PHANTOM (very enticing)
Wandering child
So lost...
So helpless...
Yearning for my
Guidance...

(Bewildered, Christine looks up, and murmurs breathlessly)

CHRISTINE
Angel... or father...
Friend... or
Phantom...?
Who is it there
|staring...?
|
|PHANTOM (more and more hypnotic)
\Have you
Forgotten
Your Angel...?

CHRISTINE
Angel... oh, speak
What endless
Longings
Echo in this
Whisper...!
PHANTOM
Too long you've wandered
In winter...
Far from my
Fathering gaze...

CHRISTINE
Wildly my mind beats against you...

PHANTOM
You resist...

PHANTOM/CHRISTINE
Yet your/the soul obeys...

|PHANTOM
|Angel of Music!
|You denied me
|Turning from true beauty!
|Angel of Music!
|Do not shun me...
|Come to your strange
|Angel...
|
|CHRISTINE
|Angel of Music
|You/I denied me/you!
|Turning from true beauty!
|Angel of Music!
|My protector...
|Come to me, strange
\Angel...
(Christine moves towards the figure of the Phantom)

PHANTOM
I am your Angel of Music...
Come to me: Angel of Music....

RAOUL
No, Christine, wait!
Wait!

CHRISTINE
Raoul...

RAOUL (in desperartion)
Whatever you may believe, this man...
This thing... is not your father!

(The Phantom jumps out and swings his sword. Raoul and the Phantom sword fight. The Phantom stabs Raoul in the arm. Raoul happens to pin the Phantom down. Before Raoul can stab him, Christine stops him and pulls him away)

CHRISTINE
No, Raoul! No! Not like this...

(They look at the Phantom for a minute. Raoul puts away his sword, they get on his horse and ride off)

PHANTOM (As they are exiting, The Phantom declaims in fury)
Now let it be war upon you both!


You understand your instructions?
Sir!
When you hear the whistle, take up your positions
I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It
Is
Essential that all doors are properly secured
Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
Have you got a better idea?
Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?

Give the order
You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this
Box?
Yes, sir.Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if
You have to - but shoot. To kill
How will I know, sir?You'll know
Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this
Will work? Will Miss Daae sing?
Don't worry, Firmin. Andre?
We're in your hands, sir
My men are now in position, sirGo ahead, then
Are the doors secure?
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera
Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the
Times comes!
But, Monsieur le Vicomte
No 'buts'! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is
Right
Seal my
Fate tonight - I
Hate to have to
Cut the fun short
But the joke's
Wearing thin
Let the audience in
Let my opera begin!