Sold. Your number sir? Thank you.?
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen:
a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau.
Showing here.
Do I have ten francs?
Five then, Five I am bid.
Six, seven.
Against you, sir, seven. Eight.?
Eight once. Selling twice.
Sold, to Monsieur Lefevre. Thank you very much
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.
Fifteen, thank you. Fifteen I am bid.
Going at fifteen.
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 theatre, still in working order, ladies and gentlemen.
Showing here.
May I commence at fifteen francs?
Fifteen, thank you.
Yes, twenty from you, sir, thank you very much.
Madame Giry, twenty-five, thank you, Madame
Twenty-five I am bid.
Do I hear thirty?
Thirty. And thirty-five?
Selling at thirty francs, then.
Thirty once, thirty twice.
Sold, for thirty 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 are 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
Paris 1870
"Opera Populaire
"La Carlotta"
This trophy from our saviours,
From our saviours
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!
Vicomte, welcome
The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
Hear the drums
Hannibal comes!
Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp.
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'.
M. Lefevre, I am rehearsing.
M. Reyer, Mme. Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please, if I can have your attention, thank you
As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my imminent retirement.
I can now tell you that these were all true, and it is my pleasure to introduce to you
the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M. Richard Firmin and M. Gilles Andre.
I'm sure you've read that recent fortune in the junk business
scrap metal, actually
He must be rich
And we're deeply honored to introduce our new patron, the Vicomte de Chagny
It's Raoul, before my father died,? to see
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
Gentlemen, Signora Carlitta Guidicelli our leading soprano for five seasons now.
Bravo! Bravo!
Signor Ubaldo Piangi.
An honour, Signor. I believe I'm keeping you for your rehearsal
I will be here this evening to share your great triumph
My apologies, monsieur
Thank you, M. Le 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 a particular pride in the excellence of our ballets, 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 M. Firmin, very promising
Daae, you say? No relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
His only child, orphaned at seven when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories.
An orphan, you said?
I think of her as a daughter also
Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side
Hannibals friends!
Oh no, not on my dress, why?
The trumpeting elephants sound -
hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to their step on the ground -
hear the drums!
Hannibal comes!
Ah Daae, all that they want is your dancing
Vicomte is very excited about tonight's gala
He's excited by dancing girls as your new managers
Because I will not be singing
Goodbye, everyone
Now it's finished
Get my doggie, bring my doggie. Bye bye
What do we do?
- Grovel, grovel, grovel - Right
See you later, because I'm going out
It is finished
Principessa. Bella diva
- Si si - Goddess of song
Mr. Reyer, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elisa in Act Three of 'Hannibal'?
Yes, yes, yes. Ma no!
Because I have not my costume for act 3 because somebody not finish it!
And I hate my hat!
I wonder, Signora, as a personal favour if you would oblige us
with a private rendition
Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects...
No. Aspetta, aspetta.
If my managers command...
M. Reyer?
if My diva commands? Yes, I do
Everybody be quite
Monsieur Lefevre, why exactly are you retiring?
My house 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...
Signora!
He's here:the Phantom of the Opera...
Signora! Are you all right?
Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on there?
Please, monsieur, don't look at me:
as God's my judge, I was not 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 years, these things do happen
And did you stop them from happening? No!
And you too, you are as bad as them, these things do happen
Until you stop these things from happening
This thing does not happen!
Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy, and my boxy
Amateurs!
Now you see. Byebye I'm leaving
Gentlemen. Good luck.
If you need me, I should be in Australia.
Signora Guidicelli, 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 Five empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due.
His salary?
Monsieur Lefevre used to give him twenty thousand francs a month.
Twenty thousand francs?
Perhaps you can afford more,
with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.
Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Vicomte was to join us at the gala
But obviously we shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star.
There should be a understudy
Understudy? There is no understudy for La Calatta
A full house, Andre, we shall have to refund a full house.
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
The chorus girl? Don't be silly
She's 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.
Alright, come on, don't be shy, come on, come on
Just, just... - From the beginning of the aria, 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 ways 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
Thinks 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 seem so long ago,
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me, but I remember her
Flower fade, the fruit of summer fade
They have the season so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think of me!
Bravo
Ma musica, splendide
"Gustave Daae"
Bravo, bravo, bravissimi
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 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 will be protected by an angel
An angel of music
Christine, do you believe?
Do you think the spirit of your father tutored you?
who... 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 calls 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 are talking in riddles
And it's not like you
Angle of Music
Guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory Who is this angel
This... Angle of Music
Hide no longer
Secret and strange and joy
He's with me, even now
Your hands are cold
All around you
Your face, Christine, is white
It frightens me
Don't be frightened
No, no
You did very well, my dear
He's pleased with you
Ah, Vicomte, I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daae
Perhaps we can present her to you, dear Vicomte
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind, this is one visitor I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
Thank you
It would appear they've met before Yes
Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lottie thought: Am I fonder of dolls
or of goblins of shoes Raoul
or of riddles of 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, Lottie 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!'
Oh, you're so 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.
Oh, no doubt of it - And now we'll 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 Lottie.
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 Christine, Christine
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/My spirit and your/my voice in one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside your/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 defences
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
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, savour 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 is his skin...
A great black hole served as the nose that never grew...
You must be always on your guard,
or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
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 bell,
but secretly yearns for heaven,
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...
Oh, Christine...
Come we must return
Those two fools Who run my theatre Will be missing you.