The Phantom of the Opera2004

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 truly 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!