He rounds on her, bitterly  
  
  
  
  
  
  
   

 He hears the offstage voices of the pursuing mob  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Raoul and Giry appear above. 
She turns to go back up the slope. Raoul looks at the water. He removes his coat and plunges in. The mob appears at the top of the slope. They come down to the lake edge, their torches flickering. 

 Mob 
(offstage) 

 Phantom 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Giry 
 

 Raoul 

Mob 
 
 

 Why, you ask,  
was I bound and chained  
in this cold and dismal place?  
Not for any  
mortal sin, but the  
wickedness of  
my abhorrent face!  
 
 

 Track down this murderer!  
He must be found!  

 Hounded out by  
everyone!  
Met with hatred  
everywhere!  
No kind words from  
anyone!  
No compassion  
anywhere!  

 Christine, Christine . . .  
Why, why . . .?  

 He lives across the lake, monsieur. This is as far as 
I dare go. 

 Madame Giry, thank you. 

Track down this  
murderer -  
He must be found!  
Hunt out this  
animal,  
who runs to ground!  
Too long he's  
preyed on us -  
but now we know:  
the Phantom of the Opera  
is there  
deep down below . . .  

 He's here: the Phantom of the Opera . . . 

 He places the veil on her head 
 
 
 
 
They are almost touching. She looks calmly and coldly into his face 
 
 
 

 The Phantom suddenly senses Raoul's presence. 
Behind the portcullis, Raoul climbs out of the water 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He gestures, and the fence rises. Raoul enters. 
So saying, he takes the Punjab lasso and, before Raoul 
has a chance to move, catches him by the neck. The end of the rope, of which the Phantom has let go, remains 
magically suspended in mid-air 
 
 
He turns to her 
 

 Phantom 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 Christine 
 
 
 
 
 

 Phantom 
 

 (to Raoul) 
 
 
 
 
 
Raoul 
 
 

 
Phantom 
(dryly to Christine) 

 Raoul 

Phantom 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 (taunting) 
 

 Am I now to be  
prey to your  
lust for flesh?  

 That fate, which  
condemns me  
to wallow in blood  
has also  
denied me  
the joys of the flesh . . .  
this face -  
the infection  
which poisons our love . . .  

 This face,  
which earned  
a mother's fear  
and loathing . . .  
A mask,  
my first  
unfeeling scrap  
of clothing . . .  

 Pity comes  
too late -  
turn around  
and face your fate:  
an eternity of this  
before your eyes!  

 This haunted face  
holds no horror  
for me now . . .  
It's in your soul  
that the true  
distortion lies . . .  

 Wait! I think, my dear,  
we have a guest!  

 Sir, this is indeed  
an unparalleled delight!  
I had rather hoped  
that you would come.  
And now my wish comes true -  
you have truly made my night!  

 Free her!  
Do what you like  
only free her!  
Have you no pity?  

 Your lover makes  
a passionate plea!  
 

 Let me see her . . . 

Be my guest, sir . .  

Monsieur, I  
bid you welcome!  
Did you think that  
I would harm her?  
Why should I make  
her pay  
for the sins which  
are yours?  

 Order your fine horses now!  
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!  
Nothing can save you now -  
except perhaps Christine . . .  

 Start a new life with me -  
Buy his freedom with your love!  
Refuse me, and you send your lover to his  
death!  
This is the choice -  
This is the point of no return!

 To the Phantom 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She reflects for a moment, then with resolution moves 
slowly towards the Phantom. 
 

 Now calmly facing him, she kisses him long and full on 
the lips. The embrace lasts a long time. Raoul watches in horror and wonder. 
 

 Christine 
 
Phantom 
 
 
 

 Christine 
 

 Phantom 
 
Christine (quietly at first, then with growing 
emotion) 
 

 Too late for turning back,  
Too late for prayers and useless pity...  

 One by one  
I've watched  
illusions shattered . . .  

 For either way  
you choose,  
you cannot win!  

 So, do you end  
your days with me,  
or do you send  
him to his grave?  

 Why make her lie  
to you, to save  
me?  

 Don't throw your life  
away for my sake . . .  

 When will you see  
reason . . .?  

 His life is now the prize  
which you must earn!  

 You've passed the point  
of no return . . .  

 . . . you deceived me -  
I gave my mind  
blindly . . .  

 You try my patience - 
make your choice! 

 Pitiful creature  
of darkness . . .  
What kind of life  
have you known . . .?  

 God give me courage  
to show you  
you are not  
alone . . .  
 

 Christine re-enters and walks slowly towards him. 
She takes off her ring and gives it to the Phantom 
She hurries off The Phantom puts the ring on his 
finger 
 

 In the distance, to Raoul, as the boat pulls away in the shadow 
 
 
 
Looking after her 
 
The Phantom walks slowly towards the throne. He takes his place on it, sitting on his cloak. 

 The mob including Meg, appears above, climbing 
down the portcullis. As the Mob enters the lair, the Phantom wraps his cloak around himself and disappears. 

 Meg crosses to the throne and picks up his mask in her small hand 
 

 Phantom 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Phantom 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Christine 
 
 

Phantom 
 
 

 Take her - forget me - forget all of this . . .  
Leave me behind - forget all you've seen . . .  
Go now - don't let them find you!  
Take the boat -swear to me,  
never to tell  
the secrets you know,.  
of the angel in hell..  
Go . . .  
Go now - go now and leave me!  
  

 Masquerade . . .  
Paper faces on parade . . .  
Masquerade . . .  
Hide your face  
so the world will  
never find you . . .  
  

 Christine, I love you . . .  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 Say you'll share with  
me, one  
love, one lifetime . . .  
say the word  
and I will follow you . .  
  

 You alone  
can make my song take flight -  
it's over now, the music of the night . . .