The Phantom of the Opera

The Phantom:
Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

The Phantom:
Flattering child you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror… I am there inside!

The Phantom:
Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.

The Phantom:
Too long you've wandered in winter far from my fathering gaze.

The Phantom:
Angel of Music, you denied me, turning from true beauty. Angel of Music, do not shun me. Come to your strange Angel.

The Phantom:
Now, let it be war upon you both!

The Phantom:
You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!

The Phantom:
This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing...

The Phantom:
The world showed no compassion to me!

The Phantom:
You alone can make my song take flight. It's over now, the music of the night!

The Phantom:
Start a new life with me! Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me and you'll send your lover to his death! This is the choice. This is the point of no return!

The Phantom:
You try my patience. Make your choice.

The Phantom:
So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?

The Phantom:
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?

The Phantom:
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...

The Phantom:
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!

The Phantom:
Stranger than you dreamed it, can you even dare to look or bear to think of me?

The Phantom:
Pity comes too late! Turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this before your eyes...

The Phantom:
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!

The Phantom:
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!

The Phantom:
Hounded out by everyone. Met with hatred everywhere. No kind words from anyone, no compassion anywhere... Christine! Why? Why!

The Phantom:
His life is now the prize which you must earn.

The Phantom:
Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity...!

The Phantom:
Take him, forget me, forget all of this... Leave me alone. Forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you.

The Phantom:
Christine, I love you...

The Phantom:
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...

The Phantom:
I gave you my music... Made your song take wing... and now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me...

The Phantom:
Sing once again with me our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet.

The Phantom:
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.

The Phantom:
Sing, my angel of music!

The Phantom:
I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music...

The Phantom:
That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh.

The Phantom:
Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.

The Phantom:
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.

The Phantom:
Why so silent, good messieurs? Did you think that I have left you for good?

The Phantom:
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which 'til now has been silent, silent...

The Phantom:
Take the boat, swear to me never to tell the secret you know of the angel in hell.

The Phantom:
Perhaps it is you who are the toad.

The Phantom:
Our Don Juan must lose some weight. It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age.

The Phantom:
Either way you choose, you cannot win.

The Phantom:
Close your eyes start a journey through a strange new world

The Phantom:
But as the outcast hears shamed into solitude shunned by the multitude.

The Phantom:
I'ts over now, the music of the night!

Christine Daaé:
Think of me..think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while please promise me you'll try.

Christine Daaé:
We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea if you ever find a moment stop and think of me.

Christine Daaé:
Father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream he'd appear.

Christine Daaé:
Angel I hear you speak, I listen, stay by my side-guide me.

Christine Daaé:
The phantom of the opera is here, inside my mind.

Christine Daaé:
He's there, the phantom of the opera

Christine Daaé:
I remember there was mist...

Christine Daaé:
But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In the night there was music in my mind, and through music my soul began, to soar. And I heard as I never heard before.

Christine Daaé:
Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world, those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore.

Christine Daaé:
All I want is freedom a world with no more night

Christine Daaé:
Passing bells and sculpted angels...cold and monumental. Seem for you the wrong companions-you were warm and gentle

Christine Daaé:
Angel of music, I denied you, turning from true beauty!

Christine Daaé:
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 Daaé:
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy, no dreams within her heart but dreams of love

Christine Daaé:
In my mind I have already imagined our bodies entwining, defenceless and silent...

Christine Daaé:
When will the flames at last consume us?

Christine Daaé:
This haunted face, holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

Christine Daaé:
Farewell my fallen idol and false friend

Christine Daaé:
Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you. You are not alone!

Christine Daaé:
Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?

Christine Daaé:
Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me. Enter at last, Master.

Christine Daaé:
I gave you my mind blindly...

Christine Daaé:
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

Christine Daaé:
Angel of music, you deceived me...

Christine Daaé:
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood? Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?

Christine Daaé:
The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

Christine Daaé:
My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!

Christine Daaé:
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.

Christine Daaé:
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear.

Christine Daaé:
Your spirit and my voice in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is here inside my mind.

Raoul De Chagny:
Can it be? Can it be Christine?

Raoul De Chagny:
Little Lotte thought 'Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, or shoes...'

Raoul De Chagny:
Whose is that voice? Who is that in there?

Raoul De Chagny:
Christine spoke of an angel

Raoul De Chagny:
There is no phantom of the opera

Raoul De Chagny:
No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears...

Raoul De Chagny:
Love me, that's all I ask of you

Raoul De Chagny:
Clearly Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness

Raoul De Chagny:
Christine! Whatever you may believe, this man, this thing is not your father!

Raoul De Chagny:
We have all been blind and yet the answer has been staring us in the face

Raoul De Chagny:
Christine, Christine don't think that i don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now

Raoul De Chagny:
Christine forgive me please forgive me, i did it all for you and all for nothing

Raoul De Chagny:
Either way you choose he has to win

Raoul De Chagny:
Why make her lie to you to save me?

Raoul De Chagny:
I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion!

Raoul De Chagny:
For pity's sake, Christine, say no! Don't throw your life away for my sake!

Raoul De Chagny:
I fought so hard to free you...

Madame Giry:
I have a letter from the opera ghost

Madame Giry:
I hid him from the world and it's cruelities. He has known of nothing else of life since then except this opera house. It was his playground and now his artisic domain. He's a genius. He's an architect, a designer, a composer and a magician! A genius, monsieur!

Madame Giry:
But remember-keep your hand at the level of your eyes.

Madame Giry:
the angel sees, the angel knows...

Meg Giry:
Christine...Christine... Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you were perfect, I only wish I knew your secrect. Who is you great tutour?

Meg Giry:
The Phantom of the Opera is here!

Carlotta:
Yes, yes, but no! Because, I have not my costume for Act Three because somebody not finish it!! And...I hate my hat!

Carlotta:
You make my dress train too long!

Carlotta:
For the past three years these things do happen and do you stop them from happening? NO! And you two, you are as bad as him. "These things do happen." (grunts) Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo, andiamo, bring my doggy and my boxy!

Carlotta:
Get my doggy, bring my doggy, bye-bye!!!...Bye-bye, dancing girls, bye-bye!!

Carlotta:
Think of me, think of me fondly When we've said goodbye Remember me, once in a while Please promise you'll try When you find that once again You long to take your heart back and be free...

Carlotta:
Why...Why are you spraying on my chin all the time, huh?

Carlotta:
I hate you!!!

Carlotta:
Where is he? Your precious patron where is he? I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent

Carlotta:
It's useless trying to appease me! You're only saying this to please me!

Carlotta:
Serafimo, away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence

Carlotta:
Your part is silent, little toad!

Carlotta:
Serafimo, away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss my in my -- [croaks]

Carlotta:
Poor fool, he makes laugh! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha -- [croaks loudly]

Carlotta:
Ah Daaé! All they watch is your dancing!!

Carlotta:
Now, you see? Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!

Carlotta:
He love me, he love me! Love me, love me, love me!!!

Carlotta:
I hope, he's excited by dancing girls as your new managers. 'Cause I will not be singing!!!

Firmin:
And that exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust...?

Firmin:
Bad news on soprano scene - First Carlotta, now Christine! Still, at least the seats get sold: Gossip's worth its weight in gold ...

Firmin:
To hell with Glück and Händel, have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!

Firmin:
André, please don´t shout. It's publicity and the take is vast; free publicity!

Firmin:
André, have you seen the queue? Oh, it seems you've got one too...

Firmin:
Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder: My salary has not be paid! Send it care to the ghost, by return of post. PTO: No one likes a debter, so it's better, if my orders are obeyed!

Firmin:
And what is it that we're meant to have wrote?... Written!

Firmin:
Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theater is to be run...

Firmin:
We are certain the doors are barred.

Firmin:
We're ruined, André - ruined!

André:
Mosieur Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act Three of "Hannibal"?

André:
Damnable! When they all walk out! This is damnable!

André:
He's mocking our position!

André:
Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again

André:
Your public needs you!

André:
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?

André:
Scrap metal, actually.

André:
but we have no cast!

Ubaldo Piangi:
Amateurs!

[Auctioneer's gavel pounds again desk]

Auctioneer:
Sold! Your number, sir? Thank you. Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen. A musical box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. This item was discovered in the vaults of the theater. Still in working order, ladies and gentlemen."

Assistant:
Showing here. [Music box starts playing the song 'Masquerade']

Auctioneer:
May I commence at fifteen franks. Fifteen thank you. Yes, twenty from you, Sir, thank you very much. Madam Giry, twenty-five, thank you madam. Twenty five I'm bid, do I hear thirty? Thirty! And thirty-five...? Selling at thirty franks then. Thirty once, thirty twice, [gavel pounds against desk] Sold! For thirty franks to the Vicomte De Chagny. Thank you sir."

Raoul:
[to himself] A collector's piece indeed... every detail, exactly as she said... will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?"

Auctioneer:
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!"

Carlotta:
[during an onstage rehearsal, loudly and with embellishment] This trophy from our saviors, from our saviors! From the enslaving force of Rome!

Company:
With feasting and dancing and song, tonight a celebration we bring. The victorious throng returns to bring salvation!

Soldiers:
The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now, and tremble! Hark to our steps on the ground! Hear the drums! Hannibal comes!

[Someone steps on Carlotta's dress and she stumbles]

Carlotta:
[to her seamstress] You make my dress train too long!

Piangi:
[as Hannibal] Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp!

[Maestro Reyer stops the rehearsal]

Reyer:
Gentlemen, Gentlemen!

[Lefevre walks in with Andre and Firmin]

Lefevre:
Rehearsals, as you can see, are underway for a new production of Chalemeau's 'Hannibal'.

Reyer:
Monsieur Lefevre! I am rehearsing!

Lefevre:
Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry, ladies and gentlmen, please. If I could have your attention. As you know, for some weeks, there have been rumors of my imminent retirement. I can now tell you these are all true. It is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire: Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre.

[Polite applause]

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

Andre:
[correcting] Scrap metal, actually.

Firmin:
And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron, the Vitcomte de Changy!

[more vigorous applause]

Christine:
[to Meg Giry] 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.

Meg:
Christine, he's so handsome!

Raoul:
[to the company] My parents and I are honored to support all the arts, especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire.

Lefevre:
May I introduce Signora Carlotta Giudicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons.

One of Carlotta's groupies:
Brava! Brava!

[Piangi coughs to gain attention]

Lefevre:
Signor Ubaldo Piangi!

Raoul:
An honor, Signor. I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal. I will be here this evening to share your great triumph. [to Reyer] My apologies, Monsieur.

Reyer:
Thank you, Monsieur! [to Piangi] Once more, if you please, Signor?

Carlotta:
[to her minions, about Raoul] He love me. He love me. Love me, love me, love me...

Madame Giry:
We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur.

Andre:
I see why. [looking at Meg Giry] Especially that little blonde angel!

Madame Giry:
My daughter, Meg Giry.

Firmin:
[looking at Christine] And that exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?

Madame Giry:
Christine Daaé. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.

Andre:
Daaé, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?

Madame Giry:
His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories.

Andre:
An orphan, you say?

Madame Giry:
I think of her as a daughter, also. Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side...

[Andre and Firmin continue to watch the ballerinas dance, while Carlotta sings as loudly as she can to try to get their attention. The number ends.]

Carlotta:
All they want is dancing!

Lefevre:
The Vitcomte seemed excited for tonight's gala!

Carlotta:
I hope he as excited by dancing girls as your new managers, because I WILL NOT BE SINGING! Andiamo, tutti. No, es finito. Get my doggy, bring my doggy! Bye-bye! Bye-bye, dancing girls!

Andre:
[as Carlotta storms out] What do we do?

Lefevre:
Grovel. Grovel, grovel!

Andre:
Right.

Firmin:
Signora!

Carlotta:
I'm going now! It is finished!

Firmin:
You great beauty!

Andre:
Principessa, Bella Diva!

Carlotta:
Si, si!

Firmin:
Goddess of song!

Andre:
Monsieur Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act Three of 'Hannibal'?

Carlotta:
Yes, yes, yes, yes, ma no! Because I have not my costume for Act 3 because somebody not finish it! And... I HATE MY HAT!

Reyer:
Perhaps the signora could consider it a personal favor to oblige us with a private rendition? Unless, of course, Monsieur Reyer objects.

[Reyer splutters nervously]

Carlotta:
[appearing satisfied] If my managers command. Monsieur Reyer?

Reyer:
If my Diva commands.

Carlotta:
[smugly] Yes, I do. Everybody very quiet!

Andre:
[to Lefevre] Excuse me, sir, why exactly are you retiring?

Lefevre:
My health.

Carlotta:
PSH! You as well! [Piano starts to play; Carlotta sings as everyone winces] Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try. Then you'll find that once again you long to take your heart ba-

[A backdrop falls on Carlotta as people scream; a shadowy figure is barely seen moving away. A letter flutters down and Madame Giry picks it up]

Meg Giry:
He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!

Lefevre:
Signora, are you alright? Buquet! For God's sake man, what's going on up there?!

Joseph Buquet:
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! [laughs]

Andre:
Signora, these things do happen.

Carlotta:
[seething] For the past three years, these things do happen, [To LeFevre] and did you stop them from happening? No! [To Firmin and Andre] And you two - you're as bad as him! "These things do happen"? Ma! Until you stop these things from happening, this thing [gestures at herself] does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my boxy!

[Carlotta storms out with her maid, seamstress, and hairdresser]

Piangi:
[to Firmin and Andre] Amateurs!

Carlotta:
Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!

Lefevre:
Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia. [turns and walks out]

Andre:
[to Reyer] Signora Giudicelli, she will be coming back, won't she? [Reyer shrugs]

Madame Giry:
[holding letter] You think so, monsieur? I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost.

Firmin:
Oh, God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!

Madame Giry:
He welcomes you to his opera house...

Firmin:
[exclaims] HIS opera house?

Madame Giry:
...and commands that you continue to leave box 5 empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due. [gives note to Andre]

Firmin:
His salary?!

Madame Giry:
Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.

Firmin:
[grabs note from Andre] 20,000 francs!?

Madame Giry:
Perhaps you can afford more? With the Vicomte as your patron?

Firmin:
Madame, 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! A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house!

Madame Giry:
Christine Daaé could sing it, sir.

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

Madame Giry:
She has been taking lessons from a great teacher.

Andre:
Who?

Christine:
I don't know his name, Monsieur.

Madame Giry:
Let her sing for you, monsieur; she has been well taught.

Andre:
All right. Come on.

[Christine is reluctant; Madame Giry pulls her up front]

Reyer:
From the beginning of the aria, then. Please, mademoiselle.

Firmin:
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.

Andre:
Oh, but she's very pretty.

Christine:
[nervously but sings beautifully as Andre and Firmin begin to gawk] Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye, Remember me, once in a while please promise me you'll try, Then you'll 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.

[Switches to scene of Christine singing in front of a full opera house]

Christine:
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.

[Crowd applauds]

Raoul:
[to himself] Can it be... can it be Christine? [out loud] Bravo! [sings] Long ago, it seems so long ago. How young and innocent we were! She may not remember me, but I remember her.

Christine:
[sung] Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade; they have their season, so do we, But please promise me that sometimes, you will think...(cadenza) of me!

[Crowd cheers]

[Christine is by herself in a small room in front of candles. A low voice echoes around the room]

The Phantom:
[sings] Brava, Brava, Bravissima.

[Christine smiles at the praise]

Meg Giry:
[singing as she walks down stairs to room] Christine, Christine?

The Phantom:
[sings quietly] Christine...

Meg:
[sings] Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret. Who is your great tutor?

Christine:
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 up above, and in my dreams, he was always there.

Meg:
Christine, do you believe? Do you think the spirit of your father's coaching you?

Christine:
Who else, Meg? Who? [sings] 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.

Meg:
Christine, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't some true. Christine, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you.

Christine:
Angel of music, Guide and Guardian, grant to me your glory.

Meg:
Who is this angel, this-

Meg and Christine:
[singing together] Angel of Music, hide no longer, secret and strange angel.

Christine:
He's with me even now-

Meg:
Your hands are cold-

Christine:
All around me...

Meg:
Your face, Christine, it's white-

Christine:
It frightens me.

Meg:
Don't be frightened.

Andre:
Ah, Vicomte! I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daaé!

Firmin:
Perhaps we could present her to you, Dear Vicomte.

Raoul:
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind, this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied. [spots a bundle of flowers and grabs it] Thank you.

Firmin:
[as Raoul moves off] It would appear they'd met before.

Andre:
Yes.

Raoul:
[as he walks into Christine's room] Little Lotte let her mind wander. Little Lotte thought, 'Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, or shoes...?'

Christine:
Raoul!

Raoul:
[laughs] Or of riddles or of frocks.

Christine:
[staring dreamily into space] Those picnics in the attic...

Raoul:
Or of chocolates?

Christine:
Father playing the violin...

Raoul:
As we read to each other dark stories of the North?

Christine:
'But what I love best', Lotte said, 'is when I'm asleep in my bed, [sings] and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head,'

Raoul and Christine:
[sings] the Angel of Music sings songs in my head...

Raoul:
[talking] You sang like an angel tonight.

Christine:
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.

Raoul:
[slightly condescending] Oh, no doubt of it! And now, we go to supper.

Christine:
[alarmed] No Raoul! The Angel of Music is very strict.

Raoul:
Well I shan't keep you up late. [laughs]

Christine:
Raoul, No.

Raoul:
[getting up and heading towards the door] You must change! I'll order my carriage. Two minutes, Little Lotte.

Christine:
No, Raoul wait!

[Door shuts. Outside as Raoul leaves a gloved hand locks Christine's door from the outside. The hand pulls away as Madame Giry watches from a doorway]

[Christine is heading towards the door of her room when a voice suddenly booms around the room]

The Phantom:
[sings] Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

Christine:
[pauses and bows head, sings] Angel I hear you, speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me. Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me. Enter at last, Master.

The Phantom:
Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror… I am there inside!

[Phantom appears in mirror]

Christine:
[approaching mirror] Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory. Angel of Music, hide no longer. Come to me, strange angel.

The Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music...come to the Angel of Music...

[From outside the room Raoul comes near door and hears voice]

Raoul:
[rattling doorknob] Whose is that voice? Who is that in there!?

[Trancelike, Christine moves towards mirror]

The Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music-

Raoul:
[hammering on door] Christine! Christine!

The Phantom:
...Come to the Angel of Music...

[Mirror opens; Phantom takes Christine's hand and leads her in]

Christine:
[sung as Phantom leads her] 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.

The Phantom:
[sings as he leads Christine down the tunnels of the opera] 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.

[As they travel to the Phantom's lair with Christine on a horse and the Phantom leading it]

Christine:
Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...

The Phantom:
It's me they hear...

Christine and the Phantom:
Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my/your mind.

Song:
The Phantom of the Opera...

Christine:
[as they near the Phantom's lair on a boat] He's there, the Phantom of the Opera. [sings a high note]

The Phantom:
Sing, my Angel...

[Christine sings higher]

The Phantom:
Sing my Angel of Music, sing for me... sing... sing my Angel! Sing for me!

[The Phantom gets out the boat and turns to Christine]

The Phantom:
[sings] 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,

[takes Christine's hand and leads her from boat]

The Phantom:
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 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....

[Gently pulls Christine to him]

The Phantom:
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.

[Leads Christine to a statue of her in a wedding dress; Christine faints and the Phantom catches her. He picks her up and places her carefully on a couch]

The Phantom:
You alone can make my song take flight.

[pulls a thin covering around the couch]

The Phantom:
Help me make the music of the night...

Joseph Buquet:
[bellows] Yah!

[Everyone screams delightedly]

Joseph Buquet:
Yah! YAH! [sings] Like yellow parchment is 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! [Dangles a hangman's noose around and grabs a girl]

Girl:
Oh my... [giggles]

[Madame Giry walks up and yanks girl away; stares coldly at Joseph]

Madame Giry:
[sings] Those who speak of what they know find too late that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue-

[Slaps him; everyone gasps]

Madame Giry:
[talking] Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!

[Jerks her hands up suddenly; everyone gasps again]

[Music box is playing the song 'Masquerade' softly; Christine wakes and sits up; she stands and walks out]

Christine:
[sings] 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...

[pauses and looks over at the Phantom, at his organ, and walks over]

Christine:
Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask?

[touches his face and pulls off mask]

The Phantom:
[jerks away and covers face] 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!

[Now sad]

The Phantom:
[sings as he walks back] Stranger than you dreamt it, Can you even bear to look, or bear to think of me? This lonesome gargoyle who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly, secretly, but 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...

[sinks down on the steps below her]

The Phantom:
[whispers brokenly] Oh, Christine.

[Numbly Christine hands him the mask; he takes it and puts it on then stands]

The Phantom:
Come. We must return. Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you.

Firmin:
[sings] 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!

Andre:
[bursts into the opera, sings] Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!

Firmin:
Andre, please don't shout... It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity!

Andre:
But we have no cast!

Firmin:
André, have you seen the queue? [Spots letter in Andre's hand] Oh, it seems you've got one too...

Andre:
[singing the Phantom's note to him] 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?

Firmin:
[singing the Phantom's note to him] 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!

Firmin and Andre:
Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain.

Firmin:
These are both signed O.G.

Andre:
Who the Hell is he?

Both:
Opera Ghost!

Firmin:
It's nothing short of shocking!

Andre:
He's mocking our position!

Firmin:
In addition, he wants money-

Andre:
What a funny apparition-

Firmin and Andre:
to expect a large retainer, nothing plainer, he is clearly quiet insane!

Raoul:
[busts in] Where is she?!

Firmin:
You mean Carlotta?

Raoul:
I mean Miss Daaé, where is she?

Andre:
Well, how should we know?

Raoul:
I want an answer! I take it that you sent me this note.

Andre:
What's all this nonsense?

Firmin:
Of course not!

Andre:
Don't look at us!

Raoul:
She's not with you, then?

Firmin:
Of course not!

Andre:
We're in the dark-

Raoul:
Monsieur, don't argue. Isn't this the letter you wrote?

Firmin:
And what is it we are meant to have wrote?

[spoken, correcting himself]

Firmin:
Written.

Andre:
[reading note from the Phantom] "Do not fear for Miss Daaé. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again."

Raoul:
If you didn't write it, who did?

Carlotta:
[busts in, singing] Where is he?

Andre:
Ah, welcome back-

Carlotta:
Your precious patron, where is he?

Raoul:
What is it now?

Carlotta:
I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent

Firmin:
And did you send it?

Raoul:
Of course not!

Andre:
As if he would!

Carlotta:
You didn't send it?

Raoul:
Of course not!

Andre:
What's going on?

Carlotta:
You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent?

Raoul:
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?

[Carlotta holds out letter; Raoul takes it and begins to read it]

Raoul:
[spoken] Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Christine Daaé will be singing on your behalf tonight-

Carlotta:
[hisses] Christine Daaé!

Raoul:
[ignores her] be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place.

Firmin and Andre:
[sings] Far too many notes for my taste, and most of them about Christine, all we've heard since we've came is Miss Daaé's name-

Madame Giry:
[walks up] Miss Daaé has returned.

Firmin:
I hope no worse for wear so far as we're concerned?

Andre:
Where precisely is she now?

Madame Giry:
I thought it best she was alone.

Meg Giry:
She needed rest.

Raoul:
May I see her?

Madame Giry:
No, Monsieur, she will see no one.

Firmin, Andre and Carlotta:
Will she sing, will she sing?

Madame Giry:
Here, I have a note.

Firmin, Andre, Raoul and Carlotta:
Let me see it!

Firmin:
...Please. [reads] Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theater is to be run! You have not followed my instructions...

[fades into the Phantom's voice]

The Phantom:
... I shall give you one last chance. [sung] Christine Daaé 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 Daaé in the role of Countess. The role which Miss Daaé plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting in a word, ideal. [spoken] 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 imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.

Carlotta:
[sings] Christine!!

Firmin and Andre:
[sings] Whatever next?

Firmin, Andre and Carlotta:
It's all a ploy to help Christine!

Firmin:
This is all insane!

Carlotta:
I know who sent this - The Vicomte - her lover!

Raoul:
Indeed! Can you believe this?

Firmin:
Signora!

Carlotta:
The Vicomte!

Firmin:
Signora!

Andre:
You are our star!

Firmin:
And always will be!

Andre:
Signora!

Firmin:
The man is mad!

Andre:
We don't take orders!

Firmin:
Miss Daaé will be playing the pageboy! The silent role.

Firmin and Andre:
Carlotta will be playing the lead!

Carlotta:
It's useless trying to appease me!

Piangi:
Appease her!

Carlotta:
You're only saying this to please me!

Piangi:
To please her!

[Piangi and Carlotta sing in incomprehensible Italian]

Giry:
To scorn his word, beware to those. The Angel sees, the Angel knows.

Andre and Firmin:
Signora, pardon us!

Carlotta:
You have replaced me!

Andre and Firmin:
Please, Signora, we beseech you!

Raoul:
I must see her.

Carlotta:
[more incomprehensible Italian]

Andre and Firmin:
Signora, sing for us! Don't be a martyr! What new surprises are in store? [company opens main opera doors to a crowd of people who rush towards Carlotta. A man holds out a rose.]

Man:
Could you please give this to Miss Daae? [doors begin to close] Miss Daae?

Andre:
[trying to convince Carlotta to come back and sing] Your public needs you!

Firmin:
We need you, too!

Carlotta:
Would you not rather have your precious little ingénue?

Andre and Firmin:
Signora, no! The world wants you! Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!

Andre:
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?

Firmin:
Think of how they all adore you!

Andre, Firmin:
Prima Donna, enchant us once again!

Andre:
Think of your muse...

Firmin:
And of the queues round the theatre!

Andre, Firmin:
Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, Prima Donna, once more!

[onstage at the opera performing]

Confidante:
They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame!

Fop #1:
His lordship sure would die of shock!

Fop:
His lordship is a laughingstock!

Confidante:
Should he suspect her, God protect her...

Confidante, Fop #1, Fop:
...shame, shame, shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades... shame, shame, shame!

Carlotta:
[as Countess] Serafimo, your disguise is perfect! ["knock" at door] Why, who can this be?

Piangi:
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband! [gropes Meg's bottom]

[Meg squeaks as audience laughs]

Andre:
[to Firmin] See, that is exactly the sort of thing the public loves!

Husband:
My love, I'm called to England on affairs of state, and must leave you with your new maid! [to crowd] Though I would happily take the maid with me!

[audience laughs]

Carlotta:
[also to audience] The old fool is leaving!

Andre:
That's the Countess de Charbourg! She's invited us to her Salon, you know.

Firmin:
Nothing like that ever happened to us in the junk business.

Andre:
[correcting] Scrap metal.

Carlotta:
Serafimo, away with this pretence!

[Christine, playing as Serafimo, throws off skirts disguising her as a maid]

Carlotta:
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence. Poor fool, he makes laugh! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha!

Confidante, Fop #1, Fop and Carlotta:
Old fool, he doesn't know, ho ho ho ho ho! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha!

The Phantom:
[voice booms around theater] Did I NOT instruct... that Box Five was to be kept empty?

[The audience gasps]

Meg Giry:
He's here, The Phantom of the Opera!

Christine:
[faintly] It's him...

Carlotta:
[snaps] Your part is silent, little toad! ... [laughs nervously at crowd]

The Phantom:
[softly] A toad, madam? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...

[Joseph Buquet starts to search for the Phantom]

Carlotta:
[begins again] Serafimo, away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss my in my - [croaks]

[The audience gasps, then laughs]

Carlotta:
Poor fool, he makes laugh! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Ha Ha -- [croaks loudly]

[The audience laughs loudly as Carlotta begins to shriek; the curtain closes]

Reyer:
[to one of the fops from dancing alone in front of the curtain] You're fired!

Firmin:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize. Uh, the uh, performance, will... continue in ten minutes time, when the role of the Countess will be played by Miss Daaé!

[The audience applauds]

Andre:
[voice strained] Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's Opera!

Reyer:
What??

Andre:
Maestro, th-th-the ballet, bring it forward, please. The ballet! Now, please!

Firmin:
Thank you!

[The audience applauds again and cheers; chaos issues as the ballet is preformed; the audience starts to laugh uproariously]

[Joseph Buquet is searching around for the Phantom behind the stage when he comes face to face with him]

Joseph Buquet:
Uhha! [stumbles back and runs]

[tries to get away from the Phantom, who is climbing the rope stairs above the stage; the Phantom hunts him down and pins him against the planks of the rope ladder; he puts an noose around his neck and throws him down to hang in the center of the stage in front of everyone]

[The audiences screams; Raoul runs backstage to Christine]

Raoul:
Are you alright?

Christine:
Raoul, we're not safe here. [pulls him along]

Firmin:
Ladies and Gentleman, please remain in your seats! Do not panic! It's simply an accident! AN ACCIDENT!

[Christine is pulling Raoul along]

Raoul:
[sings] Why have you brought me here?

Christine:
[sings] We can't go back there...

Raoul:
We must return.

Christine:
He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there...

Raoul:
Christine, don't say that...

Christine:
Those eyes that burn.

Raoul:
Don't even think it.

Christine:
And if he has to kill a thousand men...

Raoul:
Forget this waking nightmare,

Christine:
The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

Raoul:
There is no Phantom of the Opera.

Christine and Raoul:
My God, who is this man...

Christine:
Who hunts to kill?

Raoul:
...this mask of death?

Christine:
I can't escape from him...

Raoul:
Whose voice you hear?

Christine:
I never will.

Raoul:
With every breath.

Christine and Raoul:
: And in this labyrinth, where night is blind. The Phantom of the Opera is

Raoul:
There...

Christine:
Here... inside

Raoul:
Your-

Christine:
My mind.

[They both walk out onto the top of the theater building]

Raoul:
[sings softly] There is no Phantom of the Opera.

Christine:
[turning away] Raoul, I've been there! To his world of unending night, to a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness...

[turns, eyes wide]

Christine:
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...

[Turns away again with a wondering look on her face]

Christine:
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...

Raoul:
What you heard was a dream and nothing more.

Christine:
Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore...

[Pan shot reveals the Phantom is listening behind a large statue]

Raoul:
[sings] Christine, Christine,

The Phantom:
[sings so softly you can barely hear it] ...Christine...

[Christine looks up, not sure if she heard anything]

Raoul:
[turns her to him] 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.

Christine:
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.

Raoul:
Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you're safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you.

Christine:
All I want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.

Raoul:
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.

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, Say you love me.

Raoul:
You know I do.

Raoul and Christine:
Love me, that's all I ask of you.

[Raul and Christine kiss; the Phantom looks back at them then turns away]

Raoul and Christine:
Anywhere you go, let me go too. Love me, that's all I ask of you.

[They kiss again]

Christine:
[starts towards the door leading into the theater] I must go; they'll wonder where I am. Come with me Raoul.

Raoul:
Christine, I love you... [takes her hand]

Christine:
Order your fine horses; be with them at the door,

Raoul:
And soon, you'll be beside me,

Christine:
You'll guard me and you'll guide me.

[As they walk through door; Christine drops the rose the Phantom had given her onto the snow; black boots now stop next to it and a gloved hand picks it up]

The Phantom:
[sings brokenly] 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... [weeps softly]

[Raoul and Christine's song echoes faintly; the petals fall from the rose as the Phantom grinds it between his hands] 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...

The Phantom:
[races up the back of a statue and bellows at the sky] You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you!

[Scene of the Masquerade at the Opera; Firmin and Andre walk in with masks on and a lady on each arm]

Firmin:
Mosieur Andre!

Andre:
Mosieur Firmin!

Firmin:
[sings] Dear Andre, what a splendid party!

Andre:
[sings] The prologue to a bright new year!

Firmin:
Quiet a night, I'm impressed!

Andre:
Well, one does ones best,

Andre and Firmin:
Here's to us!

Andre:
The toast of all the city,

Firmin:
What a pity that the Phantom can't be here!

Crowd:
[sings] 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, Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round, 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!

Raoul and Christine:
But who can name the face...

Crowd:
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!

Madame Giry:
What a night!

Meg Giry:
What a crowd!

Andre:
Makes you glad!

Firmin:
Makes you proud! All the crème de la crème!

Carlotta:
Watching us watching them!

Madame Giry and Meg:
And all our fears are in the past!

Andre:
Three months...

Piangi:
Of relief!

Carlotta:
Of delight!

Andre and Firmin:
Of Elysian peace!

Madame Giry and Meg:
And we can breathe at last!

Carlotta:
No more notes!

Piangi:
No more ghosts!

Madame Giry:
Here's to health!

Andre:
Here's a toast to a prosperous year!

Firmin:
To our friends who are here!

Piangi and Carlotta:
And may its splendor never fade!

Firmin:
Three months!

Madame Giry:
What a joy!

Meg Giry:
What a change!

Andre and Firmin:
What a blessed release!

Madame Giry:
And what a masquerade!

Christine:
Think of it! [holding up a necklace with an engagement ring strung on it] A secret engagement. Look, your future bride! Just think of it!

Raoul:
But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me. [starts to kiss her]

Christine:
No Raoul, Please don't, they'll see.

Raoul:
Well, then, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime! [sings] Christine, what are you afraid of?

Raoul and Christine:
Let's not argue. Please pretend; you will understand in time! /I can only hope that I understand in time!

[Pan shot of all the people dancing]

Crowd:
[sings] 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!

[The Phantom appears at the top of the stairs; crowd silences]

The Phantom:
[singing as he descends the staircase] Why so silent, good monsieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good monsieurs? I have written you an opera! Here I bring the finished score - "Don Juan Triumphant"!

[Holds up opera play]

The Phantom:
[looks around] Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions now before rehearsals start: Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage.

[Points walking stick at Piangi]

The Phantom:
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 Daaé...

[Stares at her for a moment, then starts to walk further down the steps]

The Phantom:
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...

[They both stare at each other for a long moment; The Phantom approaches her, and notices Christine's engagement ring on a necklace chain around her neck; he grabs it and yanks it off her neck]

The Phantom:
Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!

[The Phantom disappears in a cloud of fire; people gasp; Raoul runs and jumps into the opening in the ground the Phantom disappeared into; he finds himself in a room full of spinning mirrors, with the Phantom appearing and disappearing in the reflections; Raoul fruitlessly tries to hit the Phantom with sword; Madame Giry appears out of no where and pulls him out room]

[Madame Giry is pulling Raoul down hallway]

Raoul:
Madame Giry, wait-

Madame Giry:
Please monsieur, I know no more than anyone else.

Raoul:
[fiercely] That's not true!

Madame Giry:
[halts and turns] Monsieur, don't ask. There have been too many accidents.

Raoul:
[incredulously] Accidents? Please, Madame Giry, for all our sakes.

Madame Giry:
[takes a shaky breath] Very well. It was years ago. There was a traveling 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.

[Shows a young Madam Giry and her friends walking through the Gypsy fair grounds]

Gypsy:
See the wonder from the East!

Evil Gypsy:
Come. Come.

[Beckons onlookers]

Evil Gypsy:
Come inside. Come and see the devil's child!

[The group walks into tent and sees young boy huddled in a cage with a sack thrown over his face; the gypsy yanks bag away from boys' face and starts to beat the boy with stick; the group laughs and throws money while young Madame Giry watches with pained expression on her face; the groups leaves and young Madame Giry looks behind in time to see boy strangle the gypsy with noose; she grabs the boy's hand and they both run from the pursuing crowd; she hides him in an lower entrance to Opera]

Madame Giry:
[back to present] I hid him from the world and its cruelties. He has known of 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!

Raoul:
But clearly, Madam Giry, genius has turned to madness.

[Christine is in her bed; she wakes and gets up and leaves room; Raoul is asleep outside her room, guarding her; she slips past him and goes to coachman]

Coachman:
Where to, madamoiselle?

Christine:
The cemetery.

[Coachman is getting ready when the Phantom knocks him out and takes his place; Christine returns and does not realize the coachman is different]

Christine:
To my Father's grave, please.

[During the trip to the grave Christine is huddled in the back; song plays in her mind]

Christine:
In sleep, he sang to me. In dreams, he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name...

[Raoul wakes and realizes Christine is gone; he leaps up and gets a horse and rides after her]

[Christine gets out coach and begins to walk through graveyard]

Christine:
[whispers] 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... [sings] 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.

The Phantom:
[voice appears from her fathers grave] Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.

Christine:
Angel or father? Friend of phantom? Who is it there staring?

The Phantom:
Have you forgotten your Angel?

Christine:
Angel, oh speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper?

The Phantom:
Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze.

Christine:
Wildly my mind beats against you...

The Phantom:
You resist...

The Phantom and Christine:
Yet/but your/the soul obeys... Angel of Music, you/I denied me/you. Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music, do not shun me/my protector come to your/me, strange Angel!

The Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music...

[Christine trancelike starts to approach her father's tomb]

The Phantom:
Come to me, Angel of Music...

[Raoul rides up on horse]

Raoul:
No! Christine, wait!

[Runs up to her; Christine pauses and turns to him]

Christine:
Raoul!

Raoul:
Whatever you believe, this man - this thing - is not your father!

[The Phantom suddenly appears and attacks Raoul; Christine gasps and watches helplessly as the two battle; Raoul and the Phantom fight around the graveyard; the Phantom injures Raoul on the arm but Raoul manages to defeat him; he stands over him, ready to finish him off]

Christine:
No Raoul! No, not like this...

[Raoul steps away from the Phantom; he helps Christine onto horse and they both ride away; the Phantom gets up and watches them leave]

The Phantom:
Now, let it be war upon you both!

Raoul:
[sings] 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.

Firmin:
We're listening!

Andre:
Go on!

Raoul:
We... shall play his game, perform his work but remember we hold the ace! For if Miss Daaé sings, he is certain to attend.

Andre:
We are certain the doors are barred!

Firmin:
We are certain the police are there!

Raoul:
We are certain they're armed!

Raoul, Firmin and Andre:
The curtain falls... his reign will end!

[Christine and Raoul are in the small room with the candles]

Christine:
[almost crying] Raoul, I'm frightened. Don't make me do this. 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. [sings in low tones full of dread] And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head... He'll always be there, singing songs in my head...

Raoul:
[gently sings] You said yourself, he was nothing but a man. Yet while he lives, he will haunt us 'til we're dead.

Christine:
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?

Raoul:
Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now.

[They both hug fiercely]

The Phantom:
[sings] Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke's wearing thin. Let the audience in-

[Stoops to look at miniature stage and sets it on fire]

The Phantom:
Let my opera begin!

[The performance of "Don Juan the Triumphant" is going on]

Chorus:
[sings] Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb, utters one despairing bleat!

Carlotta and Chorus:
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 master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!

[Piangi, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch]

Piangi:
[as Don Juan, sings] Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan!

Passarino:
[sings] Your young guest believes I'm you - I, the master, you, the man.

Piangi:
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...

Passarino:
You come home! I use your voice - slam the door like crack of doom!

Piangi:
I shall say: "come - hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"

Passarino:
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!

Piangi:
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh!

[Laughs broadly and Piangi goes backstage; the Phantom falls upon him and the 'magic lasso' makes short work of him]

Christine:
[as Aminta, sings] No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy. No dreams within her heart, but dreams of love!

Passarino:
Master?

[The Phantom emerges, disguised as Don Juan; person playing Passarino stares at him, startled]

The Phantom:
[sings quietly] Passarino - go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey...

[Passarino leaves quickly; Christine looks up, startled at his voice]

The Phantom:
[sings as he slowly approaches Christine] You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which 'til 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 desires unlock its door? What sweet seductions lie before us? Past the point of no return. The final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets will we learn beyond the point of no return?

Christine:
You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where 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, and 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?

The Phantom and Christine:
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.

[From the crowd Raoul watches with shocked tears filling his eyes]

The Phantom:
[holding Christine] 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-

[Christine suddenly pulls off his mask, exposing his face to the world; people begin to shriek; Phantom stares numbly at Christine for a moment, then cuts the rope holding chandelier; it begins to fall as people panic and run; the Phantom grabs Christine and both fall from the stage and through the stage floor; the opera catches fire and begins to burn; Carlotta starts to weep when she find a dead Piangi]

Carlotta:
Piangi, my love! [wails]

Andre:
Oh my God!

Firmin:
We're ruined, André - ruined!

Raoul:
[stops Madam Giry] Where did he take her?!

Madame Giry:
Come with me, monsieur! I will take you to him! But remember: keep your hand at the level of your eyes!

Meg:
I'll come with you!

Madame Giry:
No Meg, no you must stay here! [grabs Raoul's hand] Come with me, monsieur, come with me!

Meg:
No!

The Phantom:
[dragging Christine down to his lair] Down once more to the dungeon 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!

The Mob:
Track down this murderer, he must be found! Track down this murderer, he must be found!

The Phantom:
Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine! Why? Why?!

Madame Giry:
[leading Raoul down to the Phantom's lair] Your hand at the level of your eyes!

Raoul:
At the level of your eyes!

Song:
At the level of your eyes...

Madame Giry:
[stops] This is as far as I dare go.

Raoul:
Thank you.

Christine:
[bitterly] Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood? Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?

The Phantom:
That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh.

[Touches Christine's face; Christine turns away]

The Phantom:
...This face - the infection which poisons our love. [sings] 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!

Christine:
[sings] This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

The Phantom:
[sees Raoul coming to the entrance of his lair] Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. Sir-

Christine:
Raoul!

The Phantom:
This is indeed an unparalleled delight. I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true, you have joined and made my night.

Christine:
[Struggling to get away from the Phantom who has drawn her to his side] Let me go!

Raoul:
[shoves his hands beseechingly through the iron bars of the gate that bars his way] Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?

The Phantom:
[Mockingly to Christine] Your lover makes a passionate plea!

Christine:
Please Raoul it's useless.

Raoul:
I love her! Does that mean nothing I love her! Show some compassion!

The Phantom:
[shouts] The world showed no compassion to me!

Raoul:
Christine, Christine, let me see her.

The Phantom:
Be my guest, sir.

[Pulls a lever that opens the gate]

The Phantom:
[sings] 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?

[Traps Raoul against gate with rope around his neck; pulls it tight]

The Phantom:
[Mockingly to Raoul] Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now - except perhaps Christine. [To 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!

Christine:
[stunned] ...The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

Raoul:
[hoarsely] Christine forgive me, please forgive me. I did it all for you and all for nothing!

Christine:
[to the Phantom] Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. We had such hopes, and now those hopes are shattered!

The Phantom:
[sings] Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!

Raoul:
[sings] Say you love him, and my life is over!

The Phantom:
All hope of cries for help; no point in fighting!

The Phantom and Raoul:
For either way you choose, he has to win/you cannot win!

The Phantom:
So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?

Raoul:
[angrily] Why make her lie to you to save me?

Christine:
[sings] Angel of Music...

The Phantom:
Past the point of no return...

Raoul:
Christine, say no!

Christine:
Who deserves this?

The Phantom:
The final threshold...

Raoul:
Don't throw your life away for my sake!

Christine:
Why do you curse me?

The Phantom:
His life is now the prize which you must earn!

Raoul:
I fought so hard to free you...

Christine:
Angel of music...

The Phantom:
You've past the point of no return.

Christine:
...You deceived me. [speaks] I gave you my mind blindly.

The Phantom:
You try my patience. Make your choice!

[Tightens the rope around Raoul's neck]

Christine:
[sings gently as she approaches the Phantom] Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.

[Slipping her ring on her finger, she kisses the Phantom; after the kiss he stares at her, his face contorting with his emotions]

The Mob:
[singing] Track down this murderer, he must be found!

The Phantom:
[hoarsely] Take her, forget me, forget all of this!

The Mob:
Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground! Too long he's preyed on us - but now we know...

The Phantom:
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 Mob:
The Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below!

The Phantom:
Go now! Go now, and leave me!

[Music box is quietly playing; the Phantom watches it dully]

The Phantom:
[singing brokenly with the music box] Masquerade... paper faces on parade. Masquerade... hide your face, so the world will never find you...

[Looks up to see Christine watching him with sad face]

The Phantom:
[heartbroken] Christine, I love you...

[Christine walks to his side, presses her ring into his hand and leaves him; the Phantom walks out and watches Christine and Raoul leave in the boat]

Christine:
[singing] Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime...

Raoul:
Say the word and I will follow you...

Christine:
Share each day with me each night, each morning...

The Phantom:
You alone can make my song take flight. It's over now, the Music of the Night!

[He breaks the mirrors in his lair and leaves in hidden tunnel behind one; Meg Giry and several others come down to his lair; Meg find music box and sees the Phantom's mask on a chair]

*can it be can it be BRAVO Christine ur really not a b*tch?