Love Never Dies Page #4

Go on.

I think it's beautiful

Hear how each note seems to float?

Hear how they all die and fall?

Just like the night

It's beautiful

This boy...

So very beautiful!

This music...

Music that comes uncontrolled

He plays like me...

Haunting and lovely and bold

He's just 10 years old

Ten years

old!

My God!

Come with me.

I need to show you something.

Follow me. I want to

know what you think!

Have you ever yearned to go past

the world you think you know?

Been enthralled to the call

of the beauty underneath?

Have you let it draw you in past

the place where dreams begin?

Felt the full breathless pull

of the beauty underneath?

When the dark unfolds its wings

do you sense the strangest things?

Things no one would ever guess?

Things mere words cannot express?

Yes!

Do you find yourself beguiled

by the dangerous and wild?

Do you feed on the need

for the beauty underneath?

Have you felt your senses surge

and surrendered to the urge?

And been hooked as you looked

at the beauty underneath?

When you stare behind the night

can you glimpse its primal might?

Might you hunger to possess

hunger that you can't repress?

Yes!

It seems so beautiful!

So strange yet beautiful!

Everything's just as you say!

And he's so beautiful

Perhaps too beautiful

What I suspect cannot be

And yet somehow we both see

the very same way!

Is there music in your head?

Have you followed where it led

and been graced with a taste

of the beauty underneath?

Does it fill your every sense?

Is it terribly intense?

Tell me you need it, too

need the beauty underneath!

When it lifts its voice and sings

don't you feel amazing things?

Things you know you can't confess?

Things you thirst for nonetheless?

It's all so beautiful!

PHANTOM:
Can it be?

Almost too beautiful!

Do you see what I see?

Heavenly!

To him, it's beautiful!

My world is beautiful!

How can this be what it seems?

All of my most secret dreams

somehow set free!

You can feel it?

Yes!

Come closer

Yes!

You've no fear of the beauty underneath?

You can face it?

Yes!

You can take it?

Yes!

You see through to the beauty underneath?

To the splendor?

And the splendor!

And the glory?

Glory!

To the truth of the beauty underneath?

The beauty underneath!

You'll accept it!

GUSTAVE:
Yes!

PHANTOM:

You'll embrace it!

GUSTAVE:
Yes!

Let me show you the beauty underneath!

To the splendor!

Splendor!

And the glory!

And the glory!

To the truth of the beauty underneath!

The beauty underneath!

You'll accept it!

Yes!

You'll embrace it!

Yes!

Let me show you the beauty under...

(GUSTAVE SCREAMS)

MEG:
Gustave!

CHRISTINE:
Gustave! Gustave!

Gustave. It's all right!

It's me!

It's horrible, horrible!

Shh. Don't be frightened.

PHANTOM:
How could you

think I wouldn't guess?

How could you think I wouldn't know?

Do you have something to confess?

I want the truth, right now, if so!

Listen, darling, I want

you to go with Miss Giry

back to the hotel.

All right?

I have to talk

to Mr. Y alone.

Meg, do you mind?

Please? Please.

Once upon another time

you loved me

yet left me alone

But that's not all you did

You left me with a son

Ever since that other time

I've wished you could somehow have known

I kept the secret hid

the secret my marriage forbid

What else could I have done?

Just love

A son!

Just live

My son!

Just give what I could give

and take

what little I deserve

Forgive me.

He sees me and shuns me

as you did once

Take him now, take him and go!

Go now, be free!

But swear one thing to me

He will never, ever know!

I swear it

Believe me

You know you have my word

And I swear this music

won't remain unheard

This music

your music will live again!

One last time

just as I swore!

BOTH:
And soul to soul

we will once more be whole

when I hear you sing

once more

From out of ugliness, such light!

From out of darkness, such a flame!

In him my wrongness is made right

and yet he loathes me, just the same!

So let him shun me in disgust!

Let him flee this cursed face!

If I must hide from him, I must

yet he shall be

my saving grace!

For Christine, my Christine

if it's true, he's my reason to live!

Ah, Christine

then our son shall have all I can give!

Ah, Christine!

All I create on this Earth

all that I'll never be worth

all shall be his!

All shall be his?

Ten long years, and he casts us aside!

Ten whole years, this is how we're repaid!

Ten dark years of toil and tears

and now what we've worked for

will go to that child!

All our hopes

were at last in our grasp!

All the dreams and the plans that we laid!

Everything is vanishing

and we get discarded, rejected, reviled!

All of the bonds in between us, now torn!

All of the love that we gave him foresworn!

All would be ours

if that bastard had never been born!

One more.

Ah, buddy, don't you think you had enough?

It's practically morning already.

One more, I said!

All right.

All right.

My shift is over anyway, so

let's settle the bill, okay?

Jeez, you're in a bad way, ain't ya?

Worse than most that wind up here.

Here's the morning shift. Maybe

he'll know what to do with you.

(SCOFFS)

Yes.

Yes, what to do with me.

That's the question, isn't it?

That's always been the question,

ever since the beginning.

She looks for sympathy

I give her sorrow

She asks for honesty

I've none to borrow

She needs my tender kiss

She begs it of me

I give her ugliness

Why does she love me?

She yearns for higher things

Things I can't give her

The rush that music brings

I can't deliver

And even when she sings

And soars above me

I try to clip her wings

Why does she love me?

One more drink, sir

That's what I need, don't you think, sir?

Leave the hurt behind...

Did you hear me?

Another drink!

She wants the man I was

Husband and father

At least, she thinks she does

She needn't bother

Beneath this mask I wear

There's nothing of me

Just horror, shame, despair

Why does she love me?

How 'bout you, sir?

Tell me, what am I to do, sir?

Leave the hurt behind

Morning, Bernie Coffee, please

Hurry up before I freeze

I'll just take it black

Vicomte.

Fancy meeting you here.

Miss Giry.

Drowning your sorrows, are you?

On the contrary, I'm celebrating

a reunion with old friends.

Friends I had long thought dead and buried.

And you?

Me?

I've been for a swim.

This town is coarse and cold and mean

It's hard to keep your conscience clean

Faceless in the crowd

Anything's allowed

And so I come at dawn each day

Come to wash it all away

Sink into the sea

Blue and cool and kind

Let it set me free

Let the past unwind

Leave the hurt behind

Miss Giry?

What do you think will happen, Vicomte?

At the concert.

Have you thought?

When he hears her sing

again? When she sings...

Miss Giry, I wish I knew.

But I'm afraid her music has always

been somewhat of a mystery to me.

But there's more to this

than the music, monsieur.

Believe me. I saw it.

There's something...

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