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the Opera, Christine.

At last, you and I

are going to sing...

You are wrong, monsieur.

I'm sorry, Christine.

They are going to reopen the

Opera, but without you.

Circumstances connected with

the murder of Biancarolli

demand that someone else

sing the role in your place.

But Anatole...

Really?

You may be interested to

know, Monsieur Daubert,

that circumstances connected

with the murder of

Biancarolli demand

that Christine does sing.

Really?

I am aware that your profession

requires a certain self-assurance,

but aren't you

going too far?

Not at all.

I have a plan of my own for

apprehending the murderer.

So you have turned

detective, monsieur?

I have.

Very well,

if it amuses you.

But I advise you to

confine your hobby

to the entertainment of

yourself and your friends.

Now let's not

waste words, monsieur.

I've been assured by

Messieurs Amiot and Lecours

that as soon as the Opera reopens,

Mademoiselle DuBois will sing.

And I might add that my plan

is strictly confidential.

I'm sorry, Christine, but

in my official capacity,

I have had to

order Messieurs Amiot

and Lecours not to

permit you to sing.

But Raoul...

At least not for the present.

And I am not in the least

interested in your plan.

May I have a word with

you alone, Christine?

That's what I came for. May I

speak to you alone, Christine?

But I'm going out.

My carriage is outside.

My carriage is outside.

Well, I'm not

going right now.

I mean,

I'm going later.

I'll wait.

I'll wait.

Monsieur Villeneuve suggested

you might be willing to perform this

service in the cause of justice.

Do you really

think this Claudio

would be tempted to

leave his hiding place

and risk his life merely

to hear his own concerto?

Played by Franz Liszt himself?

Do you doubt it, Maestro?

So many crimes have been

committed in the name of music.

It seems only fair to

use it now to avert one.

I'm at your service,

monsieur.

Thank you, Maestro.

Thank you.

Most exciting, this detective work.

Most exciting.

Well, it's more

than exciting to me.

I had the honor of being

suspected of the crime.

Monsieur

Daubert. Please.

Listen to this, monsieur.

Another note.

How this phantom knows

everything is beyond me.

"If Madame Lorenzi sings, you will

be responsible for what happens.

"This is your last warning."

Our plan is

succeeding, then.

I don't like it, monsieur.

I don't like it.

What is to become

of the Paris Opera?

Policemen everywhere.

It's worse than a racetrack.

How is Madame Lorenzi?

She's enjoying it. Nothing will

keep her from singing now.

Well, you know how

opera singers are.

What with your matron from the

Sret in her dressing room

and that sphinx-like

fellow of yours

waiting to escort

her to the stage,

she feels quite important.

Madame Lorenzi, I trust

you're entirely composed.

Composed?

What are you

talking about?

Why not?

Maestro.

The piano has just

been tuned, Maestro.

And when do we

introduce the concerto?

Probably after the opera.

Inspector Daubert

has a plan of his own,

and we must give

it every chance.

Perhaps you'd enjoy seeing the

opera from the orchestra pit.

Thank you, gentlemen.

If you don't mind,

I'll be quite

comfortable here.

It'll give me the opportunity

to look through the score.

Excuse me.

The overture.

Thank you again,

Maestro.

You men are to remain onstage

throughout the performance.

You are to make yourselves

as inconspicuous as possible

and be on the alert

for anything suspicious.

The only persons who

have business backstage

are the members of the Opera

company, all of whom you know.

That is all.

Christine, I'd much rather

you'd stayed at home.

Surely you understand why I asked

them not to let you sing tonight.

But I couldn't

stay away.

We're introducing a new opera, and

Madame Lorenzi is a great artist, and...

And Anatole Garron

is the baritone.

I'm sorry, Christine.

But I'm really concerned

about what may happen tonight.

I know. I am, too.

Wait for me, please,

in your dressing room.

I'm sorry.

He's here, Gerard.

He's murdered one of our

men and stolen his cape.

He's probably wearing one of the masks.

Watch everyone closely.

Of course, monsieur.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

Come with me,

mademoiselle.

Are you one

of the police?

Where is

Inspector Daubert?

He's investigating the cause of the accident.

I will look after you.

You're not

one of the police.

Don't be frightened.

I'll watch over you.

I've always watched

over you. Come.

Shh!

You'll stay here with me,

my child, won't you?

It's been so

lonely without you,

but you've come to me

at last, haven't you?

Now you'll sing for me,

and I'll play.

And we'll be

together forever.

It's beautiful

down there.

Beautiful.

Come now, my little one.

Christine?

Where's Christine?

Oh, I don't know.

Isn't it horrible?

Hasn't she been here?

I haven't seen her.

There.

You're not frightened

now, are you?

You know I'll not

harm you, don't you?

How could I harm you?

I've always helped you.

Havent I?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, you've always

helped me.

Of course I have.

Biancarolli knows.

She wouldn't let you sing.

She didn't know

how much I love you.

Now she knows.

But it doesn't

matter now.

Nothing matters except

you and me, Christine.

Now you'll sing

all you want,

but only for me.

You will,

won't you, my darling?

Of course.

There's a piano in the Opera foyer.

Let's go there.

You play,

and I'll sing for you.

But you don't understand.

We can't go back there ever.

It was I who made

the chandelier fall.

I for you, Christine.

But I warned them.

I told them there'd be

death and destruction

if they didn't

let you sing. Come.

See?

Didn't I tell you

it was beautiful?

You didn't know we had a lake

all to ourselves, did you?

They've poisoned

your mind against me.

That's why you're afraid.

Look at your lake,

Christine.

You'll love it here when

you get used to the dark.

And you'll love

the dark, too.

It's friendly

and peaceful.

It brings rest and

relief from pain.

It's right under the Opera.

The music comes down in the

darkness, distills it.

Cleanses it of the

suffering that made it.

And it's all beauty.

And life here is

like a resurrection.

Gentlemen, this is more than just

a performance of a new concerto.

The whole future of the Paris

Opera may depend upon it.

Garron. Garron, have

you seen Christine?

No. She's at home.

She came to the Opera House

earlier this evening.

Now she's disappeared.

We can't find her anywhere.

Play, Maestro.

Play.

Christine?

Christine?

Christine?

Christine?

Christine!

Georges, you two search that passageway.

Gerard, go that way.

Be careful. This madman

may do anything now.

Christine!

Christine!

My concerto.

Liszt is playing.

That was a brilliant

idea of yours, Garron.

Perhaps Claudio is up

there now, listening.

It sounds in front of us.

It is in front of us.

The whole place is

ready to crumble.

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