Phantom of the Opera Page #2
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- 1943
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Music is first.
Music is everything.
I understand.
You don't understand.
Women never understand.
But they are docile.
Perhaps you're not
getting enough sleep.
Come later tomorrow,
say midday.
Thank you, monsieur.
Mademoiselle,
remember you have
responsibilities to others
as well as yourself.
I know.
I can never repay you
for what you've done for me.
Good day, monsieur.
Good day.
Would you come
this way, monsieur?
Monsieur Claudio
is here, Signor Ferretti.
Oh! Come in, Claudio.
Come in.
Won't you sit
down a moment?
Thank you.
protg was disappointing today.
Well, an off day
now and then...
You've done a lot
for her, Signor.
Nevertheless, she is making
definite progress, eh?
I was dismissed from the
orchestra last night.
Oh.
Then you will have to withdraw your
support from Mademoiselle DuBois?
Only for a little while, just until
I can secure another position.
I had hoped that you would
continue to instruct mademoiselle.
Claudio, if you don't mind me
saying so, you are a fool.
A man of your age might win a
young girl like Christine DuBois
if he happened
to be the director
of an Opera company
but a poor violinist...
Signor.
We agreed never to
discuss my motives.
Please. Won't you continue
to work with her?
Why should I?
Why should I
assume your burden
after you spent all
your money on her?
The girl means nothing to me.
But her career means more
to me than anything else.
I would never let you lose
anything on her account.
I'm sorry, Claudio.
Really sorry.
If I had the time...
But my expenses are great,
and you must
remember that many
who can pay are
waiting to study with me.
Well, I'll let her
come a few times,
and then I will tell her
she no longer needs me.
But that isn't true.
As a matter of fact,
if you had the money,
she might be launched
on a career very soon.
I assume that
Mademoiselle DuBois
has not the means to pay
for her own instructions.
Why, her month's
salary wouldn't be enough
to pay for one
of your lessons.
But, uh...
But I have written
a concerto.
Now, will you trust me if I can
arrange to have it published?
Every violinist has
written a concerto!
Come, come,
my dear Claudio.
But I have faith in this one,
as much faith as I had
in Mademoiselle DuBois when I
came to you three years ago.
Now, I was right about her, Signor.
And I'm right about this.
Pleyel and Desjardines
are certain to publish
it and they'll give me
a substantial advance.
You'll see.
It's a shame. Pleyel's in
there with his etchings.
Why don't they tell the poor
devil he won't see anyone today
instead of torturing
him like this?
Claudio.
He'll see me?
No. He is too
busy today.
Do you know whether
he's seen my manuscript?
Manuscript?
What manuscript?
My concerto.
I know nothing
about it.
Oh, but you yourself took
the portfolio into him.
If I did, you will
receive it in due time.
Now, my dear, the acid. Be careful,
or you'll burn yourself horribly.
Monsieur Pleyel.
What are you doing here?
I've been waiting to see
you since this morning.
Weren't you told I
couldn't see anyone today?
Yes, but my manuscript. I must
find out about my manuscript.
Would you mind giving this fellow
his manuscript, Georgette?
You'll find it on the desk,
if it's anywhere.
What is your name?
Claudio. Erique Claudio.
Claudio.
No, no, no,
it wouldn't be there.
It's a large manuscript in a portfolio.
It's a concerto.
Well, I'm sorry, but I
don't know where it is.
Oh, but it must be here.
If it is, it will turn up.
Call again in a few days.
You don't understand, mademoiselle.
It's the only copy I have.
It represents
two years' work.
You heard what
the lady said.
But it was brought
into this office.
It must be here!
It must be found!
Did we ask you to bring
your music to us, Claudio?
I've seen samples of
your compositions before.
Perhaps some employee
has thrown this one
into the wastebasket,
where it belongs.
Good night!
You think I was right,
then, Monsieur Liszt?
It's magnificent.
Tell me his name again.
Erique Claudio.
Claudio.
I've tried for years to persuade
Pleyel to publish his work.
But you know how Pleyel feels
about unknown composers.
Pleyel will publish
this, I promise.
That's my music!
I thought I told
you to get out.
Thief.
You've stolen my music.
Thief!
Maurice!
You're choking him!
You've stolen my music!
Thief! Thief!
You've stolen my music!
Argh!
What happened?
Stop him! What's
happened, mademoiselle?
Monsieur Pleyel's
been murdered.
Murdered? By that
madman, that Claudio.
Get a doctor, quickly!
You, get a doctor.
Somebody call the police.
You hear. Get the doctor!
Call police! Police!
Police!
Somebody stop him!
What happened?
Monsieur Pleyel
has been murdered!
He ran down that way.
Not here.
I am sorry, monsieur.
Move on and don't come back
into this district tonight.
Lecours,
how could we ever
have been induced
to accept the management
of this place?
It's not an opera house.
It's a madhouse.
Now this,
"Wanted for murder.
Erique Claudio,
"former violinist
at Paris Opera House.
"Age, 48 years, height 5'8.
"The face has recently
been disfigured by acid."
It's an outrage.
After 20 years
with the Paris Opera,
this miserable Claudio has the
insolence to commit a murder.
After 20 years with the Paris
Opera, a man is capable
of
anything, my dear Amiot.
Come in.
Come in, come in!
Monsieur, there is
Thief?
A costume has been stolen.
And two masks.
That's impossible.
That fool of
a wardrobe woman
must have lost them.
She should have been
dismissed long ago.
She's much too fat.
That's not all. The thief has
broken into the restaurant.
The restaurant?
Yes, monsieur.
There's missing a...
There's missing...
There's missing a bucket of
pickled pigs' feet in vinegar,
a ham,
and a pat.
Call the police at once.
This must be stopped!
Yes, monsieur.
Monsieur, I'm afraid
the police can't stop that.
It's he.
Who?
Please, don't start that
nonsense again, Vercheres.
At your age, you ought to know
that there aren't any ghosts.
Monsieur, you are skeptical,
but I don't like ghosts.
I'm a busy man.
What's that?
Our brilliant stage
manager insists there's
a malicious ghost
prowling about the Opera.
If anything goes wrong, he thinks
this ghost did it!
Oh, Monsieur.
It has a long nose
and a big red beard.
You make me nervous!
It's gone.
Did you hear that, Lecours?
My master key is gone.
Do you realize what
that means, Lecours?
With that key in
his possession,
the thief can
open 2,500 doors!
To say nothing of thousands
of closets and cabinets.
Perhaps the pickled pigs' feet
will kill him.
Oh, you don't
seem to understand.
Why, he can hide everywhere.
The entire police force
couldn't find him here.
You don't seem to realize the
extent of this place, Lecours.
You have never taken
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