Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.
Lot 663 then, ladies and gentlemen.
A poster from this house's production of Hannibal by Chalumeau.
Showing here.
Do I have ten francs?
Five, then. Five I'm bid.
Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight?
Eight once. Selling twice.
Sold to Monsieur Deferre.
Thank you very much, sir.
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.
15, thank you. Fifteen I'm bid.
Going at 15.
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 theater...
still in working order, ladies and gentlemen.
Showing here.
May I commence at 15 francs?
Fifteen, thank you.
Yes, 20 from you, sir. Thank you very much.
Madame Giry, 25. Thank you, madam.
Twenty-five, I am bid. Do I hear 30?
Thirty. And 35?
Selling at 30 francs, then. 30 once, 30 twice.
Sold for 30 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're 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?
From our saviors
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!
The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
Hear the drums, Hannibal comes!
You make my dress to long.
Sad to return to find the land we love
Threatened once more by Roma's far reaching grasp.
Gentlemen.
Rehearsals as you can see are underway...
for a new production of Chalumeau's Hannibal.
Monsieur Lefevre, I am rehearsing!
Monsieur Reyer, Madame Giry, ladies and gentlemen...
please, if I could have your attention, thank you.
As you know, there have been rumors of my imminent retirement.
I can now tell you that these were all true..
And it is my pleasure to introduce you to the two gentlemen...
who now own the Opera Populaire.
Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles Andre.
I'm sure you've read of their recent fortune amassed in the junk business.
Scrap metal, actually.
They must be rich.
And we are deeply honored to introduce our new patron...
The Vicomte de Chagny.
It's such a coup for us, my dear.
It's Raoul.
Before my father died at the house by the sea...
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.
Vicomte, gentlemen, Signora Carlotta Giudicelli...
our leading soprano for five seasons now.
Brava!
Signor Ubaldo Piangi.
An honor, signor.
I believe I'm keeping you from your rehearsal.
I will be here this evening to share your great triumph.
- My apologies, monsieur. - Thank you, Monsieur La 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 particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, 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, Monsieur Firmin.
Very promising.
Daae, did you say?
No relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
His only child. Orphaned at seven...
when she came to live and train in the ballet dormitories.
An orphan, you say?
I think of her as a daughter also.
Gentlemen, if you would kindly stand to one side.
Hannibal's friends!
Not on my dress!
The trumpeting elephants sound
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to their step on the ground
Hear the drums!
Hannibal comes!
All day! All they want is the dancing!
The Vicomte is very excited about tonight's gala.
Allora. Allora.
I hope he is as excited by dancing girls...
as your new managers, because I will not be singing!
It's finito. Finished. Get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye.
- What do we do? - Grovel.
See you later, I'm going now. It is finished.
Great beauty.
Princess. Beautiful diva.
Goddess of song.
Monsieur Reyer...
isn't there a marvelous aria for Elissa in Act 3 of Hannibal?
- Perhaps the signora... - Yes. But, no!
Because I have not my costume for Act 3 because somebody not finish it!
And I hate my hat!
But, I wonder, signora, as a personal favor...
if you would oblige us with a private rendition?
Unless, of course, Monsieur Reyer objects.
If my managers command.
- Monsieur Reyer? - If my diva commands.
Yes, I do.
Everybody very quiet.
Monsieur Lefevre, why exactly are you retiring?
- My health. - 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 back and be free
Signora!
He's here. The Phantom of the Opera.
Signora, are you all right?
Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there?
Please, monsieur, don't look at me.
As God's my judge, I wasn't 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 three years, these things do happen.
And did you stop them from happening? No.
And you two, you are as bad as him.
"These things do happen?"
Until you stop these things from happening...
this thing does not happen!
Amateurs.
Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving.
Gentlemen, good luck.
If you need me, I shall be in Australia.
Signora Giudicelli, 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 5 empty...
for his use.
And reminds you that his salary is due.
His salary?
Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20, 000 francs a month.
20, 000 francs?
Perhaps you can afford more, with the Vicomte as your patron?
Madam, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight...
when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala.
But, obviously, we shall now have to cancel...
as it appears we have lost our star.
But surely there must be an understudy?
There is no understudy for La Carlotta.
A full house, Andre.
We shall have to refund a full house.
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
What, a chorus girl? Don't be silly.
She has 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.
All right.
Come on, don't be shy.
Come on. Come along. Just...
From the beginning of the aria then, please, 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 way
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
Think 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 seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me
But I remember her
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think
of me
Brava!
Magnifica!
Stupenda!
Brava
Brava, bravissima
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'd 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 would be protected by an angel.
An angel of music.
Christine, do you believe?
Do you think the spirit of your father is coaching you?
Who else, Meg?
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 calis 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're talking in riddles
And it's not like you
Angel of Music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Who is this angel?
This Angel of Music, hide no longer
Secret and strange angel
He's with me even now
Your hands are cold
All around me
Your face, Christine, it's white
It frightens me
Don't be frightened
No!
You did very well, my dear.
He is pleased with you.
Ah Vicomte.
I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daae.
Perhaps we could present her to you, dear Vicomte?
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind...
this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied.
Thank you.
- It would appear they've met before. - Yes.
"Little Lotte let her mind wander."
"Little Lotte thought."
"Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, or shoes?"
Raoul.
"Or of riddles, or 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," Lotte 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
You sang 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.
No doubt of it.
- And now we 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 Lotte.
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
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 spirit and my voice - My spirit and your voice
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside 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 defenses
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor
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
Savor 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 in his skin.
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew.
You must be always on your guard.
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso.
Oh, my!
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 hell
But secretly
yearns for heaven secretly
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, secretly
Oh, Christine
Come, we must return.
Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you.
"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 hit!
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?
It seems you've got one too
"Dear Andre, what a charming gala"
"Christine was, in a word, sublime"
"We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left"
"On that note, the diva's 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 is mocking our position
- In addition he wants money - What a funny apparition
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, then who did?
- Where is he? - 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 worse for wear, as far as we 're concerned
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best 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 amiable nature..."
"detailing how my theater 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
Calis 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 5...
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 - Whatever next?
- It's all 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!
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
Appease her
You're only saying this to please me!
I will not listen.
You thus insult the honor of your prima donna?
Padre mio! Dio!
Who scorn his word, beware to those
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
Where did she go?
Signora, sing for us Don't be a martyr
What new surprises lie in store?
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 theater!
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!
She has heard the voice of the 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
Orders! Warnings!
Lunatic demands are regular occurrences
Think how you'll shine in that final encore
Surely there 'll be further scenes worse than this
I must see 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 demur, 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! - For, if his curse is on the 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!
Go on, 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 be suspect her God protect her!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
This faithless lady's bound for Hades
Shame! Shame! Shame!
Serafimo, your disguise is perfect
Why, who can this be?
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband
That's exactly the sort of thing the public loves.
My love, I am called to England on affairs of state
And must leave you with your new maid
Though I would happily take the maid with me.
The old fool is leaving.
It's the Countess de Charbourg!
She's invited us to her salon, you know.
Nothing like that ever happened to us in the 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
Time I tried to get a better better half
Poor fool, he doesn't know
If he knew the truth, he 'd never ever go
Did I not instruct that Box 5 was to be kept empty?
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera.
It's him.
Your part is silent, little toad.
A toad, madam?
Perhaps it is you who are the toad.
Why you spray on my chin all the time?
Serafimo, away with this pretence
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my...
Gentlemen, please.
Poor fool, he makes me laugh
She's lost her voice.
Mother!
Bring the curtain in, please, will you?
Get off.
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.
Thank you.
Go, hurry up.
Until then, we would crave your indulgence for a few moments.
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet...
- from Act 3 of tonight's opera. - What?
Maestro, the ballet. Bring it forward, please.
- The ballet. - The ballet, now, please!
Page one. No, page 192.
Thank you.
You're fired.
- Are you all right? - Raoul, we're not safe here.
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Do not panic. It's simply an accident.
An accident.
- Why have you brought me here? - We can't go back there
- We must return - He'll kill you!
- His eyes will find us there - Christine, don't say that
- Those eyes that burn - Don't even think it
If he has to kill a thousand men
Forget this waking nightmare
- The Phantom of the Opera will kill - The Phantom is a fable
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 my mind
There is no Phantom of the Opera
Raoul, I've been there
To his world of unending night
To a world where 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, Christine
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
- Monsieur Andre. - Monsieur 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 of all the city
What a pity that the 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 of 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?
Curl 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
- Three months of relief! - Of delight!
Of Elysian peace
- And we can breathe at last - No more notes
- No more ghost - Here's to health
- Here's a toast to a prosperous year - To our friends who are here
And may our splendor never fade
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. They'll see.
Well then 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
- You will understand in time - I'll 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
Your chains are still mine You belong to me
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 of 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 dormitories of the opera house.
See the wonder from the East.
Come. Come. Come inside.
Come and see the devil's child.
Devil's child.
Murderer.
Which way?
That way.
He's getting away.
I hid him from the world and its cruelties
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. - Where to, mademoiselle?
The cemetery.
To my father's grave, please.
Where have they gone?
The cemetery.
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing.
Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music.
Her father promised her.
You were once
My one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once
A friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed
If I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you
Won 't help me to do
All that I dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you
The wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say
Goodbye
Help me say
Goodbye
Wandering child, so lost so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
Angel or father? Friend or phantom?
Who is it there staring?
Have you forgotten your angel?
Angel, oh, speak what endless longings
Echo in this whisper
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze
Wildly my mind beats against you
- You resist yet your soul obeys - Yet the soul obeys
- Angel of Music, you denied me - Angel of Music, I denied you
Turning from true beauty
- Angel of Music, do not shun me - Angel of Music, do not shatter
Come to your strange angel
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
No, Christine! Wait!
Wait!
Raoul.
Whatever you believe, this man, this thing is not your father.
No, Raoul.
No.
Not like this.
Now, let it be war upon you both.
We have all been blind
And yet the answer is staring us in the face
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend
- We 're listening - Go on
We shall play his game
Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace
For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend
We are certain the doors are barred
- We are certain the police are there - We are certain they're armed
The curtain falls, his reign will end!
Raoul, I'm frightened.
Don't make me do this.
Raoul, it scares me.
Don't put me through this ordeal by fire.
He'll take me.
I know.
We'll be parted forever.
He won't let me go.
What I once used to dream I now dread.
If he finds me, it won't ever end.
And he 'll always be there singing songs in my head
He 'll always be there singing songs in my head
You said yourself
He was nothing but a man
Yet while he lives
He will haunt us
Till we 're dead
Twisted every way what answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey?
Do I have any choice?
He kills without a thought he murders all that's good
I know I can't refuse and yet, I wish I could
Oh, God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me
In this, the Phantom's Opera
Christine, Christine
Don't think that I don't care
But every hope and every prayer
Rests on you now
Seal my fate tonight
I hate to have to cut the fun short
But the joke's wearing thin
Let the audience in
Let my opera begin
Here the sire may serve the dam
Here the master takes his meat
Here the sacrificial lamb
Utters one despairing bleat
Poor young maiden!
For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets
Serve the meal and serve the maid
Serve the master so that
when tables, plans and maids are laid
Don Juan triumphs
Once again!
Passirino, faithful friend
Once again recite the plan
Your young guest believes I'm you
I, the master, you, the man
When you met, you wore my cloak, she could not have seen your face
She believes she dines with me in her master's borrowed place
Furtively we 'll scoff and quaff stealing what, in truth, is mine
When it's late and modesty starts to mellow with the wine
You come home! I use your voice, slam the door like crack of doom!
I shall say, "Come hide with me!" "Where?" "Of course my room!"
Poor thing hasn't got a chance
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword Conquest is assured
If I do not forget myself and laugh
No thoughts within her head
But thoughts of joy
No dreams within her heart
But dreams of love
Master
Passirino
Go away for the trap is set
And waits for its prey
You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now
Has been silent
Silent
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses
completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts
You've decided
Decided
Past the point of no return
No backward glances
Our games of make-believe are at an end
Past all thought of if or when
No use resisting
Abandon thought
And let the dream descend
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no
Return
You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence
Silence
I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided
Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion play has now at last begun
Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we 're one?
When will the blood begin to race?
The sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames at last consume us?
Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed
So stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no
Return
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Lead me save me from my solitude
Say you want me with you here beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too
Christine
That's all I ask of
Oh, my God, no. Piangi, my love!
Mi amore!
Oh, my God!
We're ruined, Andre. Ruined.
Where did he take her?
Come with me, monsieur. I will take you to him.
But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes.
I'll come with you.
No, Meg, no. You must stay here.
Come with me, monsieur. Do as I say.
No.
Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind
Down that path into darkness deep as hell
Why you ask was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin but the wickedness of my abhorrent face
Track down this murderer! He must be found!
Hounded out by everyone Met with hatred everywhere
No kind words from anyone No compassion anywhere
Christine
Why?
Keep your hand at the level of your eyes
This is as far as I dare go.
Thank you.
Have you gorged yourself at last in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?
That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood
Has also denied me the joys of the flesh
This face, the infection which poisons our love
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
This haunted face
Holds no horror for me now
It's in your soul
That the true distortion lies
Wait, I think, my dear, we have a guest!
- Sir. - Raoul.
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 - Let me go
Free her
Do what you like, only free her
Have you no pity?
Your lover makes a passionate plea
- Please, Raoul, it's useless - I love her
Does that mean nothing? I love her
Show some compassion
The world showed no compassion to me.
Christine
Let me see her
Be my guest, sir
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?
Order your fine horses now
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes
Nothing can save you now, except perhaps 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
The tears I might have shed for your dark fate
Grow cold and turn to tears of hate
Christine, forgive me, please forgive me
- I did it all for you - Farewell, my fallen idol...
and false friend
Too late for turning back
Too late for prayers and useless pity
- Say you love him - All hope of cries for help
And my life is over
No point in fighting
- For either way you choose - Either way you choose
- You cannot win - He has to win
So do you end your days with me
Or do you send him to his grave?
Why make her lie to you to save me?
- Past the point of no return - Angel of Music
Christine, say no
Don't throw your life away for my sake
His life is now the prize which you must earn
I fought so hard to free you
- You've passed the point of no Return - Angel of Music
You deceived me
I gave you my mind blindly.
You try my patience. Make your choice.
Pitiful creature of darkness what kind of life have you known?
God give me courage to show you you are not alone
Take her, forget me. Forget all of this.
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 Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below
Go now go now and leave me
Masquerade
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face, so the world will never find you
Christine, I love
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
You alone can make my song take flight
It's over now
The music
Of the night
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you?
Comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dream that out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You've always known
Your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to love
Life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived
Life can be loved alone