All language subtitles for Phantom.of.the.Opera 1990 cd 2

Christine!

Christine!

Where is she?

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

Christine!

Inspector!

- Inspector, we've got him.
- Where is he?

Over there.

I am not the Phantom!
I am Mephisto!

Christine!

Christine!

I saw them come in...

Let's search.

Please, where are you taking me?

- I need to talk to you!
- Not now, not now!

Gérard... Gérard!

The Phantom has taken
Christine down below!

Nonsense.

He never allows anyone below.

I'll be ruined.

No one thought the Phantom
would do this.

Ruined.

Completely...

...ruined.

Ruined!

I tell you, she was in here.

Did you actually see her coming in?

Yes, I did.

For goodness sakes,
Ledoux, it's obvious.

- That masked fiend has kidnapped her!
- Well, it's not obvious to me.

Then I'll go down in the
vaults after her myself.

Monsieur, if you do,

I assure you,
you will not come back alive.

It's alright.

It's alright.

You're with me now.

- Gérard. Gérard!
- I know nothing, Inspector.

No, no, please, please. Gérard!

Let's go.

There, down.

Are you coming, Monsieur Choleti?

It's not my job, Inspector.

Spread out.

- You go to the left.
- Yes, Monsieur.

And the others...
Follow me to the other side.

Do you hear something?

No.

Sounded like...
some sort of music.

The last man who came
down here never returned.

Are you joking?

Too many places to look.

We'll come back with
more lights and more men.

Call the others back.

Back, everyone!

Back!

Where is Lambert?

- Lambert?
- Call him back!

- Lambert!
- Lambert!

I hope someone's dropping breadcrumbs.

Lambert!

- Lambert!
- Lambert!

No!

This is not the work of a ghost.

We will get him.
Don't worry.

You understand...

I don't want to put
pressure on you now.

If what happened down below

were to get out...

It wouldn't be helpful
for the police, either.

No, I didn't think it would.

- You know nothing.
- Absolutely nothing.

I have men posted everywhere.

Good.

Maestro?

Good evening, madam.

I have something for you.

I do hope...

...it's to your liking!

Rats... for a rat.

You must send her back.

If you don't, they'll come down
and take her back.

And when they do, they'll kill you.

That may not be so easily
accomplished as you think.

An assault from above its not
entirely unexpected, you know.

I've had more than enough
time to get ready.

My whole life, you might say.

I shall simply shore up my defenses
and prepare a counterattack.

If you let me take her back...

I know I can persuade her
not to say where she's been.

Go away.

They will not let you
get away with this, Erik.

Well, they may have no choice!

Go away, I have things to do.

Send her back.

No. How can you even
suggest such a thing?

The world up there is not
fit for one such as her.

Up there is where hell is,

and I will not send an angel to hell.

She was betrayed
tonight and I'd sooner die

than let her be betrayed again.

- Betrayed?
- Yes.

You think she sang
like that from nerves?

That Carlotta woman poisoned her.

Carlotta!

Ah! The rats!

No, no, there are no rats!

- No rats.
- Alfredo!

Godiamo, godiamo, c'invita un fer...

Darling, please.

Come and lie down.

Je cache un chagrin...

Sans espoir, sans espoir...

Ah! The rats!

The rats! The rats!

No rats, no rats!
No rats!

This company was in your trust,

and you just handed it over to
people who care nothing for beauty.

You know I had
nothing to do with that.

Could have burned the place down.

Better in ashes and memory
than like this, "send her back".

- Yes!
- Never!

I may be hideous, but I am not
hideous enough to do that.

I don't care how many
defenses you have, Erik.

I can't help you anymore,
can't protect you.

It's they who need
protecting here, not I.

- What do you mean?
- I mean...

A small amount of what's
contained in these barrels,

and the opera season is gone forever.

Erik, you're mad.

Now listen to me.

For as long as I can remember,

ever since I was a child,

I have dreamed of her.

People are born for
many things, Gérard.

I was born to live, if one can
call this living, down here.

But until now,
I have never known quite why.

I was born so that she could save me.

That's what she's done.

She is the reason I was born.

I love her, Gérard.

But I believe, in time, with any luck,
she will learn to love me.

It'll be a cruel god indeed
to have sent her otherwise.

I don't want you to come back here,

ever again.

From now on...

...she is all I need.

Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle!

Maestro?

Listen to me.
Listen to me carefully.

You are in great danger
and you must get out of here.

- Monsieur Carrière, wha--
- That's right.

We met at the bistro.

Yes, yes, I remember, you said my voice
reminded you of a... a certain singer...

That's right.

Unfortunately, this reminded
someone else of her as well.

And that's why you're in great danger.
Come.

We must get out of here.
I'll show you the way.

No, no, wait, please.

- Where am I?
- In the catacombs.

Down under the opera house.

It's where your Maestro lives.

No, no, this is all a dream.

Believe me.

For your life depends on it.

You are not dreaming.

- Erik brought you down.
- Erik?

Your Maestro.

People know him as the
Phantom of the Opera.

- I don't believe this.
- You'd better.

Because he plans to keep
you down here forever.

You see, he's in love with you.

He's always been in love with you.

The woman was voice I said
yours reminded me of...

She was his mother.

She died when he was very young.

This is her portrait.

He doesn't understand your world.

You must get out, now.

No, no!

Not until you tell me why
he lives down here.

He was born down here.

He's lived here all his life.

Why?

Why does he wear a mask?

He won't say, only that
I'll never see him with it off.

Be grateful.

If you saw, you'd know why
he's lived down here.

I don't care what his face looks like!
I've... I've seen his eyes!

- Erik cannot be helped by anyone!
- But obviously he was helped!

When his mother died,
who took care of him?

I did.

I'm his father.

His mother was the most perfectly
exquisite woman I'd ever seen.

Carrière!

To everyone's astonishment.

most of all mine,

we soon became lovers.

Why me?

I mean, she could have had anyone.

Then why was it me?

Then suddenly,
something extraordinary occurred.

...lui parler la nuit

J'écoute trop tout ce qu'il a dit

Il me dit: "je vous aime"...

It was like nothing I'd ever heard.

It was a voice of absolute
transparency and perfection.

I never had any idea
she could sing at all.

That's for you.

It's our secret.

Singing is very private for me.

It's like making love.

I don't want to share it
except with someone that I love.

- Does that make any sense to you?
- Yes.

I told her she was being selfish.

I thought, with a gift like that,
it should be shared with everyone.

She agreed to an audition.

I told her she'd be fine.

...la presse avec tant de tendresse

Tant de tendresse

Que je ne sais plus où j'en suis

Je veux le fuir

Mais je ne puis

She became the toast of Paris.

But the acclaim didn't interest her.

She thought only of me.

Gérard!

I saw the doctor this morning.

I didn't want to say anything
until I was absolutely sure.

Gérard...

Let's get married.

What's wrong?

What I hadn't told her is that
I'd come to Paris a married man.

Married?

It was the main reason I came.

I'd been married less than a month.

The details don't really matter.

Except there was a child on the way.

And the girl claimed
that I was responsible.

She might have said that
about five or six others, but...

It could have been mine.

Whatever.

I did love the girl,
she felt the same toward me.

So as soon as possible,

with her blessings,

I left.

For a Catholic "end of story,
end of marriage".

I hadn't told any of this to
Belladova, because, frankly...

I was afraid it would ruin things.

I said to myself...

This is too sweet a dream to end.

She disappeared for months.

I had no idea where.

The thought of bearing a bastard...

...was too much for her.

I searched everywhere.

And then, one day...

I found her.

Gérard!

Gé...

We had nowhere to go.

I brought her back to the opera house,

where we could hide in the stalls
they used for the animals.

She'd sing to him for hours.

His face was like
nothing I'd ever seen.

As beautiful as she had been...

That's how monstrous Erik looked.

The hardest part for me
was realizing...

She saw nothing ugly
in this child at all.

To her, he was beauty itself.

To him... so was she.

And his little eyes would open up
with wonder and delight.

To him it was the voice of an angel.

And maybe it was.

Then one night she died.

Fever of some sort.

Not exactly a healthy place to live in.

Erik was three and I thought...

"Now he will die."

And that will be a mercy to all of us.

But she begged me to take care of him.

And so I watched over him, thinking...

"If he dies, he dies."

With his mother gone,
he began to cry.

And those cries echoed up
through the shafts and cracks.

And at night, when the
opera house was empty...

You could hear them up about.

And the legend of the
opera ghost was born.

By that time, I'd become manager.

And to make sure no one
would discover him...

I allowed this ghost story to grow.

- Did he know you were his father then?
- He still doesn't know.

He thinks I'm some kind of an uncle.

Why didn't you tell him?

Cowardice, I suppose.

I've always known that one day,
I'd have to abandon him.

I couldn't bear the thought of leaving,

and him thinking that
his father had left

and not taken him along.

Erik has been more than a son to me.

My friend and my guide.

For the last thirty years,

the truth is, he has been the real director
of this opera house, not I.

If we were a great company...

...and we were...

...it was because of him.

Every decision, from repertoire
to the smallest prop...

...was his.

My own small talent,

such as it was,

was keeping him alive.

And now I must leave.

And he cannot.

But you can.

And you must.

For your own sake as well as his.

If you love him as you say you do...

Please.

Don't give him any false hope.

You will crush him utterly.

And in the process,
you will destroy yourself.

Come with me.

No.

You want me to leave him
without so much as a word? No.

I think that he deserves
better than that from me.

If you wait...
he will not let you go at all.

I don't believe that, especially
after everything you've just said.

I will go...

...when I'm ready to.

After I've talked with him.

You are making a horrible mistake.

Please, you would
hurt him far too much.

But if you leave now...

I'm not afraid.

Now, I know his heart.

So do I.

Unfortunately, there is
more to him than that.

Get out while you can.

Bonjour.

Where have you been?

We need to talk.

Like old friends.

Man to man.

You help me, I'll help you, hm?

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

I like that room.

Good cozy bed,
pleasant water view.

Well.

What shall we do today?

I have an idea,
how about a picnic?

- A picnic?
- Yes!

Down, through the woods,

there's a quiet little spot I know.

We won't be interrupted there,
and while we stroll,

I can show you where I live.

My domain.

Hat, you think?

Formal touch?

Yes, I think so too.

And, of course,

a walking cane.

And to complete our little outing...

Voilà.

Shall we go?

- Do you like these woods of mine?
- Yes, very much.

They stretch on almost forever.

Come, there's a path over here.

One can get quite hopelessly
lost in these woods

if one does not know the path.

Or have a guide who does.

Once upon a time,

before I planted all this,

there were only endless
dreary vaults in this land.

Gloomy barren corridors,
a wilderness of stone,

no life at all.

No love.

No love and kindness.

Are you warm enough?

Yes.

Shh! The morning birds.

Pheasant, too, I hear.

And deer.

Squirrels, foxes, rabbits,
all playing most harmoniously.

Like this magic music.

You are magic, too, I think.

- No, no, I don't think that...
- Oh, yes, you are.

I know.

Magic is my friend.

Magic cannot hide from me.

You belong here.

Do you like this music?

Yes, yes, very much.

Do you know why?

Because it helps give
shape to our dreams.

In fact, I call this
domain my "dreamery".

Do you find that apt?

Yes.

Apt to what?

Well, apt...

...to what you wish.

Exactly so.

Come.

We'll set our picnic...

...here.

Please, sit down.

Of all the places in my realm,

This is the most
enchanted spot, I think.

And what have we here?

Voilà.

Would you sing for me?

- If you wish.
- Oh...

...I do.

Very much.

I'm sorry...

Is there something wrong?

If I sing for you, will...
Will you grant me a favor?

- No.
- Why not?

Because, you must sing for
love and joy, not for gain.

I will grant you a favor
regardless of what you do.

Tell me what it is you wish.

Let me see your face.

You have asked, I'm afraid,

the only thing in my power
that I cannot grant.

Please don't ask it again.

I have seen your eyes,

and I know your heart.

Why not let me know
your face as well?

Because...

Because I have no face, I have...

...only the semblance of a face, and...

No one should ever have to look at it.

- Oh, but I could look at it...
- No, stop.

- No, I could!
- Now, I ask you, please, to...

...stop.

Only if you say you do not love me,
will I stop.

I feel a chill descending, I...

I think we ought to go, it...
feels like rain...

Maestro, please, you have
given me so much.

- You don't know what you're asking.
- Yes, I do!

If you love me...

Please, let me love you too.

No, don't do that.

I know your face can be looked at
by someone who loves you.

Please let me show you it's true.

Christine...

This time with you, it...

Is the... is the nearest
I have ever been to bliss.

I'm... satisfied with that.

- Oh, but there's more!
- That's sure, but not for me.

I ask nothing that has
not already been done.

Your mother saw your face and smiled,

if love could let her
gaze at you and smile,

could it not to the same for me?

Why?

So, now...

Tell me about the Phantom.

I know nothing more than you do.

On the contrary...

I think you know a great deal more.

And always have.

Gérard...

Let us not play games.

If I cannot bring things
back to normal,

in an orderly fashion,

I will do so...

...with whatever means it takes.

People will get hurt.

If I could help, I would.

Gérard, I like you.
I always have.

At Christmas,
when others give me money,

you give me bonbons.

I find this charming.

But charm...
will get you just so far.

You think I know the Phantom.

- I do.
- Why?

Because, when you were in charge,

Disturbances of this kind
never happened.

Coincidence.

Do you think I'm a fool?

Gérard...

If this is not resolved very soon,

I will be forced to go back down!

For god's sake, help us!

I will do what I can.

Thank you.

That's all I need to hear.

If I can be of any assistance...

- No! Please!
- This need not happen!

You made this happen,
I was happy the way things were.

- I'm sorry!
- I'm sure.

Please, please, let me go!

- I'm going to leave--
- That will not be possible!

Please!

Please!

- Please, I beg you, please let me go!
- No!

You've seen my face.

No one who sees my face
is allowed to leave here,

I thought everybody knew that.

Please!

Ah, Philippe!

I need to talk with you.

Now...

- I've seen Christine.
- Where?

Well, I can't tell you that.

But she's all right.

- At least for the moment.
- What are you talking about?

I made a terrible mistake.

I left her someplace
where I should not have.

- I've got to go back to get her.
- Well, I'm coming with you.

No, no, no, don't.
I need your help up here.

She's down below...

So he does have her.

- I'll kill him!
- Oh, no, Philippe!

No, I don't care what you say,
I am going down there after him!

Then you jeopardize her whole life,
yours, everybody's.

If he wants to, he can blow
up this entire opera house.

And believe me,
if you force him, he will.

How is it you know where he lives?

- I just do.
- Gérard...

For thirty years,
I've managed this opera house.

And with that came certain privileges.

Alright?
Now, you listen to me.

If you say anything
to anyone about this...

Then Christine is finished.
We're all finished.

I'm going back down.
Alone.

No, I'm coming with you.

Please, it's our only chance,
take my word for it.

- Gérard...
- Take my word for it!

What do I do?

You wait here till she gets back.

And then you get her out immediately.

Do you love her?

- Do I love her?
- I've got to know.

Because if you are to save her life,

you must do more than
just risk your life.

You will have to change your life.

And I know your ways, Philippe.

My feelings for this woman...

...are like...

...nothing I have ever felt for anyone.

Except her.

I have loved her all my life, Gérard.

All my life.

She is my life.

She always has been.

The Count de Chagny that you knew

does not exist anymore.

He never did.

What must I do?

You must take her away from here.

Not only from the opera house,
but from Paris itself.

Because if he is after her,

he will not stop at any
lengths to get her back.

And he'll smash anyone
who gets in his path.

Is he in love with her?

In his way, yes.

Oh, god.

Please!

- Don't move.
- What?

Get back upstairs.

What are you talking about?

- Get back, quickly.
- What?

Get back.

Christine...

Get her out of here, quickly.

- Christine, where have you been?
- What happened?

Please, don't tell them
where I've been.

- My carriage, my carriage!
- Carriage of the Comte de Chagny!

Let me have her.

You're safe now, dear.

I saw his face!

I asked him to let me see it, and...
he did.

She needs rest.

- It's all my fault.
- No, no.

I shouldn't have let you
stay down there.

No, no.

It was fine!

He was so happy.

It's not as if he didn't
warn me, he did.

But I said "No..."

"Really... I can look at your face."

"Love will let me look at it."

But I couldn't.

I'm not worthy of him.

I've upset Philippe.

I betrayed Erik's trust.

- It'll be alright.
- No.

Oh, no, never.

I know it.

He will die from this.

And you know that I'm right.

I must go back.

How could I have done this to him?

Christine...

I can't...

I can't let it all
end for him like this.

If you're worried for me...

Please, there's no need.

He would never hurt me.

Believe me, my dear friend.

Her love for him is a far different
thing than her love for you.

If you turn away from
her now, she'll die.

She wants to go back to him.

She wants to make amends.

Watch her.

Don't let her leave.

She'll be all right.

Philippe, please!
Philippe!

- Philippe, he's dying!
- No, no, it's alright!

He's dying!

Wait, how do you know he's dying?

- I saw him!
- You saw him?

In... in a dream,
only it wasn't a dream!

- Philippe, he's dying because of me!
- Christine!

God, first I let him down
by not singing well...

And then... then I betrayed his trust,
and then finally I abandoned him!

- It just isn't true!
- It is!

Philippe...

I know what to do.

I won't let you go to him.

No, no, not that,
it's too late for that.

Anyway, I'm not sure how
I'd have to get down again.

- Philippe, I'll need your help.
- Christine...

If you love me at all...

Please, Philippe, please.

Sous les bijoux et la dentelle

Je cache un chagrin...

Norma

Norma, Norma

Ah, the Phantom!

Monsieur Choleti, please forgive us
for this intrusion, but we must talk.

Christine has a plan and we think it may
help this threat from the Phantom...

How can you do that?

In my own way, Monsieur.
Please, I know it can work...

Please, Madame!

I know it can work,
if you'll just help us,

please, we'll need your help!

But how can we be sure that
he'll hear you from down there?

There are areas down there where
one can hear the stage perfectly.

He'll know that I'm singing for him
and he'll know what that means.

- That you love him?
- Yes.

But it's not the same kind
of love I have for you.

It's not the same at all.

What are you doing, you fools?

Not "La Traviata"!

Tonight we perform "Faust"!

Your bucket.

I'll get you some water.

Thank you.

For everything you've done for me.

All in all...

...wasn't that bad.

Being born, I mean.

Because I could hear music.

And I heard Christine.

She didn't mean to hurt you.

I know that.

She just asked a bit too much
of me, that's all.

Not her fault.
Thought she loved me.

She does.

She did.

If only for a moment.

Still, a moment such as that...
is worth living for.

Wouldn't you say?

I do regret one thing, though.

What's that?

Not having killed the Comte de Chagny.

But why?

Because he doesn't love music,
and how can he possibly love her?

He loves her.

If you say so.

She was just unprepared for you.

She was unprepared for ugliness.

And for that brief...

...sweet moment...

...so was I.

But I'm glad she saw.

Fitting end my illusions.

Perhaps you'd like to see my face.

I've seen your face.

When?

When you were a child.

One day you saw a
reflection in the water.

At first your thought
it was a sea monster.

And then you realized
it was you yourself.

It was not an easy day.

Did you know my mother well?

Yes.

Did you love her?

Yes, I loved her.

And she let you see my face.

She thought your face was absolutely
and flawlessly beautiful.

What did you think of it?

Well, I...

I thought it could be better.

I'm your father.

I wondered when you'd say.

You see, my eyes are the
only parts of my face I can

look at in a mirror without
wishing to break the glass.

But they're not her eyes,
they're yours.

Father...

Yes?

I'm sorry for what I put you through.

Well, actually, there
never was a day...

...I'd have given any of it up,
for anything.

Oh, I like that story,
tell me another fairy tale.

- It's true.
- Why?

Because you have your mother's soul.

- Has she left?
- Who?

Christine.

Yes, I think so.

I would've loved to have
heard her voice again.

Just once.

Remarkable thing, you know?

Twice in my life, I have been...

...touched by an angel.

Surely, not many men
are as fortunate as that.

But she will sing again.

How could she not?

And when she does...

Others beside me will know what
beauteous sounds God can make...

...when he chooses.

What are they singing tonight?

I'm not sure.

"Don Giovanni", I think.

There's a piece of work.

Perhaps I'll listen for a bit.

You should go.

I don't mind staying.

Privacy is best for this.

Come back in... a day.

I'd thought about...
being buried in my lagoon.

I thought, mm... no.

Float up and scare some
poor child downstream!

I will bury you.

And make it deep, with no markings.

There will be an inevitable curiosity.

No one will find you.

It's my face I'm concerned about.

You will not end up on display.

Tell her...
I'm sorry that I frightened her.

She convinced Choleti to let her
have another chance at "Faust".

...contenter ton caprice

Je puis contenter ton caprice

Et que te donnerai-je en retour?

Presque rien!

Presque rien!

Ici, je suis à ton service

Mais là-bas

Tu seras au mien

Là-bas?

Là-bas

Allons

Signe

Eh quoi!

Ta main tremble

Que faut-il pour te décider

La jeunesse t'appelle

Ose la regarder

Je ris de me voir
si belle en ce miroir

Je ris de me voir
si belle en ce miroir

Est-ce toi, Marguerite?

Est-ce toi, réponds-moi

Réponds-moi

Réponds, réponds, réponds vite

Non, non
Ce n'est plus toi

Non, non,
ce n'est plus ton visage

C'est la fille d'un roi

- C'est la fille d'un roi
- Patience.

We are nearly halfway.

She's doing very well.

That is not the point!

Her appearing is one thing,
ours is another!

If he doesn't come,
he doesn't come.

Ah, s'il était ici

S'il me voyait ainsi

Comme une demoiselle

Il me trouverait belle

Comme une demoiselle,
il me trouverait belle

Comme une demoiselle,
il me trouverait belle

Achevons la métamorphose

Il me tarde encore d'essayer

Le bracelet et le collier

Dieu

C'est comme une main

Qui sur mon bras se pose

Ce n'est plus ton visage

Non

C'est la fille d'un roi

Salue au passage

Le geôlier dort

Voici les clefs

Il faut que ta main d'homme

La délivre

Laisse-nous

Hâte-toi

Moi, je veille au dehors

Mon coeur est pénétré d'épouvante

Ô torture

Ô source de regrets

Et d'éternels remords

C'est elle

La voici

La douce créature

Marguerite

Marguerite

Ah, c'est la voix du bien-aimé

A son appel mon coeur s'est ranimé

Marguerite

Au milieu de vos éclats de rire

Démons qui m'entourez

J'ai reconnu sa voix

Marguerite

Sa main

Sa douce main m'attiré

Je suis libre

Il est là

Je suis libre

Il est là,
je l'entends, je le vois

Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime

Oui, c'est toi, je t'aime

Les fers, la mort même

Ne me font plus peur

Tu m'as retrouvée

Tu m'as retrouvée

Me voilà sauvée

Me voilà sauvée

C'est toi

- Je suis sur ton coeur
- Oui, c'est moi, je t'aime

Oui, c'est moi, je t'aime

Malgré l'effort même
du démon moqueur

Je t'ai retrouvée

Je t'ai retrouvée

Te voilà sauvée

Te voilà sauvée

C'est moi, viens

Viens sur mon coeur

Alerte, alerte

Ou vous êtes perdus

Si vous tardez encor

Je ne m'en mêle plus

Mon Dieu, protégez-moi

- Viens
- Mon Dieu, je vous implore

- Fuyons
- Anges

- Peut-être il en est temps encore
- Anges purs

Anges radieux

Portez mon âme au sein des cieux

Dieu juste

À toi je m'abandonne

Dieu bon, je suis à toi

Pardonne

Anges purs, anges radieux

Portez mon âme au sein des cieux

Viens, suis-moi, je le veux

Anges purs, anges radieux

Portez mon âme au sein des cieux

- Hâtons-nous
- Dieu juste...

- ...à toi je m'abandonne
- Viens, suis-moi

- Dieu juste, à toi je m'abandonne
- Viens, suis-moi, suis-moi

- Dieu bon, pardonne
- Viens, je le veux

- Anges purs, anges radieux
- Viens, viens, quittons ces lieux

- Portez mon âme au sein des cieux
- Déjà le jour envahit les cieux

- Dieu juste, à toi je m'abandonne
- Viens, viens

- Dieu bon, je suis à toi, pardonne
- C'est moi, c'est moi qui te l'ordonne

- Anges purs, anges radieux
- Viens, viens, quittons ces lieux

- Portez mon âme au sein des cieux
- Déjà le jour envahit les cieux

Don't shoot! Don't!

It's him!

He's here!

Get him! Get him!
He's making for the roof!

- How are you?
- I'll have your job for this!

Let her go!

I beg you, please let her go!

She sang for me tonight, she's mine.

Erik, please, he means you no harm!

Inspector, they're up there!

You, go that way!

We're going to surround him!

Don't let him get away!

Erik! Please!

Please!

Erik, if you love me...

If you love me, please...

Got him surrounded!

Hold your fire!
I want to take him alive!

Gérard!
What are you doing?

Get back!

Get back!

Oh, Christine...