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I tell you, it isn't human.
It's a monkey without hair.
If this is how they're making babies now, what's to become of us?
Now, what's the matter here?
Someone's left a foundling.
It's a monster. Look.
It's only got one eye. The other's a wart.
That's no wart! That's an egg with a devil inside.
Who left it here? They should have burnt it!
I will adopt this child.
But it's a demon. It's deformed!
How can you?
In charity. My investment in charity.
Investment?
One must never be foundlacking in charity at the gates of heaven.
Wait, Father, what you going to call it?
What I see.
The approximation of a human.
Quasimodo.
Quasi...
And by this document, Dom Claude Frollo,
the Church invests in you the office of archdeacon of Notre Dame.
Thank you, My Lord.
By your extraordinary devotion to the Church,
you have proven yourself worthy of the position.
We embrace you. We...
It would seem
the very bells of Notre Dame are awareof your new position.
Not the bells, Your Eminence. It's my ward, Quasimodo.
He's our bell ringer, you see.
And the bells are like his children.
He even talks to them.
In return, they have shattered his ear drums.
But, then, one more affliction, what can it matter to him?
Go in peace, Dom Claude.
Your devoted servant.
Attention!
To all loyal subjects of our sovereign,
King Louis XI, His Majesty proclaims this day
the Festival of Fools!
All the good people of Paris are invited to join in the festivities.
You are welcome to attend the Festival of Fools!
What's going on here? Why have we stopped?
A gypsy girl, Your Worship. We caught her dancing in the streets.
Then arrest her. See that she's taken at once.
Yes, Your Worship?
Bring her here.
Please.
Please, please! I haven't done anything!
Be quiet.
I have no money. I must dance to eat, to live.
What is your name?
Esmeralda.
You are a gypsy?
They tell me so. I don't know.
She's a witch! No!
Save me! Save me!
Release her.
Your Excellency. Let her go.
Did you see that?
How he looked at you.
Your Worship, Your Worship! Yes?
Quasimodo has gone. He left the tower. I can't find him anywhere.
There's a festival today. We should have locked him in.
Hey, watch what you're doing with that pole.
Be off with you.
Come on, have a go at it.
Hey. Come on, my boy.
Oh, it's a bleeding bear.
Don't be afraid. He's got no teeth.
Come on, then, let's get on with it.
Comrades!
Citizens of Paris!
Silence, please! Listen to me.
I now present to you the greatest ofmorality plays.
Give us a mystery! Come on!
It is written by the greatest of morality poets,
your humble servant.
The curtain parts.
No!
Listen!
I am the god of commerce!
Fight! Give us a fight!
Silence!
Give us a fight! Give us a fight!
Listen!
I can't! What's the matter?
She refuses to dance.
How can we pick their pockets if they're not watching her dance?
They'll arrest me. Who?
The man of the Church. He's warned me.
No.
Oh, no, my sweet. I've seenthe way he looked at you.
He wouldn't touch a hair on your head.
Please don't! Dance! You will dance!
They take some money for that? Have you any money?
Hey, hot lips!
Esmeralda!
Make way for the Throne of Fools!
What's that?
They choose the ugliest human in all of Paris.
Why? For the King of Fools.
Take heed to the meaning of life.
Oh. I've heard enough of this chafe. Come on.
Wait!
Come back. Our play is not finished.
Well? Do we continue?
Do we?
It's a goddess.
It's a gypsy.
I will write a sonnet for her. I will write 10,000 sonnets.
Yeah, but for now? Do we continue?
Behold the choosing of the King of the Fools!
Let the ugliness begin!
Oh, no.
Let go, you wart!
Hey, it's the bell ringer. It's Quasimodo.
Where?
Oh, come on, then.
He'll get first prize.
Get him in there. Here with it.
Come on, there. Get him inside.
Don't look at the hunchback!
Let all pregnant women beware!
Or those that wish to be!
My, is he lovely!
God's cross! Holy Father! I've never seen him this close.
Don't look him in the eye!
Well, that's the rarestugliness I ever beheld.
Make him the King!
The King of the Fools!
Yes. Make him the King.
Quasimodo!
By the holy cross.
Bring him round!
You, Quasimodo,
I shall now crown thee King of the Fools!
Long live the King of the Fools!
Oh, look. Look, I've got a crown for you.
And look. Look over there.
It's a throne for the King of the Fools.
Do you understand?
We would make you our king.
He can't hear. He's deaf.
Because of the bells.
They've shattered his ear drums.
Here!
Your crown!
Long live the King!
to cast aside all evil and all temptation.
Guide me in the ways of righteousness. Amen.
Excellency?
Yes?
Forgive me for intruding, but we have just had word.
It's Quasimodo. They have made him King of Fools.
What?
Make way for the King of Fools!
Seize her.
You have been warned, and now you will pay for it.
The King of Fools! The King of Fools!
Set him down.
Get off, you ugly ox. Get off!
Later. We need your consent.
My consent? To what?
The gypsy girl.
Knowing the consequences, she deliberately disobeyed your edict,
and we caught her dancing in the streets again.
Where is she now?
You've brought her here?
She's to be taken at once to the Bastille. We need only your consent.
Excellency?
I will speak with her.
As you wish.
I am innocent.
Get up. I told him they'd arrest me.
I said get up.
Is it so terrible to dance in the streets?
You take me for a fool?
I don't understand.
There is a demon. A demon that speaks through your lips.
No! Please, God! Do not blaspheme.
I swear by all that's holy, I've never harmed anyone.
Let me go. Please.
If you go, if you leave this cathedral,
you will be taken straight to the Bastille.
There is no hope for you, unless...
Here in this cathedral, you may claim sanctuary.
Sanctuary?
The courts, the magistrates, they cannot touch you here.
But how could I live here?
In the bell tower.
There is a place for you to sleep.
I will see that you are cared for.
You?
I will pray for you.
Come.
Come along.
There, now, you see?
A room of your own.
You only have to do what I say,
and I will care for you.
Do you understand? You and I
will be good to each other.
You are very pleasing, Esmeralda.
Don't be a fool!
Don't you realize I'm your salvation?
I'm your only hope!
Bring her back.
Buy a sonnet, Captain! Certain to win your lady's heart.
Be off with you.
Two sonnets for the price of one.
Let me go! Let me go! Help me!
Help me! Somebody help me!
Help me!
Help! Help!
Release that woman, scoundrel!
Company! Company!
There he is. Seize him.
He's an animal.
Come on, you!
And who are you?
Esmeralda.
Enchanting.
Captain Phoebus de Chateaupers of the Royal Archers at your service.
We must meet again.
What shall we do with him now, Captain?
To the Bastille.
He has the strength of many, but we have him safe now.
I would ratherhave kept the girl.
Go on. Get him out here, now.
Quick. Out of my way.
Hey! Everyone, look what we got here!
And what do we have here?
Who is this scum?
And who are you?
The king of thieves.
Well, in that case, Your Highness,
I am known as Pierre Gringoire, master poet.
What have you to say in your defense?
My defense?
You have entered our kingdom and violated the privileges of our town.
I'm gonna hang you.
As you use our kind among you, so we use your kind among us.
You may divide your rags cheerfully
among the ladies.
Your Highness, would you hang a poet?
Of course.
Oh, I beseech you. Silence!
We need a diversion here tonight.
Oh, I know the prospect doesn't seem to please you,
but there's no need to make such a fuss about it.
Is there not any way I can escape?
Yes.
You can become one of us.
I will. I will most readily.
Do you declare yourself a thief and vagabond?
With all my heart and soul. Good. Good.
But you mustprove yourself first.
I beg your pardon?
The test.
Now.
You will attempt to pick the pocket of this fine gentleman.
Do it without a sound from the bells, and we'll call you a vagabond.
Hold!
You must first twist your right foot around your left foot.
But... Silence!
We are waiting.
If the bells ring?
Hang him.
Secure the rope!
Are we ready, lads?
Ready! Ready!
When I clap my hands, you may pull out the stool.
Wait!
Have you forgotten?
It is our custom not to hang a man if there's a woman who will claim him.
Do you want him?
You.
Have you a purse?
I have nothing.
Then hang!
And be welcome.
Comrade,
you have no luck.
Ready! Ready!
Are we ready?
No!
I will claim him.
He'll hang on the rope unless you take him as your husband.
I will take him.
Remove the noose! Fetch the pitcher!
By the laws and customs of all vagabonds,
I declare you man and wife.
Break it.
What?
Break it.
Brother, she is your wife.
Sister, he is your husband.
For a period of
four years. ALL: Four years!
Go in peace or war. It matters not to me.
What is that doing here?
He is Djali.
He is very clever. He can count with his hoof.
Is he clever enoughto leave us alone?
Why?
Oh, my love.
Yes. What do you want?
Oh, how can you ask?
I don't know what you mean.
Am I not yours? Are we not joined...
You're not very friendly.
And you are quite impertinent.
Am I mistaken?
Didn't you claim mefor your husband?
Well, should I have let them hang you?
You mean,
it was only to save me from the gallows?
Well, what other reason?
You're telling me, then, that you won't have me for a husband.
I won't.
Or a lover?
No!
Or a friend?
Perhaps.
Do you knowwhat friendship is?
It is like a
brother and sister.
Two souls that touch
without mingling.
Two fingers of the same hand.
And love?
Love.
That is to be two and yet only one.
It is heaven.
Are you in lovewith someone?
Are you?
Perhaps.
Who?
He wears a handsome uniform
and carries a glittering sword.
You mean that captain? The captain of the Royal Archers?
You had better think twice.
Well, he can have any woman he wants in Paris, and he frequently does.
You're lying!
I may be jealous, but I am not lying.
Well, how can I, a mere poet, compete with a captain of the Royal Archers?
Phoebus.
In truth, that's his name. In Latin it means the sun.
The sun?
Phoebus was a god of the sun.
A god?
How very different from the Phoebus of Paris.
I tell you truthfully, you would do well to keep away from him.
It's quite well known, the stories abouthis amorous exploits.
Believe me, they would give you pause. They...
Indeed, this is a very strange wedding night.
Who is he?
Quasimodo.
What? What?
Quasimodo.
Yes. Yes. Quite.
Step forward.
You are charged with attacking the captain of the Royal Archers
and the assault on the person of a lewd woman.
What have you to say?
Quasimodo.
What? What?
Bell ringer, Notre Dame.
What does he say? Does he mock me? He is deaf.
Quasimodo.
Sergeant of the rod!
Take this scoundrel to the pillory and give him 30 lashes.
Sire, he meant no disobedience to your questions. He is deaf.
What?
He is deaf.
Oh, I didn't know. That makes a difference.
In that case, you may turn him for an hour
after the flogging. Take him away!
Quasimodo. Quasimodo.
When was this?
This morning.
They've taken him to the pillory in the Place de Greve.
Shall we fetch him?
No.
He is an embarrassment to the Church, Excellency,
and to your office. Why do you go on sheltering him?
Those that we shelter here on earth become the treasures God grants us in heaven.
What did he do?
Haven't you heard?
He tried to abduct Esmeralda.
The monster.
Don't look at his eye, or he'll cast a spell!
Lay it on him.
Blood! We want blood!
Whip him!
Flog him!
Come on, lay it on!
Blood! We want more blood!
Whip him!
Whip him! Whip him!
Water.
Water!
He wants water.
Water.
Yes, I'll give you some water. A bloody jugful.
How do you feel now, Quasimodo?
Look, it's the gypsy.
What's she doing?
It's the gypsy Esmeralda.
Thank you.
Go.
She gave me water.
Gave... She gave me water.
"For beauty is known to the gods by other gods,
"but to all mortals, thy name is Esmeralda.
"How like a rose in the garden with..."
My gypsy love. How I've missed you.
Tonight at the Boarshead Tavern.
There's a private chamber just above. 7:00?
You're...
You're not goingto meet him?
Esmeralda.
At the least, let me warn you. There may be others there.
You may have to wait your turn.
Don't go.
You are Pierre Gringoire?
I am.
Will you comewith me?
For what purpose?
You are Pierre Gringoire?
Forgive me, Your Excellency,
I am called that, and it's true that I'm a poet,
but I have never spokenor written againstthe Church.
I am told that you are seen frequently
in the company of a certain Egyptian girl.
If you mean...
If you speak of Esmeralda, we are, in faith, married.
What?
She is my wife.
But only, it would seem, to save my life. I fear she doesn't care for me.
You mean you haven't...
You haven't touched her?
I swear to you, by my hope of heaven,
there is nothing more intimate between us than utter strangers.
I wish to make an arrangement.
An arrangement?
I'm willing to offer a gift of 40 gold crowns
to whomever has a claim upon her.
You, apparently, are that person.
Your Excellency, I don't understand.
It's very simple. I intend to keep her here.
Here? Must you keep repeating everything I say?
For what purpose, Your Excellency?
For the purpose of shelter, of course.
Of providing for her.
Only that?
You insolent... How dare you?
Forgive me, Your Excellency, but, you see, I am distraught with jealousy.
She... My Esmeralda is in love with the sun.
Phoebus, the sun god. He has bedazzled her.
You dare to jest with me?
He is captain of the Royal Archers,
and they have set a rendezvous for tonight.
I tell you, he cares for no woman, but she is blinded by a uniform.
In all truth, I fear for her.
Where do they meet?
At the Boarshead Tavern, at 7:00.
Monsieur Gringoire, I have nothing further to say to you.
Yes, Your Excellency.
Except,
the gift still holds.
No, Your Excellency, I can care for her,
if she'll let me.
Good day, monsieur.
She gave me water!
She gave me water! She gave me water!
If you would, monsieur?
Well? Yes?
A girl, a young woman called...
No, we have no women here. See for yourself.
Well, then, perhaps a certain captain of the Royal Archers.
You mean Phoebus?
Yes.
Upstairs. He waits for her.
I would not intrude, if you value your life.
Oh, thank you. No, of course not.
Thank you.
Ah, my angel of light.
All that's beautiful in the world here in front of me.
The moonlight
on your hair,
your eyes,
your lips.
Phoebus,
you are wonderful.
Oh, sweet love.
I've dreamed of meetingsomeone like you.
Oh, Phoebus,
the sun.
I love your name.
I want to know everything about you.
Everything!
What is your religion?
Good God,
what's that got to do with anything?
Well, I must know, if we're to be married.
Married?
You were not thinking of marriage?
No.
Why?
Because I am married!
Oh, I must leave.
I will never understand a gypsy.
I thought all you ever wanted was love
and the free air of heaven.
What the devil's going on? It's coming from upstairs.
Oh, my God. She killed him!
She killed Captain Phoebus.
Save me! Help me! Oh, God!
I am bewitched!
Save me!
A demon! A witch!
Help me! Deliver me from the evil of...
What do you want? What are you doing here?
It's time to get ready, Your Excellency.
For what?
The Palace of Justice.
Get out.
Get out. Get out!
What happened then?
Captain Phoebus took the room and paid me a crown.
Never mind how much it cost.
The girl arrived. The gypsy. But I didn't know then she was a witch!
Go on.
Later, when she was up there, I heard a scream.
A fiendish scream, and I ran up the stairs at once.
And there she was.
And there was the Captain with a dagger in his back
on a coat of blood! It was horrible!
My Lord, I'm innocent of this. I do not consort with witches.
Yes, yes, yes. You may step aside.
I will addressthe prisoner.
Stand.
Stand!
It is well known that youbelong to a race of gypsies
and are given to sorcery.
In concert with powers of darkness,
you did stab a captain of the King's Archers.
Do you persist in your denial of this charge?
I do! I'm innocent!
Then, how do you explain what took place?
There was someone else.
He wore the garment of a monk.
He...
Yes?
I... I could see him clearly.
Then who was it?
The Archdeacon.
Blasphemy! Witch!
Burn her! Burn her!
Witch! Blasphemy!
Hang her!
The court will not record the prisoner's last statement.
The prisoner will now respond.
Does this beast belong to you?
Yes.
It's known far and wide that all demons possess a goat
with which to practicetheir witchcraft.
Take it away and destroy it. No, Djali!
Prisoner.
In view of your refusal to confess your crimes,
I recommend the application of torture until you do confess.
Remove the prisoner.
What a cruel, heartless wench to keep us waiting like this
when we haven't had our supper.
Ah, my dear child.
Do you persist now in your denial?
I'm innocent.
I see.
In that case, it will be our painful duty
to question you more urgently than we would otherwise desire.
Have the goodness to seat yourself there, please.
Good. Where is the physician?
I'm here.
I ask you again.
Do you persist in denyingthe facts for whichyou are accused?
Yes.
To my infinite regret, I must fulfill the duties of my office.
Monsieur the King's Attorney, with which instrument shall we begin?
The boot.
Uncover her foot.
Such a delicate foot. Such a charming limb.
Such a pity.
No! Mercy! No!
For the last time, do you confess the charge?
No!
Proceed.
Again.
Again!
Oh, no!
Again! No!
Again!
Please! No!
No!
Again!
No!
Do you confess? Oh, Jesus. God!
Do you?
Yes!
Say it!
I confess!
The prisoner must stand.
Stand!
Well, you've now confessed to all charges of sorcery and assassination.
The court will pronounce sentence.
By order of our Lord the King,
you shall be taken in a tumbril,
with a rope around your neck,
before the great Cathedral of Notre Dame,
where you shall be hanged and strangled on the town gibbet.
Hang her! Hang her!
Phoebus?
So it's true!
Whom did you expect?
A ghost or a cadaver?
We were told you had died.
No, I don't believe so. But they...
Don't you know?
They're going to hang the girl tomorrow.
What girl? The gypsy girl.
I should certainly hope so. She tried to kill me!
But she didn't.
And they're going to hang her for your murder.
Good. And well they should.
My recovery has nothingto do with it.
You're not going to notify the Magistrate?
Not a word.
But the less said
about this embarrassingincident, the better.
Imagine.
The fox caught by the hen.
God forbid.
No, let the wretched creature go to her just reward.
By next week, I trust, the whole incidentwill be forgotten.
To my death.
Long may I live.
What do you want?
Who are you?
A priest.
Tell me, are you prepared?
For what?
For death.
I'm
so
Very cold.
I want to go away from here, sir.
You have only to follow me.
You?
Dear God. No.
I beg you! Leave me be!
I can't.
What have I done for you to hate me so?
Hate you?
As God is my witness and the devil my undoing,
I love you.
Can't you even conceiveof that?
Yes.
I, who was once consumed with devotion to God,
the sins of the flesh, the gross thingsof this earth,
they never touched me.
And then, that morningl first saw you,
a creature so beautiful,
God would have chosen you before the Virgin.
Your eyes, so dark and radiant.
Your hair, glistening like threads of gold.
I was enchanted. I was bewitched!
Yes, and I knew. I knew, at once, this was the devil's doing.
This was Satan reaching out for me.
But I was quite helpless. Quite helpless.
And I remain so.
Look! Look at me!
You told me just now that you felt cold,
and I tell you
that an endless, black, wintry night reigns in my soul!
I was there when they questioned you in the court.
I was there when they put you under the vile hands of the torturer.
If you'd cried out once more,
I would have plunged a dagger into my own heart.
Oh, Esmeralda.
If I could once caress you.
No.
Have pity on me. No! No!
Now, listen, listen, listen. Listen, listen, listen, listen!
I can contrive an escape. If you'll just let me...
No!
You killed him!
Yes! Only for you!
Leave me! Leave me be!
Help me! Help me!
Help! Help!
Tomorrow, you will die.
Esmeralda!
No!
Hang her!
Burn the witch!
Out of the depths I have cried to thee, oh, Lord,
and thou hast heard my voice.
Have you asked God to forgive you your sins?
I can save you.
Even now.
May God have mercy on your soul.
Esmeralda!
Hang her! Hang her!
Sanctuary! Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Sanctuary!
I give her sanctuary!
Look there!
God protect us! It's the Archdeacon!
Your Excellency.
Are you all right?
Gone.
What?
She's gone.
I killed her.
Master, please come.
Excellency.
Quasimodo has something to show you.
It's important!
I gave her sanctuary.
No, don't be afraid.
I'm your friend.
Forgive me. I forget how ugly I am.
I frighten you, I know.
So, don't look at me, please.
You brought me the food?
I was...
I was coming to look at you sleeping.
I watch you when you are sleeping.
Is it all right if I watch you when you have your eyes shut
and when you can't see me?
No, wait.
I put meself behind the post
so that you couldn't see me.
I...
It's my ears.
I don't hear well.
I asked you to come back.
Deaf. I am deaf!
I am deaf.
This is the way I am made.
It is horrible, isn't it?
But you can speak to me. Oh, yes.
Oh, yes, you can speak to me with your lips and with your eyes.
You can speak to me, because my master, he taught me how to...
How to watch.
Why did you save me?
Do you understand?
Why?
Water.
You gave me water and a little pity.
Only you. No one else. No one.
I would give my life for you.
Oh, you're so kind.
So kind... Kind.
You are so beautiful.
Until now, I did not know how ugly I am.
When I compare myself to you, I am a beast. A monster.
I'm hideous. Not man nor animal.
I am more unshapely than the man in the moon.
The man in the moon.
Yes.
I am deaf, you see, from these bells.
Fair Juliet...
This is Juliet.
Now, if you want me to come,
you have only to pull on this rope.
Because I can hear the bells, see?
Juliet.
Well, I must leave now. I mustn't stay any longer.
I know it is only out of pity that you don't turn your eyes away from me.
You are so beautiful.
This is Juliet.
Why was I not made of stone
like you?
Quasimodo! Quasimodo!
Quasimodo, come here! Quickly!
Do you see that man on horseback?
Do you see the man on the white horse?
Yes.
They think he's dead, that I killed him.
But if they could know that he lived, if they could know that,
then I could be set free.
Free?
I must talk to him. Quickly. Can you bring him here?
Here?
Please.
I'll go to him now.
Sire! Sire! Sire! Stop! What the devil!
Come. Follow me! Up there!
What are you talking about?
She wants to speak to you.
Who?
It's the gypsy girl. Esmeralda.
Oh, indeed.
Well, you can tell that most unfortunate wench
she can go to the devil.
She's caused enough trouble as it is.
Sire! Sire! Let go, you scoundrel!
It's Esmeralda.
I don't like it.
What?
What has happened to Esmeralda.
My God, she lives. What more do you want?
She eats. She drinks.
And sleeps.
And that's more than some of us can do.
I fear for her.
Why?
She's protected by the Church.
By the Archdeacon himself.
That's why.
Do you know?
Have you any idea what will happen to you now?
Captain Phoebus is alive.
Yes.
But what does that matter?
Well, he can go before the Magistrate...
But the crime remains the same even though he lives.
You. You were the one who tried to kill him.
Yes.
Possessed as I was by the devil.
Please go away, I beg you. I can't bear to look at you.
Do you find Quasimodo a better object to look upon?
He can't save you. But he has.
No. Sanctuary can be broken.
It needs only a decree of parliament.
Someone can easily solicit that decree.
But who would do that?
Don't you yet understand?
It's beyond all reason now.
I must have you.
No! I must!
No! Get off me! No!
Get off!
Get off me!
Well, what do you want?
I've changed my mind.
I think I will take you now.
Take me?
For my husband.
Get out of my way.
Tomorrow they'll bring her out and hang her.
No. They can't.
She's in sanctuary. Is she?
What are you talking about?
It's a decree of parliament.
It's already signed.
The gypsy girl dies.
You're lying!
Am I? Am I?
This is Gabrielle.
She's big and fat!
And she growls, and she moans.
And this is Guillaume. She's the biggest of all.
She roars, and sheshakes the rafters!
This is Pasquier. Pasquier. She's the smallest.
Now listen. Listen to her.
Listen to her sing.
Like a bird.
Like a beautiful sparrow.
See, these are my ladies.
I am good to them, and they are good to me.
But now...
Now, when they look down at you,
they are struck dumb.
I've pulled. Nothing. They are silent.
They cannot speak, for they have never seen such beauty.
I'm sorry. You don't have to look at me.
I was a fool.
I was caught by the vision
of a handsome uniform and glittering sword,
and all the time my heart was trying to tell me
that I loved Pierre.
They will come for me.
Soon.
If you leave, I will die.
Wait! You there!
You've got to do something!
They're going to take her away! I tried to stop him!
Let him be.
Didn't you hear me?
My God, they're going to hang her! Yes.
Why do you come to me? Because you care for her.
I know you do. We've got to get her out of here.
The doors of the cathedral are guarded day and night.
No one is allowed to go out who has not been seen coming in.
Then, she can go in my place. Your place?
She can wear my doublet, my clothes. She can bind her hair in a hat.
You're a poet, monsieur, of some imagination.
Do you know what would happen to you under such circumstances?
They'll hang me, of course, but she'll be saved.
No. I'll haveno part of it.
Then, how can she be saved?
In God, my friend.
In God is our hope.
No! It's too late.
Do not blaspheme!
Help me! Help me save her!
There is nothing to be done. Good day, monsieur.
When I come back,
the very walls of Notre Dame may not be safe!
Listen! Listen to me!
As God is my witness, they will hang her unless we stop them!
There is no one else on earth who can save her now but you.
She's a witch!
So says the King of France!
Well, are we dogs, then, to tremble under King Louis?
She is innocent! Innocent!
I call upon you.
I call upon our leader.
Our king, Trouillefou!
Storm the cathedral! Or do you lack the courage?
Look at me. Who am I?
King!
And you dare to say
I lack the courage!
Vagabonds! Thieves! Answer me!
Have the witches of France ever claimed our sister Esmeralda?
No! Never!
The Church has given her safeguard, and now they would take that from her!
If the Church is sacred,
so, then, is Esmeralda!
Yes!
We march!
Together we're an army!
To Notre Dame!
By the river! What?
There is a boat on the Vittel quay marked Vescar.
Take her to it. Leave Parisand never come back!
Have no fear of that!
Guards, take hold!
Quickly! We must close this door!
Break in the door!
They've come to kill you!
Come with me. Come.
Do your work, comrades! Break it in!
By the holy cross, break it down!
They've come for her.
Send word to the Bishop of Paris.
Tell him we need the King's Guard immediately!
Yes. Up there. You'll be safe.
May God protect you, Archdeacon! Esmeralda!
Esmeralda!
Help! What is it?
Who's up there?
Oh, it's Dom Claude!
It's the bell ringer.
Come back!
It's Quasimodo!
Beard and belly. Are you afraid of a piece of wood?
Grab hold! Grab hold! We can ram the door with it!
Come on!
Heave!
Harder!
Give it to them!
Heave!
And again!
Heave!
What was that?
Get in there. Get back in!
Stand back!
Quasimodo!
Stand to! Heave!
Come back! PIERRE: Don't leave now!
Come back!
Come on. Harder!
Heave!
Out of the way! TROUILLEFOU: Heave!
Quasimodo! Break it in!
Heave!
Put your backs into it.
Heave! Come on! Heave!
Harder!
Heave!
Stay there!
There's another!
Keep to it!
Break in the door!
There he is!
Give it your arms!
Heave!
Let me go. No!
Get out of the way!
That's it. Get out of the way!
No, behind you! No!
Esmeralda!
Oh, my love!
Here, look at this. What a mess.
What's going on here?
It's soldiers!
Open these doors in the name of the King!
Come! Quick!
It's a tunnel to the Place de Greve.
She's in the bell tower. Quasimodo has her!
Kill him!
Come on. Up here. Quickly!
No, this way!
There he is. Up there!
Quasimodo!
There he is!
Why?