All language subtitles for The Phantom of the Opera.1989.BDrip.720p_track10_[eng]

Taxi!

I need to get to the Bennet Music
Library, at 65th and 3rd.

Meg?

- Meg?
- Over here!

Thank God.

This had better be good.

- It's good.
- Come on, Meg.

What did you find?
I wanna know.

Christine, remember when you said
that you wished

we had something really
unusual for the audition?

- Something really fresh?
- Yeah.

This is very fresh, Meg.

Christine, please. Trust me,
this is a major find.

“Don Juan Triumphant.”

By... Erik... Destler.

- Right.
- Why does that name sound familiar?

I don't know.
It shouldn't.

I had to go through a dozen books
before I could even find a footnote.

It's really weird.
I know I've heard his name before.

It must be another guy.

Here. Look.

Right there.

"Destler, Erik."

"Known primarily for his unfinished
Opera

"Don Juan Triumphant.”

Destler's musical reputation is
overshadowed by his infamy."

Keep on reading.

"He was said to be obsessed with
a young Opera singer...

who disappeared without a trace
the night of Destler's death.

"Authorities believe, though were
never able to prove

"that the composer was
a psychopathic killer

"responsible for the brutal murders

of at least a dozen London
residents."

Isn't that weird?

I mean, composer by day,
serial killer by night.

But it's so gentle.
It's like a lullaby.

I told you. Christine,
we'll blow them away with this.

We can have it down
by tomorrow.

I wanna hear more.

But that's it, that's all I could find.
They were squished between two books.

- Where?
- Over there.

We gotta get out of here.
It's almost midnight.

Well, go grab your things and
I'll be right behind you.

Okay-

“Don Juan Triumphant.”
By Erik Destler.

Yes.

♪ Your eyes see but my shadow

♪ My heart is overflowing

Ready to go?

Are you okay?

What is it?

It's nothing.

Thank you.
Next

Please tell us a little
about yourself.

My name is Christine Day.

I'm second year at Juilliard,

and I've done a couple of things,
mostly classical.

- I've studied with--
- Yes, that's fine.

What are you gonna sing
for us today?

I'm gonna do a piece from
“Don Juan Triumphant.”

By Erik Destler.

Hold the noise,
please!

♪ Your eyes see but my shadow

♪ My heart is overflowing

♪ There's so much you could hope to know

♪ Your comfort is knowing

♪ Tenderly

♪ You could see

♪ My soul...

Christine...

Christine. Come back to me.

Christine...

Christine...

Come back.

What happened?

Christine!
Christine, wake up.

Wake up.
That's it.

Wake up.

Did you see what happened?

Thank God.

Meg?

Of course. It's me.

How did I...

Don't speak.
Let's take you to your room.

Sorry Miss.

I don't know what happened.
It just fell.

I'm sorry.

Come, come, what has happened to
discipline in this company?

Can we get on with it, please?

Positions, everyone!
Let's start again, without Cybil!

Act 3, scene 1--
Marguerite in the garden.

I don't know what happened
but I feel fine.

You better try to
get some rest.

I can't sleep
I'm not tired...

You had a scare.

So strange... but I feel
exhilarated.

I'm on fire.

No bloody wonder.

An American singing with the
London Opera,

understudy to the Diva.

The way Carlotta's screaming
her head off out there

she might lose her voice
by tonight.

You may have to do her part.

- Small chance of that.
- Well, we can dream, can't we?

Sleep-- for me.

- All right?
- All right.

[singing Opera]

Christine.

I tell ya, there's an evil here.

That was no accident of mine.

Ghosts again.

Laugh while you can. I've seen him...
moving on the catwalk.

He's got eyes like fire.

A death mask for a face.

Oh, come on.

Want to know what I think?

I think you were getting
an eyeful of Christine.

You had your hand down your trousers

when you should've been
minding the ropes.

Go to hell.

Come on. There's work to do.

Leave him alone.
We're better off without him.

Joseph.

Joseph.

Yes...
let's have that drink.

So...

Your bumbling was the work
of a ghost.

Nah, Nah.
It was... it was an accident.

But you blamed me.

It won't happen again.

No... it won't.

You're suspended.

You were in fine voice today,
Christine.

It's you, isn't it?

Who else, Christine,
but your teacher,

your angel.

There was an accident.

Something happened.

It's of no importance.

What matters is the music.

Finish the song for me.

But you never show
yourself to me.

I will... soon.
Now sing!

No. The lead.
Carlotta's part.

That's the role you want,
isn't it?

You're the only one
who can sing Marguerite

as it was meant to be sung.

Sing.

[singing Opera]

No!

With passion,
desire.

Your voice and your
heart must be one.

Now sing...
like an angel.

[singing Opera]

You are ready, Christine.

Tonight,
the world will hear you sing.

Tonight?

Tonight,
the world will love you.

Do you mind?

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, Mr. Barton.
Miss Carlotta's expecting you.

Thank you.

Carlotta?

Mr. Barton.
Please come in.

I don't usually see anyone
before a performance.

I'm flattered.

Esther.

Perhaps they'll brighten up this
rat's nest you call a dressing room.

- This is the best room in the house.
- Then the house is lacking... my back.

I have your contract... I think you'll
find everything to your satisfaction.

A larger room would be better.
I barely have enough room for my things.

Yes, well, we can discuss the finer
points later in good faith.

That is for the good and faithful.

That young lady,
Christine --

I want her back in the chorus.

She was lucky enough to play Cybil.
To you, she's just an understudy.

I want her out!

Don't test me, Carlotta.
I could drown you too easily.

Better submerged in bathwater
than mediocrity,

don't you agree?

All you have to
do is sign!

I'll sing.

You think about what
I said.

Esther.

You bitch.

Tell wardrobe to take this in.
It's tailored for a sow.

And hurry.
I need it for the third act.

Yes, ma'am.

Esther!

Help me!

I find it little wonder that the opera
was in the red when we purchased it.

How's that?

For a start,
there's a monthly debit of 300.

No receipt,
no invoice, nothing.

That's a stipend to the opera ghost --
the phantom.

The what?

Phantom's theater tradition, old boy.
Box five's held for him every night.

I know it's silly, but you know how
these artistic people are.

I know how bankers are.

My God Richard, box five
is on the grand tier...

...four seats.
Who actually sits there?

No one. That's the whole point.
It's the phantom's box.

I'm told it wards off the evil
eye or some such thing.

For 300 a month and a private box,
I'll risk a gypsy curse.

On opening night.

No.

No!

- Good evening, Mr. Harrison.
- Good evening.

Your reviews today
were a revelation.

- As always.
- Madam, you're too kind.

It's a fine crowd, my dear.
This will be a night to remember.

Richard,
the curtain's about to go up.

I'm afraid there's
been an accident.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I regret to tell you
that due to a sudden illness,

our Diva, La Carlotta,
will not be appearing this evening.

In her absence, the part of Marguerite
will be played by Miss Christine Day.

Thank you.

Come on, dear.

My God. This is going to close us
faster than a house fire.

Have you heard
Christine sing?

I knew Carlotta was going
to do this to me.

Barton, she's wonderful.

We'll be tried for fraud in the morning.
I'm going to have a word with our Diva.

There's nothing you can
do about it now.

I can cure her
or kill her.

No!

Shh! Quiet, please.

Listen,
I'll go have a word with her.

Perhaps a fresh face will succeed
where, obviously, charm has failed, hmm?

Remember,
we are partners, after all.

Thank you. Out of the way, please.
Out of the way.

Step back, please.

What's happening?!

In the closet.

His name's Joseph.
He's a scene shifter.

Don't leave him like this.

Get him down.

Stretcher.

- Who found him?
- Right away, sir.

Miss Carlotta, the Diva.

She's feeling ill.
I sent her home to await a doctor.

- I can have her --
- No. Send her home, too.

- Inspector.
- Do it!

We don't need her.

I've seen this work before.

She says
it's the phantom's work.

This was no phantom, Davies!
Ghosts do not skin their victims.

This is the work of an artist.

An artist who works
in the flesh.

You play very well.

Thank you.

What is it?

It's mine.

But you want it to
belong to the world.

Yes. I want the world to love
me for my music.

What would you give for
your music to live forever,

like Beethoven, Mozart --
the immortals?

Anything. I...
I'd give everything.

Would you wed your soul...
with the devil?

Yes!

Yes!

The world will love you
for your music, but...

that's all it will love
you for.

There must be a thousand doors
in this Opera house.

I want them all opened --
every one --

and every room searched.

But lock this one down.

I don't want anyone
in here.

Yes, sir.

Who are you?

- Sir, I am half owner of this house.
Who the hell are you?

Inspector Hawking,
Scotland Yard.

We'd better talk.

Evening, governor.
What's your desire tonight?

Desire?
What do you know of desire?

Is that right?

No.
I like it in the dark.

The night is...
far too short as it is.

You can take your time.

Christine...

My name is Maddie.

Tonight... your name...
is Christine.

There she is!
Bravo!

She'll never sell tickets.

It is my night.

This is what I've always
dreamed of.

Tonight, I didn't sing
with my voice. I don't know.

It just came out.
It was a feeling...

a passion.

But it had to come from
somewhere.

Is it such a secret
that you can't share it with me?

My father...
sends an angel who teaches me.

Who is this angel?
Introduce us.

I've never seen him...
really.

But I feel him,
and I hear him.

He instructs me.

What happened tonight --
I don't want to lose it.

I don't want this feeling
ever to go away.

I won't let it.

I had a different sort of
evening planned, you know.

What did you want to do?

Ask you to marry me.

Richard... I can't.
Not now.

I know.

I might have been
able to persuade you,

but after this evening know I
may have lost you.

You could never lose me.

You owe me this favor.

But your Miss Day
will be devastated.

Perhaps she will
grow as an artist.

I'm sure she will.

Years and tears -- that's what
it needs. Years and tears.

We must provide the public
with what they want,

and they want Carlotta.

Then with my help,
they shall have her.

Sarah you slag, more ale!

Oh, piss off!

How was the show,
sir?

An inspiration.

Why don't you introduce
us to your dark friend?

He's a gentleman
who enjoys his privacy,

especially when he's composing.

A gentleman... because he pays in gold?

Perhaps he wagers in gold as well.

Not with the likes of you,
you bastard.

Can you hear it?

What?

Full pockets.

Smoke?

Go...away

I'm busy.

I've seen you before.

We've never actually
met proper...

Have we?

No.

I never forget a face.

Still hungry for an introduction?

Just open your purse.

And what will
you trade?

Steel... for gold.

Hardly seems fair.

Get in there!

Get in there!

This what you wanted?

Now... I propose
a different bargain...

And you shall die
a rich man.

You're a thing from hell.

And you, sir... are hellbound!

Rotten morning.

I've got to show this to Christine.
Save me a roll.

- What's it say?
- Haven't read it yet.

Did you get it?
Let me read it. Come on!

I'll read it. You sit down
before you fall down.

Too much wine for you,
missy.

Meg!

Meg, come on!

“Last night, the London
opera house and company

“opened the season
with their performance of 'Faust.'”

The gala was as
festive as anyone.”

It's my first.
Let me read it.

- I don't know.
- Meg!

“Unfortunately, the performance
did not fulfill all expectations

"the most obvious reason was the
conspicuous absence of La Carlotta,

the company's Diva."

I don't understand.

You shouldn't read that.
I mean, what does he know?

"Young Christine Day could not sing
the role of Marguerite.

“Though her voice is not
completely unpleasant,

"lack of discipline and
training show.

"This humble reviewer
wonders...

"... whether Miss Day has even
the substance

to fulfill the secondary
role of Cybil, as billed.”

Oh, Christine.
It's only one opinion.

The stupid bastard probably
wasn't even there.

He was there!

God. It was only
in my head.

They loved you.
You heard them applaud.

They would have been
embarrassed not to, Meg!

Will you be having your
massage today?

No, thank you.
Just a bath and steam.

More steam?

By all means.

Could it be that I saw you at
the opera last night?

It's quite possible.
I am the opera critic of the Gazette.

Indeed.

I found your account of Miss
Day's performance

somewhat... troubling.

Could it be that we
saw different shows?

Aah, Miss Day.

I was sorry for her --
embarrassed, really.

The role was beyond her.

Perhaps...

you weren't afforded a seat
befitting your status

and your knowledge
of the arts.

The acoustics are
somewhat inconsistent.

Should you reconsider
your evaluation,

I could provide you
with a private box.

Sir, you flatter me,

but in all truthfulness, I think
I'd rather die than subject myself

to that shrieking child
for another evening.

As you wish.

Christine, wait. Where are you
going at this hour? Christine!

I need to be alone.

Driver!

Wait!

Father...

I felt you last night.

I know that you
were there.

I don't know if I
can sing again.

What do I do now?

Father?

Christine.

Christine.

Richard?

Christine.

Your father has sent me.

I am your angel.

All of your lessons have
led to this moment.

We will make music that the
world will love forever.

Christine.

Take the last step to me...

to your destiny...

Christine!

To immortality.

Here you are, you vermin.

The old statue catch you?

We'll put you in our bag,
we will.

Please...
where are you taking me?

Home.

There is nothing to harm
you here.

Up there... they see the actors,
the costumes, the scenery.

They don't know the
soul of the opera.

In your dressing room,

I could only teach you the words,
the notes.

But here...
here, I can,

I can teach you
the meaning.

What's the matter?

Is this your name?

Erik Destler?

That... man is...

is long dead.

But you wrote this.

It is incomplete.

- Play it.
- No. not, not that.

Perhaps some Mozart.

No. Play your music.

Play-

There is nothing you could ask...
that I could refuse.

Christine... you...
are my inspiration to finish it.

♪ Your eyes see but my shadow

♪ My heart is overflowing

♪ There's so much you could hope to know

♪ Your comfort is knowing

♪ Tenderly

♪ You could see

♪ My soul

Libretto.

How did you know
the words to my music?

I...

I-I sang them before.

I don't remember where.

It's impossible!
No one's heard that music.

Please... play the rest.

I have told you...
it is incomplete.

Christine... you,

you are the angel.

You are my voice.

Together... together we'll
have London at our feet.

Christine...

come to me...

and I will give
you everything.

You love the music.

I am the music.

Our souls are one.

No! No...

Now! You are married
to the music.

You cannot serve two masters.

Do not see another.

I promise.

Tonight...
you will be my bride.

Christine Day's life
is in danger.

And yours isn't?

A lot of people are dead, Mr. Dutton,
and the murderer is in your house.

Inspector, will you please
keep your voice down?

How's your stomach?

Dear God.

- They're all missing their...
- Skin.

That's Joseph from your opera house.
Look at it.

I fail to see the connection.
What's the point?

Motive...
that's the point.

Christine Day sang because your
Diva found a body in her closet.

Harrison died because
he criticized her performance.

Someone is doing murder in
Christine Day's name.

And I understand the two of you
were very close.

Shh.

What are you saying, Inspector?

Oh, I know it isn't you.

So...
you know who it is, then?

Do you believe in God,
Mr. Dutton?

- Yes.
- Good.

Because it's going to take
a leap of faith

for you to understand
what I'm about to tell you.

The phantom is real.

It has a name...

Erik Destler.

But that's just a story.

I know the legend
as well as you.

He sold his soul to the devil so the
world would love him for his talent,

but the devil had a price.

He mutilated Destler's
face so terribly

that no one could stand to love him
ever again for himself.

And it's said the only way to kill
the phantom is to destroy his music.

I don't believe in phantoms
or legends, Mr. Dutton,

but I do believe in facts,

and the fact is this man,
this creature, is still alive.

Still alive,
and living under your opera.

Do you want to tell me
where you've been?

No.

You look like you've
been through hell.

- I have.
- He gave you a ring!

- Who?
- Richard, of course.

I expected at least
a diamond.

Richard didn't
give me the ring.

Christine?

I've been your friend for a long time.
Am I missing something?

I guess you know
about Harrison.

What's there to know?
He hated me, Meg.

You haven't heard?

Someone's killed the bastard.
It's all anyone's taking about.

Oh, my God.
I can't stay here.

It's Richard.

Vinegar!
Buy your precious vinegar!

Christine!

He's in danger.

Christine...

but you have to make an appearance
at the ball tonight.

Richard can't be
seen with me.

- He's coming.
- Here. Give this to him.

Don't tell him I'm here.
I beg of you.

Sir, can't you read?
This is a proper house for ladies.

I must speak with
Miss Day.

Meg. I must see her.

- She's not here.
- She's not?

She asked me to give
you this.

- So you have seen her?
- Yes.

Yes, this morning.
She's fine.

No, she's not, Meg.

She's in a great
deal of danger.

Madam.

My dear lady Robly.
It's a shame to hide your beauty.

Scandalous party?

Perhaps you and lord Robly
can help us make it so.

- Has Christine arrived, then?
- Christine?

Splendid party.

How would I know,
in this crowd?

There are prospects here by the dozen.
Go and have some fun.

- Mr. Dutton.
- Mr. Barton.

Hello. Perhaps kicking your ass, then,
would brighten my spirits.

- Delightful.
- Quite.

Mr. Barton, you wicked man.

I do believe you're the
goddess Aphrodite.

Oh, thank you so much.

My dear Carlotta.

You have given me away, sir.

I must have a dance.

Perhaps later.

I was never rich in patience
when faced with such beauty.

Please excuse us.

No alcohol, Davies.

And keep your eyes
off the women.

Don't worry.
If he's here, we'll get him.

- Christine.
- Richard.

- He might see us.
- Who?

Christine, this angel of yours --
he's the phantom.

No, he's everywhere. He's in the walls.
I'm afraid that he can hear us.

Don't be afraid.

He'll find me.

I love you, Richard.

I'll go find us a coach.

By tomorrow morning,
this will all be behind us.

You're very
forward tonight.

My will is weak and my resolve
strong where you're concerned.

It's a magic night.
Anything can happen.

Perhaps we may consummate a personal
union with our, uh, professional one.

Who is this man?

I must know.

You must not.

Who could that be?

- Sir!
- We will have another.

Dance.

You are a wonderful dancer.

Do I know you?

By my works.

I can't stand it.
I have to see your face.

And what will you trade?

Everything has its price.

What will I think
when I see you?

You'll just... die.

Original costume.

The thing you're looking for has already
come and gone, right under your nose.

Show me where he lives.

Where he had the girl,
you mean.

It's unholy.

I heard them
singing together.

He pays me well to
keep his secrets,

and to keep the rats out.

I'll pay you more.

Show me!

Ladies and gentlemen,
dinner is served.

If you please,
we have the canard I'orange.

Croissant citron with
white wine sauce.

Head of wild boar stuffed
with paté of truffle.

The soup tonight is...

Carlotta!

No, please!

Christine!

Richard!

Damn it! He's got her.

Come on.

No!

He's gone down.

Go on.

Faithfulness is not
a quality

I admire in you, Christine.

Desire is only a demon,
Christine.

How does getting what
you desire ever --

No, please.
Let me go.

You will never
leave here again.

Ever!

You can never leave.

He lives here?

Not here. Below the prison --
below the sewer,

deep down.

Davies.

Now are you ready to believe me?

I will believe when
I find Christine.

This is police business.
You don't have to go.

Stop me!

You wait a damn minute.

I'll show you the way.

But if I don't clear the rats out,
none of us will make it very far.

Just stay to the right.

And keep going down.

Down, down.

We'll catch you.

Help me!

Please!
Somebody help me!

Christine!

Richard...

Christine!

Richard!

You are an
unholy thing.

I heard you singing
with the girl.

Better your hearing
had failed you.

You won't kill me.

I lead the rats
away, drown them.

Without me, you'll have
them crawling all over you.

Then lead them...
to eternity!

What was that?

Where?
That's the question.

Damn it. There must be 100 miles
of tunnels down here.

Davies. Morris.

You go this way.
Keep to your right. Mark your path.

We should meet up. If we don't,
follow your marks back here.

Now move!

Take care.

We'll go this way.

Davies...

- Keep and eye out.
- Yes sir.

Davies...

Sir!

Morris!

Over here sir!

Can you here me sir?

Davies...

Morris!

Not there.

I can't find my way sir!

Can you here me?

Can anybody hear me?!

Hide and seek.

Hahahahaha!

Davies...

Here I am.

Inspector!

Inspector!

He's stalking us.

Then let's not be easy prey.

Are you going to kill me now?

Everyone dies.

I only choose the time
and place for a few.

When do you choose...
for me?

This is either a wedding march
or a funeral mass.

You decide which.

This way.
It's coming from down here.

It's an entrance.

Come here.

Christine.

Watch your skin.

Christine?

Richard?

Richard!

Richard?

I told you.
You will never leave here!

Only love... and music...
are forever.

Come... with me.

Christine.

Christine!

Come back!!

Oh, my God!
Chris!

Chris, are you okay?

You could have
killed somebody!

- I'm sorry.
- Chris, come on.

Chris?
You're going to be okay.

What happened?

Is she all right?

Excuse me.
Let me through, please!

Is she okay?

Who are you?

A very relieved admirer.

I thought we lost the star of our
show there for a minute.

This is Mr. Foster, Miss Day,
our producer and major backer.

Well, I guess that makes
me an authority

on how you'll be spending
your time for a while.

I don't understand.

Excuse me.

Christine...
the part is yours.

Unless, of course, uh...
you've changed your mind.

Don't say another word, Chris.
I-I represent Miss Day.

And before we go any further, I-I would
like to have something in writing.

You will have it in writing.
Don't you worry.

Come on over here.
We'll have a coffee.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm a little shaky.

You, uh... you look like you
could use a drink.

Come on. They'll be haggling terms
in there for hours.

I toast you, Christine.
You'll have all New York at your feet.

Thank you.

Now then,
I would like you to join me

at a small dinner I've arranged with the
other backers of the show, all right?

Give me a few minutes
to change,

and I promise you an evening on the
town you will not forget.

Well, maybe I should
freshen up.

No, no, no, no.
You're perfect.

I really must put on a tie, though.
Five minutes.

Make yourself at home.

Damn.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

Come on, come on.

Stop. Stop-

Damn.

So...

How do you like it?

I-I'm sorry.
I didn't mean --

I knew we'd find
each other.

Love...
music...

They're forever.

You're him...

Aren't you?

Had you expected someone else?

You've always been my inspiration,
Christine.

You... made it all possible,
Christine.

You.

Now... it's just a matter

of what you choose.

Love...
or music.

I have waited
a very long time

for you to come back to me,
my dear.

We had a bargain,
remember?

Forever!

Forever.

Not forever!

Yes!

It's over.

Not my music.

No!

Release: NovaLan