The Hunchback of Notre Dame Page #6

The judgement is against you.

I'm sorry.

Gypsy girl...

...on such a day as it shall please

our lord, the king...

...you are to be taken barefoot

with a rope around your neck...

...before Notre Dame

to do public penance.

Thereafter to be hanged on the gallows,

together with your accomplice, the goat.

May God have mercy on your soul.

You've been kind to me.

I kneel before you...

...innocent of crime.

I believe you.

I cannot allow this girl to do

public penance on holy ground...

...because she is not guilty.

Then she will hang

without public penance.

You won't dare.

She is a witch and must die.

Take her away.

Sanctuary... sanctuary...

Sanctuary... sanctuary...

Thank heaven, the sanctuary will save her.

Oh, no, she killed one of us,

and must die, regardless.

We will go to the king,

and force him to suspend sanctuary.

Sanctuary...

But she's my wife. I must see her.

Not now. Believe me, she is safe here.

- But Quasimodo...

- He will not harm her.

- He did once before.

- That was not his fault.

Believe me she is safe now

with Quasimodo.

Eat, eat.

I'm going away...

... so that you don't have to see

my ugly face...

... when you're eating.

Come here.

You called me back.

I'm... I'm deaf, you know.

You would think there would be nothing

more wrong with me, wouldn't you?

But I'm deaf, too.

It's horrible.

I never realized...

...till now how...

...ugly I am.

Because you're so beautiful.

I'm not a man.

I'm not a beast.

I'm about as shapeless...

...as the man in the moon.

I'm deaf, you know...

...but you can speak to me by...

...signs.

Why did you save me?

You...

...asked me why I saved you.

Oh, I tried to carry you off...

...and the next day you gave me...

...a drink of water...

...and a little pity.

Listen...

You must never leave the church...

... or they'II...

...hang you.

And that would kill me.

Yes.

It's good in the church.

It's high, high up...

Look...

People.

Look, little people...

Look, look.

Here...

Up here...

...friends.

Up there...

...babies.

Jacqueline.

Gabrielle.

Guillaume.

Big Marie.

She made me deaf, you know.

I can hear my friends.

Shall I play them for you?

I am proud to be the first to sign.

I never heard of such an outrage.

An imbecile hunchback

takes the law into his own hands...

...and the king approves of it.

We will not be governed

by the shouting of the rabble...

...nor can the judgement of our courts

be willfully set aside by the church.

When the king reads this document...

...and sees the names

of those who signed it...

...he will do away with sanctuary

for all time.

Come, Frollo.

Your signature.

Your name will force the king

to decide in our favor.

That girl must hang,

and this resolution will seal her fate.

I have something to say to you...

What is it, my child?

Gringoire...

Every man in the Court of Miracles

is ready to fight for Esmeralda.

Look at that new weapon.

With this, we save her.

We'll not let those nobles

take away our right of sanctuary.

Don't bother me now.

I've got to finish this appeal to the king.

To the people.

- The printer's waiting.

- Words won't save her.

I have a better way: Force.

I don't believe in force.

My friend, you are a dreamer,

a scribbler, a poet.

What do you want?

To prove your point, or save Esmeralda?

The plague on you

if you don't stop arguing like lawyers.

- Do something.

- Right.

- No, wait.

- Until they hang Esmeralda?

Gringoire, my army of beggars,

thieves and cutthroats is ready to march.

No, no, no, Clopin.

- We must wait.

- What for?

For the effect of my pamphlet

on the population of Paris.

But you forget the power of nobility.

You forget that the king will read this, too.

He failed before when they destroyed

the printing press.

I can't depend on pamphlets.

We march. Get ready.

And this pamphlet, you say,

is being distributed...

...by craftsmen and students

throughout Paris?

Throughout the whole country, sire.

My craftsmen are awakening.

The result of your printing press, sire.

- Lf we had taken...

- Read on, read on.

"The people have faith in their king...

"...and are certain that

so long as the courts...

"...continue to use torture

instead of common sense...

"...he will refuse the nobles' demand...

"...to suspend the sanctuary

of Notre Dame."

A thrust at you, Frollo.

What's that?

Why are they gathering out there?

- Olivier.

- Sire.

What's going on?

The people fear

the nobles' influence upon you, sire.

And have come here to make certain

you will not suspend sanctuary.

What does all this mean?

It's the pamphlet, sire.

I see.

I see.

This poet is cleverer than I thought.

This bold new way of appealing

by printed petition...

...is creating a sort of public opinion...

...that is forcing decisions...

...even on kings.

Impertinent...

...but I like it.

It's different.

Public opinion is dangerous, sire.

Dangerous for whom?

- Your Majesty, the archbishop has arrived.

- Let him come in.

Sire, the pledge of the sanctuary

is being threatened.

- Have you read this?

- I have, sire...

...and all the people are aroused by it.

- Good, my people...

...do your work. Go on.

Destroy these false nobles

who want to be kings.

Hang, pillage, sack them.

On, my people, on.

But, sire, the cathedral...

...Notre Dame... They will destroy it.

- What do you mean?

- Thousand of beggars...

...are afraid that the Gypsy girl

is no longer safe in the church...

...and are storming Notre Dame.

That, I would not endure.

It's all your fault.

- My fault?

- Yes.

If you hadn't interfered

with the execution...

...the girl would have been hanged

and all would be well.

But, sire, the Gypsy girl is innocent.

The trial by ordeal was against her.

Still, she is innocent.

If you're so sure she is innocent...

...you must know the real murderer.

Who is it? Speak up.

Your Majesty...

Who is it you are protecting?

I am waiting for my brother to speak.

Oh, what is this,

a personal matter between you two?

Who is it?

- It's the Hunchback!

- No.

Then who is it?

Who is the murderer?

I am.

I did it, and I would do it again.

I don't understand.

He's madly in love with the Gypsy girl.

And he condemned her to death?

Because she didn't love him.

Frollo, a murderer.

- Who are you?

- Maitre Gringoire.

Oh, the man that wrote the pamphlet.

I would talk to you.

Arrest Frollo. Quick, quick.

Come in, come in.

I, Clopin, king of the beggars...

...summon you, Archbishop of Paris...

...to give up the Gypsy girl.

We've come to save her

from the nobles who want to hang her.

Open the door, Archbishop of Paris...

... or we'll break into your church.

What's all this about?

- Who are you?

- Craftsmen.

- Craftsmen?

- Citizens of Paris.

We have all read

Maitre Gringoire's pamphlet...

...and are here to defend

the sanctity of Notre Dame.

No one shall violate it.

- Not even the nobles?

- Not even the nobles.

I don't believe you.

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