RAOUL
Madame Giry, wait. . .

GIRY
Please, Monsieur - I know no more than
anyone else.

RAOUL
That's not true.

GIRY (uneasily)
Please, Monsieur, don't ask, there have been too many accidents . . .

RAOUL (ironical)
Accidents?!
Please, Madame Giry, for all our sakes . . .

GIRY
Very well. It was years ago. There was a traveling
fair in the city. The gypsies.
I was very young, studying to be a ballerina.
One of many living in the dormitories of the opera house.

Scary woman: See the wonder from the East!

Cruel man. Come. Come. Come inside. Come and see The Devil's Child.

Cruel man.
You d___ demon!(Beats)
Villain! (beats)
Ne'er do-well! (Beats)
Libertine! (Beats)
Dangerous! (Beats)
Hideous! (Beats)
Monstrous! (Beats)
BEAST! (Beats very hard)

Cruel Man. Behold, Mesdames and messieurs, the Devil's Child!

Man: Murder!

Policeman: Which way?!
Man: That way! That way!
Policeman: He's getting away!

GIRY: (Narrating the story)
I hid him from the world, and its cruelties.

Young Giry. If you stay in here, you are safe.

Young Erik. Thank you so much, young lady.

GIRY:
He has known nothing else of life since then except this opera house.
I called him Erik.
It was his playground and now his artistic domain, he's a genius.
He's an architect and designer,
he's...composer and a...magician. A genius, Monsieur!

ROUL: But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.

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