CHRISTINE:
(Gustave…)
PHANTOM:
(What is it?)
CHRISTINE:
(Gustave!)
PHANTOM:
(What's wrong?)
CHRISTINE:
(Gustave!)
PHANTOM:
(What's wrong?!)
CHRISTINE:
(He should be here. He was meant to be here!)
PHANTOM:
It’s that idiot, Raoul
Why, I’ll kill that drunken fool!
That he dare take this child
A child that isn’t his!
(Mr. Squelch?!)
SQUELCH:
(Sir?)
PHANTOM:
Seal the port, blockade each road!
Call in every favor that I’m owed!
I’ll be damned if he leaves this isle!
SQUELCH:
The Vicomte de Chagny
Left here in a carriage
Saw with my own eyes, sir
There was no one with him
PHANTOM:
Are you quite certain he left here alone?
SQUELCH:
Sir, was there anyone else here backstage?
PHANTOM:
(Yes, yes…)
Madame Giry, she was here
With her vicious little sneer
And that comment she made
The ungrateful back biting snake!
She’s been greedy, yes, indeed
She’ll get her’s now guaranteed!
Go now quickly
Bring her round!
Bring the boy back safe and sound
Then I’ll tear her limb from limb!
MADAME GIRY:
(What is the meaning of this? How dare your minions manhandle me in this
fashion? I demand an answer!)
PHANTOM:
(The boy, woman. What have you done with him?)
MADAME GIRY:
(The boy? You think I took the boy? Why would I do such a thing?
Do you think I don’t know who he is?)
All these years
Who has been faithful more than I?
No one!
PHANTOM:
(Giry — !)
MADAME GIRY:
All these years, how could you think I’d hurt that child
PHANTOM:
(My patience is running dry —)
MADAME:
All these years
I’ve been mother to you and Christine
As much as my daughter
PHANTOM:
(Enough!)
MADAME GIRY:
Do you think
I don’t know how it hurts
To see one’s child far too off?
PHANTOM:
(Gustave, Gustave, Gustave!)
FLECK:
(Sir?)
I just passed Meg’s dressing room
It was empty as a tomb
But her mirror was smashed
All in pieces on the floor
PHANTOM:
(Meg?)
MADAME GIRY:
(Oh my God…)
FLECK:
And I saw her down the hall
Pulling someone pale and small
And she looked all about
And then scurried out the door
MADAME GIRY:
God I left her, so distraught
Please, who knows just what she thought
I’m afraid she’s come undone
But she won’t hurt him
Meg would never hurt him
How could she hurt him?
PHANTOM:
(I know where they’ve gone, but we must hurry!)
MADAME GIRY:
(In that crowd? There are millions of people out there!)
CHRISTINE:
(Gustave…my poor Gustave!)
PHANTOM:
(There's no time to waste!)
CHRISTINE:
(Gustave!)
CHRISTINE:
(Gustave, Gustave!)
PHANTOM:
(You there, stop!)
CHRISTINE:
(That's not him!)
MADAME GIRY:
(Meg!)
PHANTOM:
(I think I see them! This way!)
CHRISTINE:
(Gustave! Is that — I’m so sorry, forgive me.)
MADAME GIRY:
(Meg, please, it’s okay!)
PHANTOM:
(To the pier! Now! Hurry!)