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!)
[AUDIENCE clamors.]
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!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
