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: There is no phantom of the opera.
: Think of it! A secret engagement. Look, your future bride! Just think of it! Raoul
: But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me. Christine
: No Raoul, Please don't, they'll see. Raoul
: Well, then, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime!
: Christine, what are you afraid of? Christine
: [unison with Raoul
] Let's not argue. Raoul
: [unison with Christine
] Let's not argue. Christine
: Please pretend; you will understand in time!/I can only hope that I understand in time!
: [to Christine, as he sees Raoul, come to rescue her
] Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. Sir, Christine
: Raoul! The Phantom
: this is indeed an *unparalleled* delight. I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true, you have joined and made my night. Christine
: [Struggling to get away from the Phantom who has drawn her to his side
] Let me go! Raoul
: Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity? The Phantom
: [Mockingly to Christine
] Your lover makes a passionate plea! Christine
: Please Raoul it's useless. Raoul
: I love her! Does that mean nothing I love her! Show some compassion! The Phantom
] The world showed no compassion to me! Raoul
: Christine, Christine, let me see her. The Phantom
: Be my guest, sir.
: The angel sees, the angel knows. Raoul
: Why did Christine fly from my arms?
] 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. Raoul
] What you heard was a dream and nothing more. Christine
] Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore...
: Christine forgive me, please forgive me. I did it all for you and all for nothing!
: Say you love him, and my life is over!
: 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... 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. Raoul
: What you heard was a dream and nothing more.
] Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity? The Phantom
: [to Christine, mocking and humourous
] Your lover makes a passionate plea. Raoul
: I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion... The Phantom
: [Suddenly enraged
] The world showed no compassion to me!
] Why make her lie to you to save me?
: I fought so hard to free you!
: Say you love me. Raoul
: You know I do.
: 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.
: [singing softly to Christine
] ... 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...
: [about the Phantom
] He's a genius. He's an architect and designer, he's a composer and magician... a genius, monsieur! Raoul
: ...but clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.
: For pity's sake, Christine, say no! Don't throw your life away for my sake! I fought so hard to free you...
: Anywhere you go, let me go too. / Love me, that's all I ask of you.
: You said yourself, he was nothing but a man, yet while he lives, he will haunt us 'til we're dead.
: [Christine is being lured towards the Phantom, tricked into thinking he is the spirit of her father
] No! Christine, wait! Christine
: Raoul! Raoul
: Whatever you believe, this man - this thing - is not your father!
[the Phantom appears and attacks Raoul
] I know who sent this: The Vicomte - her lover! Raoul
: Indeed! Can you believe it?
] Is this not the letter you wrote? Firmin
] And what is it we are meant to have wrote?
[spoken, correcting himself
: [to himself
] A collector's piece indeed... every detail, exactly as she said... will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?
: Why have you brought me here? Christine
: We can't go back there. Raoul
: We must return. Christine
: He'll kill you, his eyes will find us there. Raoul
: Christine don't say that. Christine
: Those eyes that burn. Raoul
: Don't even think it.
: Why have you brought me here?... Christine
: We can't go back there... Raoul
: We must return. Christine
: He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there... Raoul
: Christine, don't say that... Christine
: Those eyes that burn. Raoul
: Don't even think it. Christine
: And if he has to kill a thousand men... Raoul
: The Phantom is a fable, Belive me. Christine
: The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again! Raoul
: There is no Phantom of the Opera. Christine
] My gosh, who is this man...
: Who hunts to kill? Raoul
: ...this mask of death? Christine
: I can't escape from him... Raoul
: Whose voice you hear? Christine
: I never will. Raoul
: With every breath. Christine
] And in this labyrinth, where night is blind. The Phantom of the Opera is
: , inside
] I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her. Show some compassion! The Phantom
: The world showed no compassion to me!
] Say you'll share with me one love. One lifetime. Raoul
] Say the word and I will follow you. Christine
] Share each day with me each night. Each morning. The Phantom
] You alone can make my song take flight. It's over now the music of the night!
] I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music. Raoul
: Angel of darkness, cease this torment! The Phantom
: [singing while Raoul speaks the next line
] I am your angel of music! Come to me angel of music! I am your angel of music! Raoul
: [while The Phantom sings the above
] Christine! Christine! Listen to me. Whatever you may believe, this man, this-this *thing* is not your father! Let her go! For God's sake let her go! Christine! Christine
[She snaps out of The Phantom's control
] The Phantom
: Bravo, Monsieur! Such spirited words!
[He cause flames to shoot out at Christine and Raoul
: More tricks, Monsieur? The Phantom
: Let's see, Monsieur, how far you dare go.
: More deception? More violence? The Phantom
: That's right! That's right! Keep walking this way! Raoul
: You can't win her love by making her your prisoner! The Phantom
: [He continues to throw up more flames
] I'm here. I'm here, Monsieur! The angel of death! Come on, come on. Don't stop! Don't stop! So be it. Now let there be war upon you both!
[He disappears in a fireball
: It isn't fair. Madame Giry
: We need to think. Christine Daaé
: I need some air. Raoul
: I need a drink.
: Look at you/Deep in debt/Stinking drunk, pitiful/Shall we two/Make a bet/Devil take the hindmost. Raoul
: Look at you/Foul as sin/Hideous, horrible/Call the stakes/Deal me in/Devil take the hindmost. The Phantom
: Our Christine/Shall choose tonight. Raoul
: Let her choose. The Phantom
: Is she yours or mine? Raoul
: Draw the line! The Phantom
: If she sings/You lose tonight. Raoul
: I won't lose. The Phantom
: You leave from here. Raoul
: Fine. The Phantom
: Disappear. Raoul
: Fine! And if she won't?/If I win? The Phantom
: All your debts/Wiped away. Raoul
: Very well/Let's begin. The Phantom
: [shaking hands, singing
] Devil take the hindmost.
: Do you believe in God, Mr. Dutton? Richard
: Yes. Hawkins
: Good. Because it's going to take a leap of faith for you to understand what I'm about to tell you. The Phantom is real. It has a name. Erik Destler. Richard
: But that's just a story. Hawkins
: I know the legend as well as you. He sold his soul to the devil so the world would love him for his talent. The devil had a price. He mutilated his face so terribly, that no one could stand to love him ever again. Richard
: And it's said the only way to kill the Phantom is to destroy his music. Hawkins
: I don't believe in phantoms or legends, Mr. Dutton, but I do believe in facts. And the fact is, this man - -this creature - -is still alive. Still alive and living under your opera.
: [to Barton
] Perhaps kicking your ass will brighten my spirits?
[Christine has left Raoul and Anatole in her dressing room while she greets a crowd of admirers
] Raoul D'Aubert
: Would you join me for a bit of supper at the Cafe de l'Opera? Anatole Garron
: With pleasure, monsieur. Raoul D'Aubert
: Think we can get through this crowd? Anatole Garron
: Certainly. After all, who'd pay any attention to a baritone and a detective?
: [Harry is asking Christine to go out to lunch with him after she has been dismissed from the opera
] I insist that you come and celebrate. Mrs. Tucker
: Celebrate, Mr. Hunter? Harry Hunter
: Yes, Mrs. Tucker. Today we both got the sack. Christine Charles
: Oh no, Harry. Harry Hunter
: Oh yes, Harry.