Stop crying already!
"Thus, by chance, a mysterious bond is forged between the abandoned...
is forged between the abandoned child an the inhabitants...
of darkness."
Hey!
Get me further down!
Stop, that's enough!
- Hey, Gustave! - What?
It's time for a break!
Haven't you had enough of dangling down there like a spider?
Maybe he's looking for his black widow!
What the hell is that?!
Hey, Marcel! Marcel, pull me up! Pull me up!
- Help me! - Hell, what's going on?!
- Quick! - Gustave?
Get me out! Don't you hear me, get me out!
Help!
Help!!
Shit!
Hello?
Hello!
Is anyone here?
Christine, where are you?
I've been looking for you all over the place, my little nightingale!
Come along now, you gotta try on you costume!
For God's sake! Head there, I'll be there in a second. Alright?
Go on!
I beg your pardon?
For what, mademoiselle?
I thought you said something.
I said nothing.
But I caught myself thinking about you.
Thoughts that suprised me.
And I'm not easily suprised...
You thought about me?
Why?
I wanted to tell you,
your voice fills my heart with divine light.
But...
Yes, it does, dearest. To listen to you
is sublime.
This must be our secret..
Tell nobody. You will know
when we meet again.
How?
When you hear my thoughts,
you'll know where to go.
Yes, I can hear you.
Christine.
Christine Daaé.
No, don't worry, I'll tell nobody!
Shit, it's freezing!
No!
Her beautiful eyes look tired,
she's feverish, she hardly says a word to me anymore!
In the past few days, you haven't been your usual self.
Anyone can see that, your head is always up in the clouds!
Don't tell me it's because of Carlotta!
- She's jealous of you. - I know.
Of course, if I was an old crow
and stank of sweat from ten meters away like she does,
I probaby would be too!
Come in!
- They sent some roses. - "They sent some roses!"
- For mademoiselle Daaé. - Put them over here.
I certainly didn't think they were for me, you fool!
Thank you very much, Kiki.
Thank you.
Magnificent!
Aren't you the lucky one...
A bouquet like that must have cost a fortune!
Now that's a real admirer.
- They're from baron Raoul de Chagny. - Oh!
The one who is always drooling over you!
Don't tell me you're secretly in love
with that insignificant creature!
And bow...
And back. Now the others, come forward...
Yes, that's it.
- Where are you? - To the front...
And back! To the front...
Yes.
- Marc! - Yes?
Thank you.
Yes. I know she hates me.
And curtsey... and twirl!
What do you want me to do?
This house is a real bordello, it's scandalous!
Vaffanculo!
To the side and bow... There and back...
Yes, Sir.
I'll be right there.
That Degas really is an incredible artist!
Oh yes, incredible...
Did you remember to bring some sweets
- for our charming little darlings? - But of course!
Four Pounds.
Swiss chocolate...
Good morning, doctor. May I come in?
My dear Montluc! If I refused, you'd come in anyway.
Nothing escapes the Gazette Republicain's attention.
Or it's greedy beak!
Monsieur Ignace, you're the head rat exterminator here at the opera house.
- Is that right? - For the last eight years, monsieur.
I've caught 4837 of those dirty little beasts.
And I keep all their tails, in jars in formaldehyde!
- You're very good at yourjob. - The best!
I hear, somebody forced you to
- stick your hand in a rat trap... - I wasn't "somebody"!
It was nothing!
What do you mean, "nothing"?
Well, it was like an invisible force.
Nothing I could see.
A creature from hell!
Ow!
Doctor, that hurts!
- That is my thumb?! - I'm afraid it is.
Shit!
You can see the bone!
"Strange things have been happening at the Paris opera house."
The Gazette Republicain is determined
to pursue it's investigation.
Do I frighten you?
No, I'm just cold.
Your perfume...
Your female smell...
Every time I see you, it takes my breath away,
I almost lose my mind!
- Your scarf... - Take it, take it!
Oh Christine...
Together we shall know such greatness!
Very soon, the world will be at our feet!
Our lives will be a feast ofjoy and happiness.
Believe me...
- I believe you. - Trust me.
I trust you.
My sweet child...
My love.
Hey!
Alfred! Why aren't you working, slacker?
- You know what? - No, what?!
- I saw him! - Who?
The phantom!
- Have you been drinking? - No!
- I saw him with my own eyes! - Oh come on!
I swear it.
I followed him!
- You know, it was... - It was what?!
Amazing!
- Amazing? - Yes!
- Go on! - No, darling, not here.
Meet me after work, but I'll tell you something:
Your Alfred's a hero!
A legend? He is not a legend, monsieur le journaliste,
- believe me! - But phantoms don't exist,
neither here nor elsewhere!
"Elsewhere" is none of my business, but here,
in the opera house, I can tell you, he exists!
I can prove it, I have met him!
Right here, in this box!
- In this box? - Yes!
It's being redone now.
It's a very unlucky box!
And what does this phantom looks like?
To tell the truth, I have never been brave enough
- to look him straight in the eye. - I understand.
It's very cold whe he comes, almost glacial!
- Really? - They say,
he loves the underworld, the darkness!
They say, he was in the catacombs even before the theatre was built!
You know, the opera house has four basement floors!
They say there's even supposed to be life down there!
A river, and lakes!
Don't you find it suddenly very cold?
- Really cold! - Let's go!
No phantom's going to scare me! Parbleu!
I fought with the comrades at the Versaille uprising!
Are you sure he didn't see you?
Don't be silly! He can't have eyes at the back of his head, can he?
Itracked him like I was hunting a wild animal. His hideout
is deep in the catacombs. I followed him
through a maze of gallerys.
Winding underground passages,
leading through dark caverns.
Oh merde! When I think about it...
When you think about it, what?!
Thank god I made markings so that I can find my way back!
- Otherwise I'd still be there. - Alfred, why did you follow him?
There's a treasure down there, a real fortune!
A treasure? A fortune? You really think so, Alfred?
Why else would someone hide down there?
- Think about it! - If you made markings to find your way,
we can follow them! It'll be easy!
- The treasure is waiting for us! - Waiting for us!
- We just have to get it! - Yes! And that's what we're gonna do!
- We will live like royalty! - Yes!
Alfred?
What?
Tell me. Who's the man who scetches all the time?
- Edgar Degas, the artist, monsieur. - Oh, Degas.
He scetches the ballet pupils, others prefer
to give them sweets.
You like chocolate, don't you?
And where do we meet in the afternoon?
- Hello. - Hello, mademoiselle.
I should be very angry with you, monsieur de Chagny!
Why do you say something like that, Christine?
You know very well!
I do not, I swear. My only crime is
to have met you.
How can I express with words what I feel deep down in my heart?
Your flowers are wasted on me, monsieur de Changny.
I never really liked roses.
You don't like roses?
I prefer simpler flowers.
On the other hand...
The language that you used in your letter...
How shall I put it...
It's hard to explain what I felt when I read it.
For the first time in my life
I was sure that someone understood me.
It was as if a long lost friend had just found me again.
I would love to be your friend.
Would you allow me to be your friend?
Raoul.
I allow you to be the brother I never had.
See?
Yeah.
What if we end up face to face with the phantom?
I'll cut his heart out!
Hey!
How are we going to carry the treasure?
In my skirt!
Alfred? Alfred!
- What's wrong? - I don't like being behind you!
Alfred!
Alright. You go first.
Thanks.
- What does the phantom look like? - If you ask me,
- he is not a phantom! - He is not?
No. Phantoms are like ghosts.
Wrapped in white sheets, with holes for the eyes!
He is dressed all in black, with a leather cape!
A leather cape! Like a real gentleman!
- That's not scary. - You're right.
I understand you're here to steal my treasure.
No! Not me!
Really!
It's Paulette, that bitch!
I admire you a lot, monsieur phantom!
I'm not a phantom.
- I'm a rat. - Oh, I'm so sorry!
I love animals...
Alfred?
Alfred!
Where are you?
Alfred!
Where are you?!
Alfred!
Alfred!!
Alfred...!
The phantom is coming!
What's wrong?
Monsieur Buquet!
Aren't you ashamed frightening these poor girls like that?!
I just wanted to teach them a lesson...
What lesson?
Beware of the phantom.
Don't talk rubbish, monsieur Buquet!
You shouldn't drink so much.
It was almost a year ago,
when good old Gustave
and his two workers
disappeared without a trace, they have vanished from the face of the earth!
I heard they had gone too deep into the catacombs.
That's his world.
Those who meet him never come back.
He's on the prowl again.
Up here, in the opera house!
I saw him the other night,
hiding in the fly gallery.
He was hanging over the stage like a spider!
- What was he doing? - He was listening.
To mademoiselle Christine singing...
Everyone else had already left.
She was alone on the stage,
singing like a nightingale.
Do you remember, mademoiselle?
- Yes, I remember. - It was...
Entrancing...
Not like Carlotta, who lows like a fat cow,
if you pardon my French!
- Well, my dear friend... - Thank you.
Now you are the manager of the opera house,
my time is up.
All I want to do is manage this wonderful house
in the same great way and with the same great talent that you have.
My great talent did not prevent you and you corrupt political friends
from scheming behind my back
and removing me from my post
6 months before I was due to retire!
Come in!
Pourdieu!
The thief's accomplice!
I'm so pleased you're happy to see me.
- You rogue! - Come on, gentlemen.
Let's drink the champange of republican brotherhood.
Nicolaud.
I leave you
a special present...
- What present? - The...
Phantom...
The phantom of the opera...!
- He's dying! - No.
It's just a bout of malaria, he'll be alright in a minute.
He said something about a phantom.
- What phantom? - I don't know.
A sore throat.
An inflamed and reddened sore throat.
It developed so quickly. I never saw anything like this!
10 minutes ago it was fine!
We will cancel the performance.
Maestro. Perhaps there's a solution.
Why not try the understudy, she knows the role very well.
- Understudy? - Yes.
- Who is she? - Christine Daaé.
I think she's great.
- The effort was just too much for her. - That poor child.
She's so young!
In my opinion, maestro Gounod demanded too much of her.
Take a breath, dear child.
Breathe in...
Breathe in. Breathe in!
Go back! Out! Get out!
Let her breathe, can everybody get out, please,
I'm the doctor here, for God's sake!
Now.
It's nothing serious, but you need peace and quiet.
Alright?
Try to get some sleep.
Yes.
I'll be back tomorrow.
I'm so cold, it makes me shiver.
You won't always be cold.
- You must be very tired. - I sang for you.
I gave you my soul, and almost died because of it.
The angels cried tonight, they were so moved.
I adore you.
I must have hallucinatinos.
How is that about Christine?
I don't understand.
Come on, it's the talk of the town!
Géréme de Chagnys brother Raoul
is in love with singer Christine Daaé!
Me, in love? That's funny...
Listen, you laugh badly.
And you don't lie any better, hmm?
Look, I'm only a friend of Christine's. Nothing more.
Fine.
Have fun with her, she's a... She's very charming,
she is charming, I'll admit it, but...
Don't give me that look, little brother!
I have something very special for you tonight.
I will take you to a place, strictly reserved for the initiates,
where I hope you can revitalise yourjaded spirit.
That's my bother over there.
"Maybe a night awaits me, where I can drink in peace in some old-fashioned
town and die the more content seeing that I'm patient! If my ills were
put on hold, if I ever get some gold, will I choose to go north..."
"To bury my head full of pain in your skirts, redolent of your perfume, to
inhale, as from a withered flower, the moldy sweetness of my defunct love."
- Don't make me laugh: Rimbaud! - Without Rimbaud there would be
no redemption in poetry, you ridiculous ignoramus!
Baudelaire is the greatest of them all, and you are a lowbrow fool!
- Rimbaud! - Baudelaire!
- Rimbaud! - Baudelaire!!
Christine?
Christine.
- Is that you, Christine? - No, darling,
it's not Christine, I'm Rose,
Rose velvet lips.
Get behind me, Satan!
Stay away from me!
Get out of my life! Get our of my life!
- Calm down! - I'll push you back into hell!
- Vade retro, Satana! - Raoul!
Come here.
You are so beautiful.
I have something for you. Don't be afraid.
Swiss chocolate. The best!
It's from Geneva. Eat it!
Eat it!
Stop! Wait!
Leave me alone!
Wait!
Wait for me! You naughty girl!
Where are you?
Where are you, my little darling?
Stop, wait! Wait for me, my little darling!
Don't be afraid! Where are you?
You little Parisian dancer, here comes the big bad wolf!
Wait for me!
Wait, Marthe!
Don't run away from me, Marthe! ljust want
to give you some chocolate!
Hello!
Where are you?
You are so pretty, so beautiful...
Please, be nice to me.
Please, be nice to me, my little darling.
Please, be nice to me!
Go back.
Where have you been?
The phantom ate Monsieur Pourdieu!
Yes, of course, that's very interesting!
- Now tell us another one. - But it's true, I saw him!
He stroked my head, too!
You're a very naughty girl!
You know you shouldn't lie!
38!
Yes!
With this machine, we're going to triple our catch quota!
Or my name isn't Ignace, by God!
Revenge! Revenge!
I'll drive that ferocious beast out of his lair!
And then I'll rip his heart out!
Oh my dear, I didn't expect you so early!
Why do you keep hiding that pipe, I know you smoke it.
I brought you that perfumed Dutch tobacco that you like so much.
Thank you.
Can you bring me some coffee and a roll, please?
- Oh yes! With butter and jam? - And some honey, sweety.
- Yes. - Alright?
- Yes, I'm on it. - I'm so hungry.
Thank you.
Is it possible that without knowing anything about love,
I've fallen in love with both of them?
Christine.
Christine...
Come to me.
- Come, Christine... - Yes.
Sing, Christine.
Sing for me.
Yes...
Oh my love... My love...
Where do you come from?
I was abandoned at birth in the river of time and space.
Where I was nurtured and cared for by creatures,
that have become my friends.
My brothers.
And this is the reason for my double nature.
The reason I call this underworld home.
Medusa will always lead you to my kingdom.
Nobody knows. She disappeared.
Three or four hours ago.
She disappeared?
Don't worry.
She must have gone out.
- So, where could she be? - Oh.
- Maybe she has a singing lesson. - Yeah...
Her singing lessons...
Do you really think so?
Love is too pure,
to be embraced by fears such as yours, my dear baron.
When you see her, please tell her I've been looking for her.
Of course.
I'll tell her.
Tonight you will sing.
The time has come for you to replace Carlotta.
They will get such a surprise at the gala performance.
- Surprise? - Yes.
It has something to do with the law of gravity,
the law of mutual attraction...
You stay here. I'll come back soon.
- I don't want to stay here. - You stay here.
- No, I'm coming with you. - You'll do as I say.
- You wait! - No, I'm coming!
No, I don't want to stay here! I don't want to be left alone!
Don't go! No!
I hate you!
And I hate this place!
Good evening, divina.
I have excellent news. No, what am I saying:
I have magnificent news! My dear Carlotta.
You won't believe it, we have a full house!
We even had to turn people away. It's a triumph!
- It's incredible! - Incredible? No!
Quite normal! Who's singing? Carlotta, right?
Yes, it's her.
- I mean, you... - Signore Poligny, scusate.
Do you remember the contract for next season?
Yes, it's... certainly, here it is.
Would you like me to have it translated into Italian?
Maybe. Marc?
Go and get the costumes, I want to try them on. Go, go!
Yes!
You will not sing Romeo and Juliet.
- What?! - If you defy me, I will punish you.
Do you understand me, you fat cow?
How dare you to speak to me like that, Poligny?!
- I didn't say anything. - Do you think I'm deaf?!
Is this a joke é la frangaise?!
How dare you call me a fat cow?!
But I didn't, I really didn't!
We will discuss my contract later!
And now, get out! Get out,
don't you hear me?! Get out out, now!!
Yes, madame!
Carlotta!
Please, help me!
Carlotta!
Marc?
Carlotta...
- Marc? - Carlotta!
Marc!
Marc?
My little Marc...
Marc?
Marc...?
Marc!
Juliette?
Francoise?
Hilde!
You will not sing tonight,
otherwise you will lose your big breasts!
Mama...
- What happened? - Nothing.
- Nothing? - Niente, mama, niente.
Did you have an argument over the contract?
Lo sono Carlotta Altieri, and I will sing Juliet!
I don't care if they all die!
Monsieur Poligny, do you have an explanation?
What is the first?
"Maestro, you must not conduct Carlotta in "Romeo and Juliet",
or else, something terrible will happen to the opera house."
This must be some kind ofjoke. I beg you, maestro,
go back to your orchestra.
Nothing's going to happen. Definitely not!
Come here, come on! Hurry, it's really important,
come here!
Where's the manager's office? Thank you.
At least ten people have been killed,
and many have been injured, some of them seriously!
We received an anonymous letter, announcing some kind of tragedy.
It was delivered to maestro Gounod , we hadn't taken it seriously.
But now that I think about it, my predecessor did tell me,
that there's a curse on the opera house.
- Any news? - No.
She can't disappear just like that, you're always with her!
- You must know something! - Someone will know, I'm sure,
- but I don't! - But who does?
I don't know, someone like you!
Someone who loves her, maybe more than you do!
Come, come with me!
Come on!
- The part is yours. - I don't want it.
- I said that it's yours. - And I said I don't want it!
How many lives did it cost?!
You will sing Juliet.
And I shall be there with you!
- I hate you! - Yes! But hate and love
are the same thing!
You'll get used to me and this way of life!
- No! No! - What do you want?!
That fool Raoul de Chagny?! You deserve more than that,
- much more! Yes! - No!
Yes!
No!
Christine!
My love! My love...
- Never disappear like this again! - Don't you ever let me,
disappear like this again!
This way.
- How did you find the way? - Honorine found the passage
behind the mirror!
- We must go! He can see us here! - See us, who?
What are you talking about?
I don't know...
You're my light.
But there's so much darkness inside of me, do you understand,
- I'm not pure, do you understand?! - Christine, no one is pure!
Listen to me!
We all have dark corners in our souls!
Christine, there's nothing to be frightened of!
That's just part of being human, believe me!
Believe me.
I want to see the stars. Come.
Come, come!
Christine.
Who is he?
Is he real?
Or does he only exist in that dark corner of your soul?
Both.
His will is my will.
And his thoughts are my actions.
Raoul, I need your help, I've got no defense!
Our love is your defense.
Our love will deflect his thoughts!
And the stronger our love, the weaker he'll become.
One day very soon he'll be powerless, believe me!
Raoul...
Promise me you'll never let me go.
Promise me!
I promise.
Christine! Christine!
Oh, my little nightingale! She's here, come on!
Where have you been, my dear? We were worried about you!
One day you can tell us all about it, come along!
Come along now! Maestro Gounod needs to speak with you urgently!
- You have to rehearse tonight! - What?!
- You don't know what happened! - What happened?
It would take six months to tell you!
Raoul.
I promise.
It's you!
I know you!
She, Christine Daaé,
with her innocent face, is nothing more
than the phantom's whore!
I saw her, down there in the catacombs!
She was doing it,
with that murderer!
Death
to the monster!
Stop him! Stop him!
- Get out of the way! Stop him! - Fantastic!
Stop him!
- What's wrong? What happened?! - I don't know.
I think it was the phantom!
Did you see what happened? Of course not!
That guy stole my singer, you must get her back!
Death to the monsters!
You're mine.
We shall live alone in my world of darkness,
till death do us part...
Raoul! Help me! Raoul!
Raoul!
- Raoul! - Christine.
Raoul.
Raoul...
Forgive me.
I'm sorry! Forgive me, forgive me!
Come on! This way!
- Over here! - No, he went that way!
They have to be here!
- Search every corridor! - He must be here!
Everybody gather around, look for every little clue!
Don't let him get away!
Christine!
Oh my God...!
- Everything will be fine! - I can't...
No, Christine! We have no time to rest!
We're almost there.
Ah, the baron with his gun!
Move away from her!
Certainly.
No!
Raoul!
Dear Christine...
Life goes on.
We can't stay here. If they catch you,
they will kill you.
- Go! - They're down here! This way!
Dear Christine...
Help her.
Help her!
- Help her! - N... no! No...
- No! - You have to go!
Raoul!
Take her away from here.
Christine, be careful!
Sit down.
They're here! Come on, over here, this way!
- This way! - Come on!
Come, sit down.
Follow the cave to the river!
- No! No!! - Go there! Faster!
No! No!!
Why?! Why?!!
- No!! - My world is finished!
This is the end...
- Why?! - Follow the light! Towards the light!
- No! - There he is!
Down there! There's two in the boat!
I don't want to go!
Don't let them get away!
You bastard!
Death to the monsters!
My love!!
My love!
No!!
Christine!!
You cannot leave me! Don't leave me!!
No!!