.

I can now tell you
that these were all true..

And it is my pleasure to introduce
you to the two gentlemen...

who now own the Opera Populaire.

Monsieur Richard Firmin
and Monsieur Gilles Andre.

I'm sure you've read of their recent
fortune amassed in the junk business.

Scrap metal, actually.

They must be rich.

And we are deeply honored
to introduce our new patron...

The Vicomte de Chagny.

It's such a coup for us, my dear.

It's Raoul.

Before my father died
at the house by the sea...

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.

Vicomte, gentlemen,
Signora Carlotta Giudicelli...

our leading soprano
for five seasons now.

Brava!

Signor Ubaldo Piangi.

An honor, signor.

I believe I'm keeping
you from your rehearsal.

I will be here this evening
to share your great triumph.

- My apologies, monsieur.
- Thank you, Monsieur La 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 particular pride in the
excellence of our ballet, 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, Monsieur Firmin.

Very promising.

Daae, did you say?

No relation to the famous
Swedish violinist?

His only child.
Orphaned at seven...

when she came to live and train
in the ballet dormitories.

An orphan, you say?

I think of her as a daughter also.

Gentlemen, if you would kindly
stand to one side.

Hannibal's friends!

Not on my dress!

The trumpeting elephants sound

Hear, Romans, now and tremble!

Hark to their step on the ground

Hear the drums!

Hannibal comes!

All day!
All they want is the dancing!

The Vicomte is very excited
about tonight's gala.

Allora. Allora.

I hope he is as excited
by dancing girls...

as your new managers,
because I will not be singing!

It's finito. Finished.
Get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye.

- What do we do?
- Grovel.

See you later, I'm going now.
It is finished.

Great beauty.

Princess. Beautiful diva.

Goddess of song.

Monsieur Reyer...

isn't there a marvelous aria
for Elissa in Act 3 of Hannibal?

- Perhaps the signora...
- Yes. But, no!

Because I have not my costume for Act 3
because somebody not finish it!

And I hate my hat!

But, I wonder, signora,
as a personal favor...

if you would oblige us
with a private rendition?

Unless, of course,
Monsieur Reyer objects.

If my managers command.

- Monsieur Reyer?
- If my diva commands.

Yes, I do.

Everybody very quiet.

Monsieur Lefevre,
why exactly are you retiring?

- My health.
- 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 back
and be free

Signora!

He's here.
The Phantom of the Opera.

Signora, are you all right?

Buquet! For God's sake, man,
what's going on up there?

Please, monsieur,
don't look at me.

As God's my judge,
I wasn't 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 three years,
these things do happen.

And did you stop them
from happening? No.

And you two,
you are as bad as him.

"These things do happen?"

Until you stop these things
from happening...

this thing does not happen!

Amateurs.

Now you see.
Bye-bye, I'm really leaving.

Gentlemen, good luck.

If you need me,
I shall be in Australia.

Signora Giudicelli,
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 5 empty...

for his use.

And reminds you
that his salary is due.

His salary?

Monsieur Lefevre used to give him
20, 000 francs a month.

20, 000 francs?

Perhaps you can afford more,
with the Vicomte as your patron?

Madam, I had hoped to make
that announcement public tonight...

when the Vicomte
was to join us for the gala.

But, obviously,
we shall now have to cancel...

as it appears we have lost our star.

But surely there must be
an understudy?

There is no understudy
for La Carlotta.

A full house, Andre.

We shall have to refund
a full house.

Christine Daae could sing it, sir.

What, a chorus girl?
Don't be silly.

She has 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.

All right.

Come on, don't be shy.

Come on. Come along. Just...

From the beginning of the aria then,
please, 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 way

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

Think 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 seems so long ago

How young and innocent we were

She may not remember me

But I remember her

Flowers fade,
the fruits of summer fade

They have their seasons, so do we

But please promise me that sometimes

You will think

of me

Brava!

Magnifica!

Stupenda!

Brava

Brava, bravissima

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'd 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 would be protected
by an angel.

An angel of music.

Christine, do you believe?

Do you think the spirit
of your father is coaching you?

Who else, Meg?

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 calis 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're talking in riddles

And it's not like you

Angel of Music, guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory

Who is this angel?

This Angel of Music, hide no longer

Secret and strange angel

He's with me even now

Your hands are cold

All around me

Your face, Christine, it's white

It frightens me

Don't be frightened

No!

No!

You did very well, my dear.

He is pleased with you.

Ah Vicomte.

I think we've made quite a discovery
with Miss Daae.

Perhaps we could present her to you,
dear Vicomte?

Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind...

this is one visit I should prefer
to make unaccompanied.

Thank you.

- It would appear they've met before.
- Yes.

"Little Lotte let her mind wander."

"Little Lotte thought."

"Am I fonder of dolls,
or of goblins, or shoes?"

Raoul.

"Or of riddles, or 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," Lotte 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

You sang 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.

No doubt of it.

- And now we 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 Lotte.

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

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 spirit and my voice
- My spirit and your voice

In one combined

The Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside 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 defenses

Slowly, gently

Night unfurls its splendor

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

Savor 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 in his skin.

A great black hole serves
as the nose that never grew.

You must be always on your guard.

Or he will catch you
with his magical lasso.

Oh, my!

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 hell

But secretly

yearns for heaven secretly

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, secretly

Oh, Christine

Come, we must return.

Those two fools who run my theater
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 hit!

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?

It seems you've got one too

"Dear Andre, what a charming gala"

"Christine was, in a word, sublime"

"We were hardly bereft
when Carlotta left"

"On that note,
the diva's 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 is mocking our position

- In addition he wants money
- What a funny apparition

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,
then who did?

- Where is he?
- 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 worse for wear,
as far as we 're concerned

Where precisely is she now?

I thought it best 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 amiable nature..."

"detailing how my theater
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

Calis 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 5...

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
- Whatever next?

- It's all 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!

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

Appease her

You're only saying this
to please me!

I will not listen.

You thus insult the honor
of your prima donna?

Padre mio! Dio!

Who scorn his word, beware to those

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

Where did she go?

Signora, sing for us
Don't be a martyr

What new surprises lie in store?

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 theater!

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!

She has heard
the voice of the 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

Orders! Warnings!

Lunatic demands
are regular occurrences

Think how you'll shine
in that final encore

Surely there 'll be further scenes
worse than this

I must see 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 demur,
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!
- For, if his curse is on the 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!

Go on, 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 be suspect her
God protect her!

Shame! Shame! Shame!

This faithless lady's
bound for Hades

Shame! Shame! Shame!

Serafimo, your disguise is perfect

Why, who can this be?

Gentle wife,
admit your loving husband

That's exactly the sort of thing
the public loves.

My love, I am called to England
on affairs of state

And must leave you
with your new maid

Though I would happily
take the maid with me.

The old fool is leaving.

It's the Countess de Charbourg!

She's invited us
to her salon, you know.

Nothing like that ever happened
to us in the 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

Time I tried to get
a better better half

Poor fool, he doesn't know

If he knew the truth,
he 'd never ever go

Did I not instruct
that Box 5 was to be kept empty?

He's here,
the Phantom of the Opera.

It's him.

Your part is silent,
little toad.

A toad, madam?

Perhaps it is you who are the toad.

Why you spray on my chin
all the time?

Serafimo, away with this pretence

You cannot speak,
but kiss me in my...

Gentlemen, please.

Poor fool, he makes me laugh

She's lost her voice.

Mother!

Bring the curtain in, please,
will you?

Get off.

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.

Thank you.

Go, hurry up.

Until then, we would crave
your indulgence for a few moments.

Meanwhile, we'd like
to give you the ballet...

- from Act 3 of tonight's opera.
- What?

Maestro, the ballet.
Bring it forward, please.

- The ballet.
- The ballet, now, please!

Page one. No, page 192.

Thank you.

You're fired.

- Are you all right?
- Raoul, we're not safe here.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please remain in your seats.

Do not panic.
It's simply an accident.

An accident.

- Why have you brought me here?
- We can't go back there

- We must return
- He'll kill you!

- His eyes will find us there
- Christine, don't say that

- Those eyes that burn
- Don't even think it

If he has to kill a thousand men

Forget this waking nightmare

- The Phantom of the Opera will kill
- The Phantom is a fable

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 my mind

There is no Phantom of the Opera

Raoul, I've been there

To his world of unending night

To a world where 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

- Monsieur Andre.
- Monsieur 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 of all the city

What a pity that the 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 of 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?

Curl 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

- Three months of relief!
- Of delight!

Of Elysian peace

- And we can breathe at last
- No more notes

- No more ghost
- Here's to health

- Here's a toast to a prosperous year
- To our friends who are here

And may our splendor never fade

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.
They'll see.

Well then 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

- You will understand in time
- I'll 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.

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 of 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 dormitories
of the opera house.

See the wonder from the East.

Come. Come. Come inside.

Come and see the devil's child.

Devil's child.

Murderer.

Which way?

That way.

He's getting away.

I hid him from the world
and its cruelties

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.
- Where to, mademoiselle?

The cemetery.

To my father's grave, please.

Where have they gone?

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 I 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 soul obeys
- Yet the soul obeys

- Angel of Music, you denied me
- Angel of Music, I denied you

Turning from true beauty

- Angel of Music, do not shun me
- Angel of Music, do not shatter

Come to 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

Till 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

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!

Passirino, 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 could not have seen 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?" "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

Passirino

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 defenses

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 want me with you
here beside you

Anywhere you go let me go too

Christine

That's all I ask of

Oh, my God, no. Piangi, my love!

Mi amore!

Oh, my God!

We're ruined, Andre. Ruined.

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 come with you.

No, Meg, no. You must stay here.

Come with me, monsieur.
Do as I say.

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!

Hounded out by everyone
Met with hatred everywhere

No kind words from anyone
No compassion anywhere

Christine

Why?

Why?

Keep 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
- Farewell, my fallen idol...

and false friend

Too late for turning back

Too late for prayers
and useless pity

- Say you love him
- All hope of cries for help

And my life is over

No point in fighting

- For either way you choose
- Either way you choose

- You cannot win
- 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?

- Past the point of no return
- Angel of Music

Christine, say no

Don't throw your life
away for my sake

His life is now the prize
which you must earn

I fought so hard to free you

- You've passed the point of no Return
- Angel of Music

You deceived me

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

Take her, forget me.
Forget all of this.

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 secrets you know
of the angel in hell.

The Phantom of the Opera
is there deep down below

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

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 dream that 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