"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 hint!
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?
Oh, it seems you've got one too
"Dear Andre, what a charming gala!
Christine was in the world's sublime!
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left -
On that note the diva is 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's mucking our position!
In addition he wants money
What a funny aberration 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, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, 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 words for as far as we're concerned
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best that 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 the most amiable nature,
detailing how my theatre 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 calls 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 Five, 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!
It's all a ploy to help Christine!
Whatever next...?
It's all about 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! This is a joke!
This changes nothing! O mentitori!
Signora!
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!
You're only saying this to please me!
Signori, e vero?
Non, non, non voglio udire!
Lasciatemi morire!
O padre mio!
Dio!
Who scorn his word, beware to those... You have reviled me!
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...
Signora, sing for us!
Don't be a martyr
What new surprises lie in store? Our star...!
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 theatre!
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! - You took a snub, but there's a public who needs you!
- She has heard the voice of the angel of music... - Those who hear your voice liken you to an 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! You'll sing again, and to unending ovation!
- Orders! Warnings! Lunatic demands! - Tears... oaths... lunatic demands are regular occurrences!
Think how you'll shine in that final encore! Surely there'll be further scenes worse than this!
Think, before 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 deny,
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!
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!
Oh, go 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 he suspect her, God protect her!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
This faithless lady's bound for HADES!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
Serafimo - your disguise is perfect.
Who can this be?
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband.
That's exactly something the public loves
My love - I am called to England on affairs of State, and must leave you with your new maid.
Though I'd happily take the maid with me.
The old fool is leaving!
That's the Countess de Cherbourg
She's invited us to her salon, you know
Nothing like that will endorse our 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!
Haha, Haha...
Time I tried to get a better better half!
Poor fool, he doesn't know!
Hoho, Hoho...
If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go!
Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera...
It's him
Your part is silent, little toad!
A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...
Serafimo, away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my...
Poor fool, he makes me laugh -
Hahahahaha!?
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.
Until then, we will crave your indulgence for a few moments
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera.
what?
Maestro, the ballet, bring, please
The ballet
The ballet, now, please
One moment, thank you
Thank you
You're fired
Are you alright?
Raoul, we're not safe here
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Do not panic.
It was an accident... simply an accident
Why have you brought us here?
Don't take me back there!
We must return!
He'll kill me!
His eyes will find me there!
Christine, don't say that...
Those eyes that burn!
Don't even think it...
And if he has to kill a thousand men -
Forget this waking nightmare...
The Phantom of the Opera will kill... This phantom is a fable...
Believe me... ... 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 your/my mind...
There is no Phantom of the Opera...
Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of unending night...
To a world with 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...
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...!
"Bal Masque"
M'sieur Andre?
M'sieur 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 for the city
What a pity that '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 and 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...?
Crul 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! And all our fears are in the past!
Six months...
Of relief!
Of delight!
Of Elysian peace!
And we can breathe at last! No more notes!
No more ghosts!
Here's a health!
Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!
To the new chandelier!
to the hear
And may its splendour never fade! Six months! What a joy!
What a change!
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 do this
Well, 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 I'll...
You will...
...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. 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 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 dormitory of the opera house
Come, come, come inside
Come and see the devil's child
? the devil's child
Devil's child
Murder, murder
Which way?
...way
I have hidden him from the world and its cruelty is
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
Ou vas tu, mademoiselle?
The cemetery
To my father's grave, please
Where have they gone?
Oh, the cemetery
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name