Phantom of the Opera Page #5

You make me nervous!

It's gone.

Did you hear that, Lecours?

My master key is gone.

Do you realize what

that means, Lecours?

With that key in

his possession,

the thief can

open 2,500 doors!

To say nothing of thousands

of closets and cabinets.

Perhaps the pickled pigs' feet

will kill him.

Oh, you don't

seem to understand.

Why, he can hide everywhere.

The entire police force

couldn't find him here.

You don't seem to realize the

extent of this place, Lecours.

You have never taken

the trouble to find out.

Why should I?

I have troubles enough.

What are you

waiting for?

Get the police!

Yes, monsieur.

Pat, a ham, pickled pigs'

feet and 2,500 rooms!

What is the

Opera coming to?

That's lovely.

What is it?

It's a lullaby of Provence.

I've known it all my life.

Hear those bells ringing

Soft and low

Bringing peace

Through the twilight glow

Calling to everyone

Night has begun

Tired from your weary toil

Day's work is done

Hear them ring

While my love and I

Drift and dream

To their lullaby

Hear those bells ringing

Soft and low

Ringing peace

Through the twilight glow

Calling to everyone

Night has...

Monsieur Daubert.

Madame.

They call this

rehearsing, monsieur.

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I must see you,

Christine.

Well, you see, I'm

busy right now, Raoul.

Christine!

Please remember that you are

speaking to a gentleman.

Well...

Come in, Raoul.

Rehearsals!

Anatole, well,

he's been helping me.

Oh, Monsieur

is very kind.

Not at all, monsieur.

I find it a pleasure.

I'm Anatole Garron

of the Opera.

Oh, I'm so sorry. This is

Inspector Daubert, of the Sret.

I've heard of you, Monsieur Inspector.

Your work must be exciting.

Not so exciting

as yours, monsieur.

It doesn't lend itself

to self-expression.

I didn't recognize that delightful

song you were singing, Christine.

But as you know, I am no

connoisseur of the opera.

It's not from an opera, Raoul.

It's a lullaby.

A lullaby.

It didn't seem very

effective as a lullaby.

Well, you

see, Monsieur Inspector,

a song is capable of many

interpretations by a musician.

By a detective, too.

Though no doubt the detective

is usually mistaken.

I must see you alone,

Christine.

I'm here on business

from the Sret.

With me?

What business could mademoiselle

have with the Sret?

What is it, Raoul?

If you don't mind,

I'd rather Anatole stay.

Very well,

Christine.

You know

Erique Claudio?

Well, yes.

How well?

I knew him only as a

violinist in the orchestra.

I encountered him

a few times in the foyer

or on the stage or

outside the Opera,

but that's all.

He... He acted

a little strangely,

but I assumed he was

that way with everybody.

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