The Hunchback of Notre Dame Page #3

- 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.

All 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.

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