The Making of Disney's 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame'

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# Morning in Paris

The city awakes #

# To the bells

of Notre Dame #

# The fisherman fishes

The baker man bakes #

# To the bells

of Notre Dame #

- # To the big bells

as loud as the thunder#

# To the little bells

soft as a psalm #

# And some say the soul

of the city's the toll #

# Of the bells #

# The bells

of Notre Dame #

Listen.

They're beautiful, no?

So many colors of sound,

so many changing moods.

Because you know they do not

ring all by themselves.

- They don't?

- No, you silly boy.

- Up there, high,

high in the dark bell tower,

Lives the mysterious

bell ringer.

- Who is this creature?

- Who?

- What is he?

- What?

- How did he come to be there?

- How?

- Hush. Clopin will tell you.

- Ow!

It is a tale,

a tale of a man...

and a monster.

- # Dark was the night

when our tale was begun #

- # On the docks

near Notre Dame #

- Shut it up, will you?

- We'll be spotted!

- Hush, little one.

# Four frightened Gypsies

slid silently under#

# The docks

near Notre Dame #

Four guilders

for safe passage into Paris.

# A trap had been laid

for the Gypsies #

# And they gazed up

in fear and alarm #

# At a figure

whose clutches #

- # Were iron

as much as the bells #

- Judge Claude Frollo!

# The bells #

- # Of Notre Dame #

- # Kyrie eleison #

#Judge Claude Frollo

longed to purge the world

of vice and sin #

# Kyrie eleison #

# And he saw corruption #

# Everywhere

except within #

Bring these Gypsy vermin

to the Palace ofJustice.

You there!

What are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt.

Take them from her.

She ran.

# Dies irae

Dies irae #

# Dies illa

Dies illa #

# Solvet saeclum

in favilla #

Aah!

- # Quando tremor

est futurus #

# Quando judex

est venturus #

Sanctuary!

Please, give us sanctuary!

# Quando tremor

est futurus #

# Dies irae #

A baby?

A monster!

# Solvet saeclum

in favilla #

# Dies irae

Dies irae #

- Stop!

- ... cried the Archdeacon.

This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it

back to hell, where it belongs.

# See, there, the innocent blood

you have spilt #

# On the steps

of Notre Dame #

I am guiltless.

She ran. I pursued.

# Now you would add this child's

blood to your guilt #

- # On the steps

of Notre Dame #

- My conscience is clear.

# You can lie to yourself

and your minions #

# You can claim

that you haven't a qualm #

# But you never

can run from #

# Nor hide what you've done

from the eyes #

# The very eyes #

# Of Notre Dame #

# Kyrie eleison #

# And for one time

in his life #

# Of power and control #

# Kyrie eleison #

# Frollo felt a twinge of fear

for his immortal soul #

- What must I do?

- Care for the child

and raise it as your own.

What? I am to be saddled

with this misshapen...

Very well. But let him live

with you in your church.

- Live here? Where?

- Anywhere.

#Just so he's kept locked away

where no one else can see #

The bell tower, perhaps.

And who knows? Our Lord works

in mysterious ways.

# Even this foul creature

may yet prove one day to be #

# Of use to me #

And Frollo gave

the child a cruel name,

a name that means,

"half-formed."

Quasimodo.

# Now here is a riddle

to guess if you can #

# Sing the bells

of Notre Dame #

# Who is the monster

And who is the man #

- # Sing the bells, bells

bells, bells #

# Bells, bells

bells, bells #

# Bells of Notre Dame ##

Good morning.

Will today be the day?

Are you ready to fly?

You sure? Good day to try.

Why, if-if I picked a day

to fly, oh, this would be it.

The Festival of Fools.

It will be fun with jugglers

and-and-and music and dancing.

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