The Phantom of the Opera2004

[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!