The Phantom of the Opera (Il fantasma dell'Opera)

Are you all right?

I hope to have fun tonight.

This way, sir.

He was really kind...

Come on, let go of the rope!

Stop!

-Hey, Gustave! It's lunchtime. Hurry up! -What?

Aren't you tired of hanging there like a spider?

What the hell is that?

Marcel! Pull me up!

-What's wrong? -Help me!

-Help me! -Let's lift him up! Quickly!

Help me!

Oh, my God!

Help me, Marcel!

Help me! Marcel, help me!

Who's there?

Who's there?

Is anyone there?

Christine, where are you?

I was looking all over for you, my little bird.

Come, we have to try your costume.

Oh, my goodness. I'll come in a minute, okay?

Excuse me?

Nothing, my Lady.

I thought you said something.

No, I didn't.

But it's true. I was thinking about you. Thoughts that made me feel surprised.

And I'm not easily surprised.

You were thinking about me. Why?

Because your beautiful voice fills my heart with a heavenly light.

Who...?

Listening to you is sublime.

Wonderful.

But this is our secret.

Don't tell anyone.

-You will know the next time we meet up. -How?

When you hear my thoughts, you will know where to go.

Yes. I can hear you.

Christine. Christine Daae.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

Gosh! It's so cold.

No!

No!

Her beautiful eyes are so sad

She has a fever

She doesn't even talk to me

My dear, you're different lately.

It's not just me saying that.

Your mind is always off to somewhere else.

Don't tell me you're afraid because of Carlotta?

-She's jealous. - I know.

Of course, if I were ugly like a crow,

and smelled of sweat like her...

I would be jealous, too.

Come in.

-Someone sent these roses. -We couldn't tell it.

-For Miss Daae. -Put them over there.

- I didn't think they were for me. -Thank you, Kiki.

Thank you.

They're wonderful. You're so lucky.

That must have been very expensive.

It must be from a great fan of yours.

-Baron Raoul de Chagny sent them. -The one who drools over you!

Don't tell me you're in love with that petty man.

Where are you?

What?

Marc!

Thank you!

Yes, I know she hates me.

What should I do?

This Maison is a real mess! It's scandalous!

Screw it!

Yes, sir. I'll be right over.

This Degas is an incredible artist.

Yes, incredible indeed.

Did you bring some sweets for our charming little protegees”?

Obviously.

I have four pounds of Swiss chocolate.

-Good morning, doctor. May I come in? -My dear Montluc, even if I'd say no,

-you would come in anyhow. -Nothing gets past Le Coq Républicain.

Or your greedy mouth.

Mr. Ignace, you're in charge of rodent control at the Opera. Right?

Correct. For eight years.

I captured 4,837...

of those dirty damn beasts!

I collect their tails in formaldehyde.

-You're very good at your job. -The best!

They say somebody forced you to stick your hand in a rat trap.

It wasn't somebody. It was nothing!

What do you mean, "nothing"?

It was like an invisible force. A mysterious force!

A creature from hell.

Doctor, it hurts!

-Is that my thumb? -I'm afraid so.

Damn it!

I can see my bone!

Strange things are happening at the Paris Opera House.

Le Coq Républicain is determined to pursue its investigation.

-Are you afraid of me? -No. I'm cold.

Your scent. Your female scent...

flows in my veins like ocean waves.

-Your scarf... -Take it, it's yours.

-It's yours. -Yes.

Christine, together we could do great things.

Soon, the whole world will be at your feet.

Our lives will be a joyful and happy celebration.

Believe me.

I believe you.

-Trust me. - I trust you.

My sweet darling. My love.

-Did you get the tools? -Yes, I did.

Give me the hammer.

Listen.

-What are you doing here? -You know what?

No. What?

- I saw him! -Who?

The Phantom!

Are you drunk, maybe?

No. I saw him with my own eyes. Like I see you now.

-Come on, enough! - I swear!

I followed him.

-It was something... -Something what?

Great!

-Great? Go on! -Yes.

Not here, darling.

Meet me after work.

But one thing is for sure...

your Alfred is a hero.

Legend? It's not a legend, Mr. Journalist. Believe me.

Ghost aren't real, here or elsewhere.

I don't know about elsewhere.

But here at the Opera House,

I can assure you he's real.

Want proof? I met him right here,

in this box!

-In this box? -Yes.

It's undergoing a restoration

and none of us likes coming here.

And what does this Phantom look like?

I haven't had the guts to look at him.

Of course.

It gets cold when he comes by.

Really?

They say he loves deepness, darkness,

and that he's been living here underground since before the theater was built.

Do you know this theater has four floors under the stage?

Moreover, it seems down there there's life, a river and lakes!

Don't you think it's very cold suddenly?

Come on. Let's go.

No phantom can scare your Alfred. Not one.

I fought in the Versailles riot!

Are you sure he didn't see you?

Don't be silly. He can't have eyes in his back!

I followed him like a leopard. His hideout is underneath.

I walked through hundreds, thousands of tunnels.

I went across passages heading to dark caverns.

Shit. When I think of it...

When you think of what?

Thank God I left marks to come back, otherwise I'd still be there.

Alfred, why did you take such a big risk?

-There's treasure down there. A fortune. -A treasure”?

A fortune? Are you serious?

What else would you hide down there?

Just think, my darling.

If you marked the path, we can follow it again.

It will be easy. A real treasure!

-And it waits for us! We deserve it. -You bet.

We deserve it. Right.

We could live like royalty does!

Alfred?

What?

Chocolate? And you?

Excuse me. Who is that man who sketches all the time?

Edgar Degas, the artist.

He likes drawing dance school pupils.

Others give them chocolate.

Do you like it?

-Good morning. -Milady.

I should be very angry with you, Mr. de Chagny.

What have I done that's so terrible?

You know very well.

On my honor, I swear I don't. My only crime is that I have met you.

How can I put into words what I feel in my heart?

Your flowers are wasted on me.

I've never liked roses.

You don't like roses?

I prefer simpler flowers.

However, the language you used in your letter...

How can I say it?

It's difficult to explain what I felt by reading it.

For the first time in my life...

I felt like someone could understand me.

It was as if I'd just found a lost friend.

I would like to be your friend.

Will you allow it?

Raoul...

I'll allow you to be the brother I never had.

And if we have to face the Phantom?

I'll gut him, I promise.