The Hunchback of Notre Dame Page #5

- I can.

- You are a woman.

So you won't love me after tonight?

Perhaps not.

Let's get away from here.

There is somebody near us.

- I'm afraid.

- We'll stay, my love.

Murder!

Murder, murder!

Captain Phoebus has been killed.

Captain Phoebus has been killed.

Murder!

The Gypsy, she did it.

There's the knife. Arrest her.

Bertrand, Guillaume,

why don't you stop him?

It's impossible.

We can't make him stop.

Something's happened to him.

He's going mad.

We've tried everything.

We can't even reach him.

Go and get more help.

We must stop him.

He'll awaken all Paris.

He's stopped.

- Jean.

- Claude.

- I've been looking for you.

- Good. I am glad you came.

We couldn't stop Quasimodo.

I thought he'd gone mad.

Where have you been?

I've been waiting for you all evening.

Oh, let's go down to my room.

I have a surprise for you.

I want you to hear some new music.

There's a young Italian composer.

He's written the most beautiful things,

and you must listen...

What's the matter?

You may not want a murderer

in your room.

What do you mean?

I have killed a man...

...out of love for a woman

who has bewitched me.

I know she is the trap

that Satan has set for me.

You are the servant of God.

You must help me.

Claude, speak.

"He that smiteth a man,

so that he shall die...

"...shall be surely put to death."

God also says, "I shall appoint a place

where thee shall flee."

I can't help a murderer.

Then she must die.

Who must die?

This Gypsy girl

who has made me a murderer.

- But, she is not guilty.

- Yes, she is.

She has bewitched me.

Therefore, she must die.

Die for your crime?

That's devil's logic.

You can't believe that.

I do.

A sorceress once bewitched

Bruno de Firenze.

He had her burned, and was saved.

This girl's death shall be my redemption.

You're mad.

You can't commit another crime.

Your conscience won't let you.

There is no crime I would not commit

to free myself of her.

Then my duty is to help the girl, not you.

Claude!

You are my brother.

I am no longer your brother.

Who's there?

Gringoire.

Darling.

You don't believe I killed him.

I know you didn't.

How's Aristotle?

- I have a cabbage for him.

- Thank you, for Aristotle.

Your hands are like ice.

You aren't afraid, are you?

Not now.

Oh, Gringoire...

Why did I ever come to Paris?

Don't cry, darling.

I keep thinking and thinking...

... how I came here to soften

the king's heart toward my people...

...and how my own silly heart

betrayed me.

- For that, I deserve to die.

- You will not.

I will get you free.

You will look after my people

when I'm gone.

Don't talk like that.

Yes, darling.

Forgive me...

...even though it is too late.

For what?

About...

...Captain Phoebus.

Even before he was killed,

I knew he really didn't love me.

- I've been a fool.

- Don't speak of it.

- You're not angry with me?

- Never.

Thank you, Gringoire.

- I hear someone coming.

- Don't leave me. Don't leave me.

I must work to get you free.

- What is it?

- Quiet. I hear somebody talking.

It seems to come from over there.

Look, it's Quasimodo.

How can we save her?

How can we save her?

How can we save her?

Here, here is the appeal.

Quick, Master Fisher. Quick!

- We'll print it at once.

- To the people of Paris.

Not so fast. I must get the type ready.

How soon can we get

the first 100 copies?

- Tomorrow.

- Good, good.

But, who will distribute them?

Every student, every beggar

in the Court of Miracles will help us.

Let me see.

Parisians, day after day

innocent people disappear.

Some die on the gallows,

others are buried alive in dungeons.

By order of His Honor, the High Justice...

...destroy this devilish apparatus.

You may destroy the form,

but not the spirit.

Parisians, mark my words.

Today it is an innocent Gypsy girl.

Tomorrow it may be your brother

or your children or yourselves.

Parisians, let us appeal to the king.

- Witness...

- Let us...

...this is not a public square.

If you do not observe the dignity

of this court, I'll put you in prison.

Close the door.

Silence! Silence in the court.

Show them the evidence.

Witness, does this dagger

belong to the Gypsy?

Yes.

Is it the dagger

that killed Captain Phoebus?

How could she have killed a man

so much stronger than herself?

It is obvious she was just trying to

defend herself against the real murderer.

You know she's innocent.

These witnesses have proved it.

Sit down.

Silence. Silence in the court.

Your Honor, surely it's time to use

the torture on this stubborn wench.

Not yet. Bring in the other prisoner.

Silence. Silence in the court.

Now the witchcraft is proved.

It is evident that the girl

and the goat worked together.

I protest in the name of commonsense.

In the name of man...

... who's not to be judged

by stupid superstition and prejudice.

Remove the witness.

It's a shame when the fate of a girl

depends on the behavior of a goat.

If the goat doesn't know

the human language...

... why don't the judges learn

the goat's language?

Do you still deny

that Satan is your master?

That you were sent to destroy

man's body and soul...

...and deliver him into hell?

I am innocent.

Show her what she has to expect...

...if she refuses to admit her guilt.

It wasn't her.

If you want to know who it was,

it was me.

Silence in the court. Silence!

Do you confess now?

I am innocent.

Your Honor, in view of the late hour,

and the prisoner's attitude...

...there is nothing left but the torture.

Proceed. The court will adjourn.

What do you think?

She is as innocent as I am

of killing the captain.

She'll confess under torture.

- They all do.

- I hate to see her hang.

- Is the doctor here?

- Yes.

Proceed.

Mercy...

Mercy...

Mercy...

Your Honor...

Your Honor, His Majesty, the king,

is in the courtroom.

No, no. Let's stay back here.

I detest trials...

...but our archbishop has made

my existence unbearable...

...with his appeals on behalf of this girl.

Your Majesty's presence here

should satisfy His Grace.

Silence. Silence in the court.

Your Honor, the prisoner has confessed all.

Monsieur Procurator,

we are ready to hear your requisitions.

Since the witchcraft is proved,

and the crime exposed...

...we declare that we require penance...

- What is he saying?

- He's demanding the death penalty.

...before the great portal of Notre Dame...

...and a sentence by virtue of which

this witch, together with her goat...

...shall be executed

in Place de Notre Dame.

We will now take the vote.

Wait.

What's this?

Blood.

Did you confess under torture?

Yes, but...

...I am innocent.

You say you are innocent.

They say you are guilty.

I'll find out.

Untie her.

Come here.

Let us submit her to trial by ordeal.

Is this the dagger found in her hand?

Here is my dagger.

If you touch yours,

you will be judged guilty.

If you touch mine, you will be innocent.

Blindfold her.

Choose.

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