The Hunchback of Notre Dame Page #2

King of the Fools is Quasimodo

"Hail to the king

King of the Fools, cock-a-doodle-doo

"Cock-a-doodle-doo, Quasimodo

Cock-a-doodle-doo, hey..."

I am the true King of Fools.

I battle for beauty,

and the ugly gets crowned.

What greater fool can there be than I?

Stop!

He can't take away our king.

- No bills, only petitions.

- But I need money.

The actors must be paid.

The play was ordered.

- This is no time to ask for money.

- It never is.

So, we go hungry.

Here, don't push.

- Don't push.

- I must see the king. I must.

- Must?

- Hey, you Gypsy.

Let me see your city permit.

Catch her! Stop her!

Stop her!

Stop her!

Sanctuary.

We've got to arrest her. She's a Gypsy.

Church is sanctuary for all.

They can't enter Paris anymore.

It's the law now.

The power of the law

ends at this threshold.

It's no use. The king himself

could do nothing here.

Don't be afraid.

You are safe here.

What have you done?

Why are they after you?

I'm a Gypsy.

That's not your fault. It's an act of God.

Take her to the bell tower.

Quasimodo will look after her.

Quasimodo is not here, Your Grace.

- Where is he?

- I don't know, Your Grace.

Where is my brother?

His Grace is in the vestry,

preparing for the evening service.

Claude...

- I must speak to you.

- What is it?

It's about Quasimodo.

He made a spectacle of himself

before the king and all the people.

- Where is he now?

- Up in his tower.

You must impress upon him, again.

He must have nothing to do

with anybody outside the church.

But you have more influence

over him than I.

He's your foundling, Jean.

You picked him up on the church steps,

not I.

Ever since he was a child,

he has looked to you as his protector.

Quasimodo is back now.

I'll take you to him.

Who's that?

The Virgin Mary, the Mother of God.

The Mother of God.

If we open our hearts to her with faith...

...she comforts us.

How can I speak to her?

Kneel down and pray

as the others are doing.

I've never prayed before...

...but the priest told me...

...you help all those who are in need.

Give me security. Give me happiness.

Give me always a good home.

Give me a rich husband.

Give me beauty.

- Give me a rich harvest.

- Give me prosperity.

Give me happiness.

Take all I have...

...but please help my people.

They are in great need, in great danger.

What are you doing in Notre Dame?

I'm praying.

You cannot pray here. You are a heathen.

Who are you?

You're not a priest,

and yet you look like one.

I am what I wish to be.

- Get up and leave this church.

- No.

You desecrate the very stones

on which you kneel.

- I?

- Yes.

First you dance publicly without shame,

awakening in every man...

...the weak and sinful desire

to look at you.

Dancing isn't sinful to me,

it's like talking.

- Get up.

- Leave me alone.

Your hand...

There's the mark of the devil on it.

You witch!

For saying that, I shall have you hanged.

Now I know who you are.

Mother of God, don't let him hang me.

Protect me. Protect me.

Praying won't help you.

You come from an evil race.

You don't know anything

about my people.

Honest people don't live

by witchcraft and magic.

If we really had the power of magic

do you think...

... we'd choose to be outcasts,

to be poor and persecuted, always?

Surely we'd use it for our own benefit.

All Gypsies should be destroyed

by fire and sword.

You mustn't talk like that in here.

The Mother of God is listening.

I'm a heathen, yet I could be here

all my life and never have an evil thought.

Never speak, just be here.

Look.

That window up there,

glowing in red and blue...

...with the setting sun breaking through...

...and how the light floats

around the tall columns.

They're like the high pines in the forest.

It is so quiet and peaceful here.

Almost quieter than in the woods...

...where the birds chatter and sing

when I come.

You know, the birds and deer

eat out of my hand.

They're not shy at all

when you are kind to them.

I know.

You like animals?

Yes.

You say that?

You?

Then you cannot hate

as much as you pretend to.

Somewhere in your heart

there must be love.

I know...

I see it in your eyes.

God has shown me the goodness in you.

Surely he'll show me a way

to help my people.

Mother of God, you know how Gypsies

are cruelly driven from country to country.

So, you see, I have to speak to the king.

If he is kind, he will do something

to help my people.

Please, do make him listen to me.

He will.

You will be heard...

...but you must give me a good reason.

- They tell me Gypsies are a lot of thieves.

- That's not true, Your Majesty.

Whenever we steal,

it's because we're hungry.

My people have good hearts,

and we love you.

You have a good heart too, sire,

because you've promised to help us.

You little witch. I merely meant

that I might consider it.

Where do you live?

Where shall I send you my answer?

To Notre Dame?

- Yes, Your Majesty.

- Good.

Then I'll send my message here.

Oh, thank you. Thank you!

Thank you, Mother of God.

Thank you. Thank you.

I must go and tell my people.

- Wait.

- Why?

You live here in sanctuary, don't you?

Don't be so disturbed.

You'll enjoy living in the bell tower,

high above all Paris.

I often like to go there, myself.

Come, let me show you.

The bellringer will watch over you.

Don't be afraid.

It's Quasimodo, the bellringer.

He's harmless.

Don't run away.

Come with me.

You beast, you monster! Let me go!

What have I done?

Let me go! Let me go!

Devil! You, unholy monster!

Let her go!

Help!

Help! Save her, save her!

- What's the noise?

- What are you yelling about?

There, it's the Hunchback!

There, the Gypsy dancer,

he's running away with her.

Save her, save her!

That way, Phoebus.

Stop him, Phoebus.

Take her. Take the girl.

Where's everybody running to?

What's happened?

- The guards have caught someone?

- A criminal.

- Who is it?

- It's the Hunchback.

- Let me hang him.

- Leave that to the law.

Don't let him get away.

Tie him up well.

Stop that biting,

or I'll knock your teeth out.

What's your name?

Esmeralda.

I'll remember it, and I'll see you again.

Come on, you beast! Come on!

Come on, go inside.

No, no. I'd better wait out here.

Never wait for a man, my dear.

- He'll come back.

- He will, sure as his name is Phoebus.

- Congratulations. So you got him.

- Thanks to your help.

- My help?

- Yes, you yelled loud enough.

I would arouse all Paris

against such monsters.

Is the Gypsy girl your sweetheart?

Most special, my dear Captain Phoebus.

And remember, I will repay you, not she.

Pennies, sir...

Pennies, sir...

Pennies, sir...

Pennies, sir...

Where's the king?

He's busy now. You'll have to wait.

The moment I saw her,

she went straight to my heart.

Esmeralda...

...you belong to us now.

Who's the king here?

I, and nobody else,

give the kiss of initiation.

Many of our tribe have found this a haven.

You, too, will find peace...

...and a home here.

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