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I've never heard a more beautiful Angelus

Who is the bellringer of Notre Dame?

Quasimodo, Your Majesty

The people simply call him the Hunchback

What an odd name

And now, Master Fisher, let's see what reason

my High Justice had for asking me to come to your shop

What do you call this apparatus?

The German inventor, Gutenberg, calls it a printing press, Your Majesty

What is it for?

To print books, Your Majesty

-For whom? -For the people

They will learn to read when they can get books

I can print a volume, like this one, in a few weeks

and quite inexpensively

Imagine, Frollo, a few weeks

When I ordered my prayer book

it took them years to copy it out

and cost me a fortune

This is more beautiful than the printed book

Nevertheless, the printing press is a miracle

A horrifying miracle

Horrifying? This small press?

Small things have a way of overmastering the great

"The Nile rat kills the crocodile "

This small press can destroy a kingdom

Oh, come, my High Justice, don't exaggerate

What is that?

It is the first page of a new book, Your Majesty

Let me see it

"On the Freedom of Thought "

-Who wrote it? -Pierre Gringoire

Gringoire? Who is he?

A French poet, Your Majesty

A heretic, sire

To spread him is to communicate disease

How do you know?

It may be a great blessing to France

if people can get books and learn to read

To me, it's a new form of expression of thought

Out there is the old form

All over France, in every city

there stand cathedrals like this one

triumphal monuments of the past

They tower over the homes of our people like mighty guardians

keeping alive the invincible faith of the Christians

Every arch, every column, every statue

is a carved leaf out of our history

A book in stone

glorifying the spirit of France

The cathedrals are the handwriting of the past

the press is of our time

and I won't do anything to stop it, Frollo

Sire, we must break the press and hang the printer

For, between them, they will destroy our old and holy order

No, I'm not such a fool

I, for my part, will protect France from these printed books, as I will protect it

from witches, sorcerers and Gypsies

the forelgn race that is overrunning all of Europe

Why do you stop us?

Because no Gypsies can enter Paris any longer without a permit

It's the new law

-If the others can enter, why can't we? -They are Frenchmen You're Gypsies

-Forelgners -Forelgners

You came yesterday, we come today

Let them pass It's Fools' Day

Fools' Day or not, we don't want these forelgners

Stop her Catch her

What's the matter, H�l�ne?

Grandma, the Hunchback of Notre Dame just crossed my path

Go home quickly, and light the candle

That won't help against Quasimodo He's possessed

Yvonne, aren't you going to the festival to see the king?

I can't Mother says there are too many thieves and beggars in the crowd

Oh, they'll get you at home just as well You'll see

Well, what's he trying to do?

He has heard it rumored that the earth is round

and is attempting to walk to the Indies, the idiot

-It's not round, it's flat -The idiot!

Some famous geographers and mathematicians also believe

-the earth is round -It isn't round, it's flat

Do you recollect that letter we had from--

What's his name?

Oh, Christopher Columbus

who wrote claiming that he could, by steering a westerly course

-reach the Indies? -It's flat

I'm greatly tempted to endow the venture

Our country could not afford the risk of such an enterprise

Columbus

The man's the laughingstock of the court of Spain

Who knows?

The future may prove Ferdinand's court was the laughingstock

-It isn't round -What are you mumbling about, Doctor?

-The earth isn't round, it's flat -How do you know?

I have observed it on all my travels over Europe

It's flat Everywhere it's flat

Oh, let's listen to the play

"The old can never last

"The new is claiming its place

"It's foolish to cling to the past

"Believe in the future's face

"It pains me to relate that death

"is the fate of noble and peasant, alike

"You are born in a womb

"And end in a tomb "

The king's coming

Pennies

Pennies

-How's business? -Bad

How's business?

It would be better if all weren't watching the play

-I'll tend to that -You'd better

"You rest and live and rest again

"Beware you do not live in vain "

And if you eat too much, you throw it up again

You stupid, ignorant drunkards, you!

I offer you truth

-We don't want your truth -No, we don't want it

We will now choose the King of Fools

Applicants come forth Men, women

The ugliest face wins the crown

Ugly faces!

Ugly faces!

How do you like this face?

The ugly is very appealing to man

-It's a matter of taste -No, it's instinct

One shrinks from the ugly, yet wants to look at it

There's a devillsh fascination in it

We extract pleasure from horror

Only the mob, sire

Think so?

Look at our friends They don't look exactly uninterested

Horrible

That's the prettiest ugliness I've ever seen

Awful

Beautiful

What?

That girl, what a beauty

I've never seen her before Have you?

She is pretty

-Who is she? What's her name? -Esmeralda

The people seem to like her, and so do I

-Doctor, lend me half a livre -A half livre?

-Afraid I won't repay you? -She's a Gypsy, sire

Who cares about her race? She's pretty

Doesn't she make your pulse beat faster?

What about you, Doctor?

I'm a widower four times, sire

but I could begin all over again

What's the matter?

That eye

staring at me

-Somebody's in there -It's an animal

-It's a fiend -Come out, if you're a good Christian

Let's get under there and see what it is

Get him out of there

-Get under Get after him -He's going out the other way

-It's Quasimodo -It's the Hunchback of Notre Dame

Don't spoil thelr fun, Frollo

Stay here

Make him the king

Well, Quasimodo, we knew you were ugly, but didn't know you were so ugly

We've never been so close to you before You've always been up in your bell tower

And now we want to make you King of Fools What do you say?

What's the matter? Are you deaf?

The plague to you I offer you the fools' crown, and you bite me

He's deaf, the bells have made him so

Deafmaybe he's dumb, too

-That makes him the perfect king -No, he can speak

-But he doesn't like to -Well, what will we do about it?

Show him the crown

By unanimous vote, we now proclaim you King of Fools

"King Quasimodo, Quasi-Quasimodo

"Quasimodo, ruler of fools we bow

"AII you rabble, scum and scavengers of France

"Mark you the fool with crown upon his ugly brow

"Hail to the idiot king Shout and sing

"Quasimodo, Quasimodo King of the Fools is Quasimodo

"Hail to the king King of the Fools, cock-a-doodle-doo

"Cock-a-doodle-doo, Quasimodo Cock-a-doodle-doo, hey "

I am the true King of Fools

I battle for beauty, and the ugly gets crowned

What greater fool can there be than I?

Stop!

He can't take away our king

-No bills, only petitions -But I need money

The actors must be paid The play was ordered

-This is no time to ask for money -It never is

So, we go hungry

Here, don't push

-Don't push -I must see the king I must

-Must? -Hey, you Gypsy

Let me see your city permit

Catch her! Stop her!

Stop her!

Stop her!

Sanctuary

We've got to arrest her She's a Gypsy

Church is sanctuary for all

They can't enter Paris anymore It's the law now

The power of the law ends at this threshold

It's no use The king himself could do nothing here

Don't be afraid

You are safe here

What have you done? Why are they after you?

I'm a Gypsy

That's not your fault It's an act of God

Take her to the bell tower

Quasimodo will look after her

Quasimodo is not here, Your Grace

-Where is he? -I don't know, Your Grace

Where is my brother?

His Grace is in the vestry, preparing for the evening service

Claude

-I must speak to you -What is it?

It's about Quasimodo

He made a spectacle of himself before the king and all the people

-Where is he now? -Up in his tower

You must impress upon him, again

He must have nothing to do with anybody outside the church

But you have more influence over him than I

He's your foundling, Jean

You picked him up on the church steps, not I

Ever since he was a child, he has looked to you as his protector

Quasimodo is back now I'll take you to him

Who's that?

The Virgin Mary, the Mother of God

The Mother of God

If we open our hearts to her with faith

she comforts us

How can I speak to her?

Kneel down and pray as the others are doing

I've never prayed before

but the priest told me

you help all those who are in need

Give me security Give me happiness

Give me always a good home

Give me a rich husband

Give me beauty

-Give me a rich harvest -Give me prosperity

Give me happiness

Take all I have

but please help my people

They are in great need, in great danger

What are you doing in Notre Dame?

I'm praying

You cannot pray here You are a heathen

Who are you?

You're not a priest, and yet you look like one

I am what I wish to be

-Get up and leave this church -No

You desecrate the very stones on which you kneel

-I? -Yes

First you dance publicly without shame, awakening in every man

the weak and sinful desire to look at you

Dancing isn't sinful to me, it's like talking

-Get up -Leave me alone

Your hand

There's the mark of the devil on it

You witch!

For saying that, I shall have you hanged

Now I know who you are

Mother of God, don't let him hang me

Protect me Protect me

Praying won't help you You come from an evil race

You don't know anything about my people

Honest people don't live by witchcraft and magic

If we really had the power of magic do you think

we'd choose to be outcasts, to be poor and persecuted, always?

Surely we'd use it for our own benefit

AII Gypsies should be destroyed by fire and sword

You mustn't talk like that in here

The Mother of God is listening

I'm a heathen, yet I could be here all my life and never have an evil thought

Never speak, just be here

Look

That window up there, glowing in red and blue

with the setting sun breaking through

and how the light floats around the tall columns

They're like the high pines in the forest

It is so quiet and peaceful here

AImost quieter than in the woods

where the birds chatter and sing when I come

You know, the birds and deer eat out of my hand

They're not shy at all when you are kind to them

I know

You like animals?

Yes

You say that?

You?

Then you cannot hate as much as you pretend to

Somewhere in your heart there must be love

I know

I see it in your eyes

God has shown me the goodness in you

Surely he'll show me a way to help my people

Mother of God, you know how Gypsies are cruelly driven from country to country

So, you see, I have to speak to the king

If he is kind, he will do something to help my people

Please, do make him listen to me

He will

You will be heard

but you must give me a good reason

-They tell me Gypsies are a lot of thieves -That's not true, Your Majesty

Whenever we steal, it's because we're hungry

My people have good hearts, and we love you

You have a good heart too, sire, because you've promised to help us

You little witch I merely meant that I might consider it

Where do you live?

Where shall I send you my answer?

To Notre Dame?

-Yes, Your Majesty -Good

Then I'll send my message here

Oh, thank you Thank you!

Thank you, Mother of God

Thank you Thank you

I must go and tell my people

-Wait -Why?

You live here in sanctuary, don't you?

Don't be so disturbed

You'll enjoy living in the bell tower, high above all Paris

I often like to go there, myself

Come, let me show you

The bellringer will watch over you

Don't be afraid

It's Quasimodo, the bellringer

He's harmless

Don't run away

Come with me

You beast, you monster! Let me go!

What have I done?

Let me go! Let me go!

Devil! You, unholy monster! Let her go!

Help!

Help! Save her, save her!

-What's the noise? -What are you yelling about?

There, it's the Hunchback!

There, the Gypsy dancer, he's running away with her

Save her, save her!

That way, Phoebus

Stop him, Phoebus

Take her Take the girl

Where's everybody running to? What's happened?

-The guards have caught someone? -A criminal

-Who is it? -It's the Hunchback

-Let me hang him -Leave that to the law

Don't let him get away Tie him up well

Stop that biting, or I'll knock your teeth out

What's your name?

Esmeralda

I'll remember it, and I'll see you again

Come on, you beast! Come on!

Come on, go inside

No, no I'd better wait out here

Never wait for a man, my dear

-He'll come back -He will, sure as his name is Phoebus

-Congratulations So you got him -Thanks to your help

-My help? -Yes, you yelled loud enough

I would arouse all Paris against such monsters

Is the Gypsy girl your sweetheart?

Most special, my dear Captain Phoebus

And remember, I will repay you, not she

Pennies, sir

Pennies, sir

Pennies, sir

Pennies, sir

Where's the king?

He's busy now You'll have to wait

The moment I saw her, she went straight to my heart

Esmeralda

you belong to us now

Who's the king here?

I, and nobody else, give the kiss of initiation

Many of our tribe have found this a haven

You, too, will find peace

and a home here

What's the matter?

He doesn't want to pay his daily share

Come with me

Leave him alone

You know what the rules are

Pay up your share or

I'll give you a count of three to change your mind

One

two

three

-Who's that? -A stranger

They said they caught him prowling around the court

How did he get in? Is the guard asleep?

Let me see him

Bow down

You're standing before the King of Beggars

Who are you?

Permit me to introduce myself

Maitre Gringoire

doctor of the seven liberal arts

Do you know where you are?

The Court of Miracles

where the blind can see

and the lame can walk

Do you know what happens to people who come in here uninvited?

-I can imagine -Let me hang him

He's a spy

He's a doctor

I'm a poet, whose play was done at the festival

Anyone caught here who's not a beggar or a thief, must hang

No, no, you can't do this to me I haven't done anything

-It's a rule -I'm not a spy You can't!

No!

What a pity

My ballad could make you immortal

What?

What did you say?

-Say it again -I mean

I mean, I

I intended to write a poem in your honor, to glorify your relgn

-Let me hang him, please -Quiet!

Are you trying to cheat me?

Keep me alive and you will live in history

Imagine, my Clopin, in history

Don't put your oar in

Besides, I belong here naturally

Belng a poet, I'm already a vagabond, and I can learn quickIy to be a thief

And I will amuse you with such rhyming eloquence as you've never dreamed of

Good intentions are not enough

They've never put an onion in a soup, yet

You'll have to undergo a test

Then we'll see if you're good for anything

Get the bellboy ready

Bring him down

And now then, up you go, up

Stand on the stool One leg

-I'll break my neck -Then you'll save us the hanging

Try to take a purse out of that pocket, but if one single bell jingles

you've failed

-And then? -Then you hang

Can you do it?

I'm above that sort of thing I cut throats, I don't cut purses

Try it

Don't tinkle Please, little bells

don't jingle

My life

depends on you

There must be something easier I couldI could try

Surely

get right up and take the bellboy's place

Too bad

And I'd almost come to like him

Clopin

Why not give him a chance to marry one of the girls?

Wait!

Let me hang him

Girls

Poet for sale, poet for sale

Poet for sale

What does that mean?

If one of our girls will marry you, you are free

and I can't hang you

A charming idea

Going

Going

-Goodbye -Goodbye

And thank you, my friend

-Gone -Gone

That neck

Wait, wait

Are you going to hang that man?

Surely

Unless you take him for your husband

I'll take him

Well?

What, do you want her or not?

My rope, my rope

The wedding cup

Take it from Esmeralda

drink and break it

And he had such a nice neck

Let's escort them to the bridal chamber

"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Under the gallows tonight

"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Beggars are wed tonight

"Happy are the cats and mice

"Even the lice

"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Under the gallows tonight

"Ta-ra ta-ta, ta-ra ta-ta Beggars are wed tonight

"Happy are the cats and mice

"Even the lice

"Jump and sing until it's light

"This is a beggar's wedding night "

We must have a light

Here is flint and tinder

-Now, a little wood -Let me help you

No, it's a woman's part to build the fire

But it was a man who first brought it to earth

Who?

-Prometheus -Who is that?

A god who stole it from heaven by holding a rod to the sun

until it burned into flames

He created creatures out of clay

and blew his breath into them and they came to life

Then, they too, could make fires

to warm thelr bodies

As we do?

Just as we do

Oh, Esmeralda, I feel

How can I tell you how I feel?

This day, first people ridiculed me

then I found you

then I lost you

And now

here we are together

married

For such a miracle, I waited through the dark and endless night

When before

my days I hated

now I welcome Phoebus light

Phoebus, king of day

Esmeralda

What did I say to hurt you?

Nothing

You must tell me

Who is Phoebus?

Phoebus, the sun god

The sun god

Why do you ask?

I love a man named Phoebus

Phoebus?

Not that captain who saved you from the Hunchback?

Yes

So you don't love me It was nothing but pity, pity, pity

I'm sorry if I hurt you

Well, since you won't have me

have me as your husband, maybe you'll have me for your friend

My friend?

Do you know what friendship is?

Like brother and sister

like two petals on the same flower

And love?

That's to be two, and at the same time, one

I love you, Esmeralda

so I am ready to live with you as it shall please you

as husband and wife, if you think good

or as brother and sister, if you like it better

I'm enough of a philosopher to hold everything in the proper equillbrium

-The what? -The proper balance

You're a juggler

No, I'm sorry I can't juggle

But you can learn I'll teach you

Look

That's wonderful

I could never do it

Try it

It's no use

Don't talk

Balance it

No use

Something must have happened The whole court is

What's the matter?

He has an order to arrest all the Gypsies

No, only the girls

Round them up, round them up

Good morning, Your Honor

What is it?

The Gypsy girls are ready for your inspection

The one I'm looking for is not here Release them

Did you find in which prison Quasimodo is belng held?

-Not yet, Your Honor -Why not?

-Find out at once -Yes, Your Honor

Quiet

Quiet

Speak up, prisoner The judge is deaf

Your name?

Your age?

Your profession?

Emile, have you

got all the prisoner's answers down?

You are accused of

disturbing the peace

abducting a woman

and resisting the king's guards

What is your defense?

Quick and to the point

Quasimodo

So you plead guilty

Twenty-five, next month

For that, you shall be whipped

Bellringer of Notre Dame

Your Honor, the prisoner is deaf He hears nothing

That's different

For that insolence

you shall spend another hour on the pillory

Next case

"We hereby announce that Quasimodo, the bellringer of Notre Dame

"is to recelve 50 strokes with the cat-o'-nine-tails

"for his attack upon a woman

"Thereafter, he will be exposed for one full hour to public disgrace "

And to think that yesterday on the same spot

they crowned him thelr king

Today

That's life

He's getting what he deserves

If all the nobles got what they deserve, we wouldn't have enough pillories

It's a shame, flogging that cripple

Poor wretch

Master Pierrat

One

two

three

four

five

I can't stand it, Clopin

You could if you'd been whipped once

-Have you? -Twice

Now I buy protection

-From whom? -The nobillty

The guardians of the old and holy traditions

The very same

They buy it from the king, and sell it to those beneath

It's quite all right

You see

after the war, I don't forget, it lasted 100 years

thousands of us went from door to door asking for honest work

and we were whipped for begging

The ruling class didn't say, "Work or starve "

It said, "Starve, for you shall not work "

And I starved

Thousands did, till I organized the Beggars' Guild

Of which I am member 7, 419

You needn't be ashamed

True, we're not great thieves, like the nobles

Our robberies are petty compared to the wholesale plunder of the nation

I wonder if the moral difference isn't in our favor?

Right

Some day you and I will write a book on the truth of beggary

We will

Right now we've got to do something to stop the whipping of that poor devil

Only the chief of justice can do that

Isn't the archbishop his brother?

I don't think he can do anything, but you might try him

Twenty-nine, thirty

thirty-one

That's no whipping He hasn't shed a tear

Those possessed of the devil never do

-It's the whipper's fault -What do you mean?

Our whipper would make him cry

You mean you have a better whipper in Marsellles than we have in Paris?

Yes

Why?

I know, I know, I know

Isn't there any way to stop the whipping?

I wish I had the power

Quasimodo belongs to the world of the church, doesn't he?

He does, yet if he ventures into the world outside, he must accept its laws

If his punishment seems unjust

there is a higher power who watches

and avenges

Forty-nine, fifty

The prisoner shall remain for one full hour on the pillory

The cellars of the Palace of Justice are overflowing with prisoners

It is the same throughout France

It's not the common thief and murderer

but the thousands, and thousands of heretics

freethinkers and preachers of sedition that are our problem

We have to build more prisons

It is not more prisons we need, it's more executions

We're far too lenient What'd you find out?

The prisoner Quasimodo has already been sentenced

-Where is he? -At the pillory

The council is dismissed

Water

Water

Water

Water

Water

Did you see that?

And I thought he loved the Hunchback

Never trust a man with pinched nostrils and thin lips

-Where have you been? -With my people

I crept through the gates to tell them that the king has promised to help us

Water

Water!

There's your water

Claude, I couldn't prevent it

Before I knew what was happening he was already sentenced

What do you think, Jean, made Quasimodo pursue the girl?

He never did anything like it before

He would not disgrace us

unless he was forced to

I know how disappointed you are in him

but we must bear our burden in patience

The hour's up Release him

AII right Go on

She gave me water

"Are we not all God's creatures

"placed in the center of the universe

"to rule with love as our Father in Heaven?

"The time has come to regard our fellow man with respect

"for only thus will we reach the fulfillment of our destiny "

No wonder Frollo fears the printed book

Imagine all the people reading this

The printing press seems to be a great invention

It is I'm glad I'm living in this age of great beginnings

You're hurting me I should have made you my chief torturer

I beg your pardon, sire

I wouldn't have to rub so hard if Your Majesty would bathe more often

-How often would you say? -Twice a year

-Twice a year? -At least

-Would that make me live longer? -It would

Good

I am determined to live 100 years

and more, if your new elixir does what you promise

What's the matter?

Why are the bells ringing at this hour?

And so strangely?

What's the matter with the Hunchback?

You see? It is Quasimodo

He's getting crazier every day

Yes, he certainly has changed

What do you mean?

He's been different ever since that Gypsy girl gave him a drink of water

That's right He keeps mumbling her name

Maybe he's in love with her

Is the lead hot enough to pour?

Who is she?

The Gypsy girl

She's been invited to dance here tonight

-Gringoire, what are you doing? -The world looks beautiful this way

One should always look at it standing on one's head

-Be sensible -Sensible?

It is monstrous to be as sensible as I am

Please remember why you are here

To divert the noble lords and ladies of Paris

Unless they take poison to end the ennui of thelr empty lives

Are you ready?

Yes, I am

Come on, Bimbo

Don't forget your cue, Esmeralda

What have I done?

Why do you pursue me?

What have you done?

You have awakened in me all that should have stayed dormant

I have sought a tranquil existence, and had it

Until I saw you

Since then my powers have failed me

for I cannot rid myself of you

In every book I read, I see your face

In every sound, I hear your voice

or the jingle of your tambourine

I've questioned my conscience through the deep hours of the night

only to awaken in greater confusion

Let me go They are waiting for me to dance

I don't want them to see you dance

-You are breaking my wrist -I don't mean to hurt you

Come away from here

I can't bear it that all those men will see you dance

I want you for myself alone

If I can't have that

it will be my end

and yours

Now, ladies and gentlemen

next in our program

the flower of Egypt

the dancing wonder, Esmeralda

Ladies and gentlemen, this is really not Esmeralda

This is Aristotle

the great mathematician

The miracle goat

He will tell any one of you how much money you have in your purse

Very well How much money have I?

Phoebus, isn't that the Gypsy girl?

Come, Fleur, let's all dance

Well, Bimbo, this is no party for us

Come on, Aristotle

Who are you? Where do you come from?

Speak up I'm a soldier and I'm accustomed to belng obeyed

Here I sit and talk to you as if I had never seen a girl before

never held one in my arms

Why do I do this?

Why?

-Because you love me -Because I love you?

Forever

Forever is a long time

You forget I am a soldier and gamble swiftly with life and death

I am willing to throw my life away for you, today

Tomorrow

You see, love is only a part of my life

It's a very sweet part, I admit

For me, it is everything

It's all my life

There is someone here

What is it?

Don't worry

Phoebus

now I see

why Luna guards the night

for the soul to pray

How I welcome Phoebus light

Phoebus, king of day

-Say again you love me -I love you

More than anything in the world?

I can't do any more than just love you

-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 devillsh 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

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

Sanctuarysanctuary

Sanctuarysanctuary

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'mI'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'll

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 nobillty

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 belng distributed

by craftsmen and students throughout Paris?

Throughout the whole country, sire

My craftsmen are awakening

The result of your printing press, sire

-If we had taken-- -Read on, read on

"The people have faith in thelr 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 belng 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

Charge!

People

They've come to hang you

But I'll keep them away If you don't leave here

they can't catch you No one can get in here

I wouldn't let them

If you are afraid

pull the rope

I can hear the bell

What's the matter? Are you all cowards?

You can't let those thieving nobles hang an innocent girl

She's one of us Come on, fight

You're not afraid of a stick of wood, are you?

Where's your courage, beggars?

Come on, we'll save her! Set her free

Come on! Fight!

Don't slink away like frightened rats

What are you afraid of? There's no demon up there

That's only Quasimodo, the bellringer We should thank him

for furnishing us with a battering ram

Come on, lads, do your work

Come on, lads!

Forward!

Forward, lads

Parisians

Parisians

she's free

We won

The king has pardoned her

Disperse and go your ways in peace

The girl has been pardoned

and all her people are free to live anywhere in France

We've won

Why didn't you wait?

I told you I could save her without using force

I thought that was just a poet's dream

Don't thank me Thank Quasimodo, who saved you from hanging

And Gringoire, whose little printed papers set you free

Your Grace

Why was I not made of stone like thee?