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The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996 film)

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And he shall smite the wicked, and plunge them into the fiery pit!

The Hunchback of Notre Dame is a 1996 Disney animated film loosely based on Victor Hugo's classic 1831 novel of the same name. It's released by Walt Disney Feature Animation and distributed by Buena Vista Pictures Distribution, Inc.

Directed by Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise. Written by Tab Murphy, Irene Mecchi, Bob Tzudiker, Noni White, Jonathan Roberts and based on Victor Hugo's classic 1831 novel of the same name. Songs by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz. Score Produced by Alan Menken.
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Quasimodo

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  • If I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it! The Festival of Fools! It will be fun. The jugglers, and music, and dancing...
  • Thanks for the encouragement. But you're all forgetting one big thing. [Gargoyles: What?] My master, Frollo.
  • I'm sorry, master. I will never disobey you again.
  • At sunset, I ring the evening mass, and after that, I clean the cloisters, and then I ring the vespers, and-- [Esmerelda kisses him on the cheek] Whatever's good for you.
  • Look. I appreciate what you're all trying to do, but let's not fool ourselves. Ugliest face in all Paris, remember? I don't think I'm her type.
  • What? What am I supposed to do? Go out there and rescue the girl from the-from the jaws of death, and the whole town will cheer like I'm some kind of a hero?! She already has her knight in shining armor, and it's not me! [sighs] Frollo was right. Frollo was right about everything. I'm tired of trying to be something that I'm not.
  • We've done it, Esmeralda! We've beaten them back! Come and see!
  • [to Frollo; angrily and losing patience] No! You listen! All my life, you've told me the world is a dark, cruel place! But now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!

Judge Claude Frollo

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  • I am a public official. I must go. But I don't enjoy a moment. Thieves and hustlers and the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor.
  • You are forgiven. But remember, Quasimodo, this is your sanctuary.
  • [while watching Stanley Yelnats IV suffer] In a moment, captain. A lesson needs to be learned here.
  • Mark my words, Gypsy. You will pay for this insolence.
  • But, how? I... never mind! Get out, you idiot! I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris!
  • Burn it! [Phoebus: What?!] Until it smolders. These people are traitors and must be made examples of.
  • The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.
  • Don't waste your arrows. Let the traitor rot in his watery grave! Find the girl! If you have to burn the city to the ground, so be it!
  • [after realizing that Esmeralda is still at large] I had the entire cathedral surrounded; guards at every door. There was no way she could've escaped... unless...
  • [suspicious about Phoebus] I think...you're hiding something. [Quasimodo: Oh, no, Master. There's no-] You're not eating, boy.
  • YOU IDIOT!! THAT WASN'T KINDNESS, IT WAS CUNNING! SHE'S A GYPSY! GYPSIES AREN'T CAPABLE OF REAL LOVE! Think, boy! Think of your mother! [calms down] But what chance could a poor, misshapen child like you have against her heathen treachery? Well, never you mind, Quasimodo. She will be out of our lives soon enough. I will free you from her evil spell. She will torment you no longer. [Quasimodo: What do you mean?] I know where her hideout is, and tomorrow at dawn, I attack with a thousand men.
  • The prisoner Esmeralda has been accused of the crime of witchcraft. The sentence: death!
  • Silence, you old fool! The hunchback and I have unfinished business to attend to. And this time, you will not interfere.
  • [upon realizing that Esmeralda had survived] She lives!
  • I should have known you'd risk your life to save that Gypsy witch, just as your own mother died trying to save you.
  • [last words] And he shall smite the wicked, and plunge them into the fiery pit!

Hugo

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  • [post credits scene] Good night, everybody! Wah-ha-hoo!

Lyrics

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Topsy Turvy

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  • Come one, come all
    Close the churches and the schools
    It's the day for breaking rules
    Come and join the Feast of Fools!
  • Every man's a king and every king's a clown
    Once again, it's topsy turvy day
    It's the day the devil in us gets released
    It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
    Everything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!
  • Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
    On the sixth of January
    All because it's topsy turvy day
    Come one, come all!


Dialogue

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Clopin: ♪Morning in Paris, the city awakens to the bells of Notre Dame. The fisherman fishes, the bakerman 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!♫ [spoken] Listen, they're beautiful, no? So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they don't ring all by themselves.
Puppet: They don't?!
Clopin: No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?
Puppet: Who?
Clopin: What is he?
Puppet: What?
Clopin::? How did he come to be here?
Puppet: How?
Clopin: Hush!
Puppet: Ohh...
Clopin: And Clopin will warn you. It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster!
[A wipe to a dark night. A band of gypsies are silently proceeding down the Seine, hoping to avoid detection. A baby in the woman's arms begins to cry]
Clopin: ♪Dark was the night if our tale was begun on the docks near Notre Dame.♫
Quasimodo's Father: Shut it up, will you?
Jacques: We'll be spotted!
Quasimodo's Mother: Hush, little one!
Clopin: ♪Four frightened gypsies slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame.♫
Boatman: Four guilders for safe passage into Paris.
Clopin: ♪But a trap had been laid for the gypsies as they gazed up in fear and alarm. At a figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bells.♫
Quasimodo's Father: Judge Claude Frollo!
Clopin: ♪The bells of Notre Dame. Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin. And he saw corruption everywhere, except within.♫
Judge Claude Frollo: [His first words] Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice.
Guard: [to mother] You there! Whatcha hiding from?
Judge Claude Frollo: Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her.
Clopin: She ran!
[As Quasimodo's mother tries to escape with her baby, Judge Claude Frollo gives chase on horseback. She reaches the doors of Notre Dame and pounds on them]
Quasimodo's Mother: Sanctuary! Please give us sanctuary!
[Judge Claude Frollo eventually catches up to her on the steps of the cathedral. He tears the yet-covered bundle from her arms and kicks her, sending her smashing to the cement steps, where she is knocked unconscious. The baby begins to cry]
Judge Claude Frollo: A baby? [uncovers the baby's head, seeing the deformed infant] A monster! [looks around, searching for a road to expose the creature. He sees a well and rides over to it. He is about to drop the baby down the well as a voice shouts out]
Archdeacon: Stop!
Clopin: Cried the archdeacon.
Judge Claude Frollo: This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where that belongs!
Archdeacon: See there the innocent blood you have spilled on the steps of Notre Dame.
Judge Claude Frollo: I am guiltless--she ran, I pursued.
Archdeacon: Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre Dame.
Judge Claude Frollo: My conscience is clear!
Archdeacon: You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven't a qualm. But you never can run from, now look what you've done from the eyes. The very eyes of Notre Dame!
Clopin: And for one time in his life or power and control, Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul.
Judge Claude Frollo: What must I do?
Archdeacon: Care for the child, and raise it as your own.
Judge Claude Frollo: What? I'm to be saddled with this misshapen-- [pauses as a thought creeps across his face] Very well. Let him live with you, in your church.
Archdeacon: Live here? Where?
Judge Claude Frollo: Anywhere. [sings] Just where he's kept locked away where no one else can see. [spoken] The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows---our Lord works in mysterious fashions. [singing] Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be of use to me.
Clopin: 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!
[We have wiped from watching Clopin's puppet show to the actual bells ringing in the tower, and the back of this mysterious Quasimodo ringing them. As we end on a beautiful shot of the bells ringing, and the word "Dame" is sung with the cymbal smash, the title "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" appears on screen. We fly down to an exterior with the frozen forms of Victor and Hugo, with a bird's nest in his mouth, on the balcony. As Quasimodo comes out, the bird awakens.]
Quasimodo: Good morning!
[The bird squeaks its approval.]
Quasimodo: Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?
[The bird squeaks its disapproval.]
Quasimodo: 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--the jugglers, and music, and dancing...
[The bird, who had been resting in Quasimodo's hand, has begun to flap its wings. Quasimodo slowly removes his hands until the bird is hovering in place. He chuckles and shows his hands to the bird, who finally realizes that it is flying. It squeaks an approval, then a question, as a flock of birds fly by.]
Quasimodo: Go on! Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever!
[The bird flies off to join the flock. As soon as it's gone, Hugo, and later, Victor, come to life. Hugo spits out the nest.]
Hugo: Oh, man! I thought he'd never leave! I'll be spittin' feathers for a week!
Victor: Well, that's what you get for sleeping with your mouth open.
Hugo: Heh-heh, go scare a nun. Hey, Quasi, what's going on out there? A fight? A flogging?
Victor: A festival.
Hugo: You mean the Feast of Fools?
Quasimodo: Aha!
Hugo: Alright alright! Pour the wine and cut the cheese.
Victor: It is a treat to watch the colorful pageantry of the simple peasant folk.
Hugo: Boy, nothing like balcony seats for watching the old F.O.F.
Quasimodo: Yeah, watching. [leaves, downcast]
Hugo: Ah, look. A mime. [Hugo prepares to spit on the mime, Victor stops him and Hugo swallows his prize]
[They proceed inside to Quasimodo. Laverne catches up to them.]
Hugo: Hey, hey, hey! What gives?
Victor: Aren't you going to watch the festival with us?
Hugo: I don't get it.
Victor: Perhaps he's sick!
Laverne: Impossible. If 20 years of listening to you two hasn't made him sick by now, nothing will.
Victor: But watching the Festival of Fools has always been the highlight of the year for Quasimodo.
Laverne: What good is watchin' the party if you never get to go? Here, get away from me! [Birds have begun to roost on Laverne. She waves them away.] Go on, you bunch of buzzards! He's not made of stone, like us.
[Laverne goes to Quasimodo, who is at his table with a model of the city and small toys painted like townspeople.]
Laverne: Quasi, what's wrong? You wanna tell ol' Laverne all about it?
Quasimodo: I... I just don't feel like watching the festival, that's all.
Laverne: Well, did you ever think about going there instead?
Quasimodo: Sure, But I'd never fit in down there. I'm not... normal.
Laverne: Oh, Quasi, Quasi, Quasi. [She pauses as the birds have returned to perch on her again. - To birds] Do you mind? I would like to have a moment with the boy, if it's all right with you!
Hugo: [To Quasimodo] Hey, quit beating around the bell tower. What do we gotta do? Paint you a fresco?
Victor: As your friends and guardians, we insist you attend the festival.
Quasimodo: Me?
[Enter Hugo, with a figurine of a Pope, from Quasimodo's tabletop scene.]
Hugo: No, the Pope. Of course, you!
[Victor shoves the Pope figurine in Quasimodo's mouth.]
Victor: It would be a veritable potpourri of educational experience.
[Hugo pulls the figurine out of Quasimodo's mouth.]
Hugo: Wine, women and song!
Victor: You can learn to identify various regional cheeses!
Hugo: Bobbing for snails!
Victor: And the indigenous folk music.
Hugo: Playin' dunk the monk!
Laverne: Quasi, take it from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin' is all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without you.
Hugo: Yeah, you're human, with the flesh, and the hair, and the navel lint. We're just part of the architecture, right, Victor?
Victor: Yet, if you chip us, will we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moss?
Laverne: Quasi, just grab a fresh tunic and a clean pair of hose and--
Quasimodo: Thanks for the encouragement. But you're all forgetting one big thing.
Gargoyles: What?
Quasimodo: My master, Frollo.
Gargoyles: [dejectedly] Oh, yeah, right [etc.]
Victor: Well, when he says you're forbidden from ever leaving the bell tower, does he mean "ever ever?"
Quasimodo: Never ever! And he hates the Feast of Fools! He'd be furious if I asked to go.
Hugo: Who says you gotta ask?
Quasimodo: Oh, no.
Hugo: Ya sneak out...
Laverne: It's just one afternoon...
Quasimodo: I couldn't--
Hugo: ...and ya sneak back in.
Laverne: He'll never know you were gone.
Quasimodo: I mean, if I got caught?
Victor: Better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission.
Quasimodo: He might see me.
Hugo: You could wear a disguise. Just this once. What Frollo doesn't know, can't hurt you!
Victor: Ignorance is bliss.
Hugo: [aside] Look who's talking...
Laverne: Nobody wants to stay cooped up here forever.
[Quasimodo thinks for a moment, then a smile creeps across his face.]
Quasimodo: You're right! I'll go! [The gargoyles cheer.] I'll get cleaned up. [Another cheer] I'll stroll down those stairs. [Another cheer] I'll march through the doors and--
[Quasimodo and the gargoyles have been advancing on the door leading downstairs.]
[As Quasimodo nears it, Judge Claude Frollo appears in the doorway suddenly, cutting Quasi short and returning the gargoyles to stone.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Good morning, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo: Ahem, good morning, master.
Judge Claude Frollo: Dear boy, whomever were you talking to?
Quasimodo: My friends.
Judge Claude Frollo: I see. [he taps Victor on the head.] And what are your friends made of, Quasimodo?
Quasimodo: Stone.
Judge Claude Frollo: Can stone talk?
Quasimodo: No, it can't.
Judge Claude Frollo: That's right. You're a smart lad. Now, lunch. [upon hearing the word, Quasimodo goes off and retrieves a table setting a silver chalices and plate for Judge Claude Frollo and a wooden cup and plate for himself.] Shall we review your alphabet today?
Quasimodo: Oh, yes, Master. I would like that very much.
Judge Claude Frollo: Very well. A?
Quasimodo: Abomination.
Judge Claude Frollo: B?
Quasimodo: Blasphemy?
Judge Claude Frollo: C?
Quasimodo: C-C-Contrition.
Judge Claude Frollo: D?
Quasimodo: Damnation?
Judge Claude Frollo: E?
Quasimodo: Eternal damnation.
Judge Claude Frollo: Good. F?
Quasimodo: Festival.
Judge Claude Frollo: [spits out his drink in shock at the absent-minded and incorrect response.] Excuse me?
Quasimodo: F-F-Forgiveness.
Judge Claude Frollo: You said...festival.
Quasimodo: No!
Judge Claude Frollo: You are thinking about goin' to the festival.
Quasimodo: It's just that...you go every year.
Judge Claude Frollo: I am a public official; I must go. But I don't enjoy a moment. Thieves and hustlers and the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor.
Quasimodo: I didn't mean to upset you, master.
Judge Claude Frollo: Quasimodo, can't you understand? When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child, anyone else would drowned you. And this my thanks for taking you in and raising you as my son?
Quasimodo: [ashamed] I'm sorry, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: Oh, my dear, Quasimodo, you don't know what it's like out there. I do. I do. ♪The world is cruel. The world is wicked. It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city. I am your onllly friend. I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you! I who look upon you without fear. How can I protect boy. Unless you always stay in here. Away in here.♪ Remember, what I taught you, Quasimodo. ♪ You are deformed. 🎵
Quasimodo: ♪ I am deformed. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo: ♪And you are ugly. 🎵
Quasimodo:♪And I am ugly. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo: ♪And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity. You do not comprehend. 🎵
Quasimodo:♪ You are my one defender. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo:♪Out there they'll revile as a monster. 🎵
Quasimodo: ♪ I am a monster. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo: ♪Out there they will have and scorn and jeer. 🎵
Quasimodo:♪Only a monster. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo: ♪Why invite their calumny, and consternation. Stay in here. Be faithful to me. 🎵
Quasimodo: ♪I'm faithful. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo: ♪Grateful to me. 🎵
Quasimodo: ♪I'm grateful. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo: ♪Do as I say. Obey. 🎵
Judge Claude Frollo and Quasimodo: ♪And stay...in...heeeere!!! 🎵
Quasimodo: You are good to me, master. I'm sorry.
Judge Claude Frollo: You are forgiven. But remember, Quasimodo, this is your sanctuary.
Quasimodo: My sanctuary! [Judge Claude Frollo leaves; someone ad to this.] 🎵Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone. Gazing at the people down below me! All of my life, I watch them as I hide up here alone. Hungry for the histories they show me! All of my life, I memorise of the faces! Knowing them as they will never know me! All of my life, I wonder how it feels to pass the day! Not above them. But part of theeeem! And out there, living in the sun! Give me one day out there, all I ask is one! To hold forever! Out there, where they all live unaware! What I'd give! What I'd dare! Just to live one day out there! Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives! Through the roofs and gables I can see them! Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives! Heedless of the gift it is to be them! If I was in their skin! I'd treasure every instant! Out there, strolling by the Seine! Taste a morning out there, like ordinary men! Who freely walk about there! Just one day and then, I swear! I'll be content! With my share! Won't resent! Won't despair! Old and bent! I won't care! I'll have spent one day out there!🎵
[Dissolve down to street level, where, in the midst of all the activity, walks Phoebus, and his horse, Achilles. Phoebus is consulting a map.]
Phoebus: Huh, you leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.
[He looks and sees a pair of guards walking by.]
Phoebus: Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm looking for the Palace of Justice. Would you-- [they completely ignore him] Hmmm, I guess not.
[Meanwhile, in a corner, Esmeralda and Djali are dancing for change. A woman and her child walk by, but the woman steers her child away.]
Woman: Stay away, child--they're gypsies. They'll steal us blind.
[Phoebus, entranced by Esmeralda's dancing, drops a few coins into the hat on the ground. Soon, a boy on top of the wall whistles. Everything comes to a halt, and all scramble for cover. As Djali grabs the hat, coins fly everywhere. He runs, and Esmeralda runs out to grab the money. As she's gathering the change, the guards arrive.]
Brutish Guard: All right, gypsy, where'd ya get the money?
Esmeralda: For your information, I earned it.
Brutish Guard: Gypsies don't earn money.
Oafish Guard: You steal it?
Esmeralda: You'd know a lot about stealing!
Brutish Guard: Troublemaker!
Oafish Guard: Maybe a day in the stocks will cool you down.
[She fights them, and eventually escapes. As the guards begin to chase, Phoebus blocks them with Achilles, and they fall to the ground. Brutish Guard falls into a dirty puddle and is in the right spot, and...]
Phoebus: Achilles! Sit!
[Achilles does as he is told, and sits on top of Brutish Guard.]
Brutish Guard: Woah!
Phoebus: Oh, dear, I'm sorry. Naughty horse, naughty! He's just impossible! Really, I can't take him anywhere.
Brutish Guard: Get this thing off me!
Oafish Guard: [approaching Phoebus] I'll teach you a lesson, peasant!
[He whips out a small dagger, to which Phoebus pulls out his shining sword.]
Phoebus: You were saying, Lieutenant?
[Oafish Guard realizes who it is.]
Oafish Guard: Oh, Captain! :[accidentally hits himself] Ow! At your service, sir!
[Phoebus sheathes his sword, then bends down to Brutish Guard.]
Phoebus: I know you have a lot on your mind right now, but...the Palace of Justice?
[Cut to the guards making a path for Captain Phoebus. As he walks, he sees some coins on the ground. He picks them up and drops them in the hat of an old man sitting on the street. After he passes, the "old man" pulls his hood down to reveal Djali sitting on Esmeralda's head. She looks at him curiously. Phoebus is trying to move through the crowd, but Achilles is refusing to come along.]
Phoebus: Come on, boy. Achilles! Heel!
[We zoom into the Palace of Justice, and end up in the dungeon, where a guard in the next room is whipping a prisoner, as Judge Claude Frollo listens. Phoebus enters]
Judge Claude Frollo: Stop!
Guard: Sir?
Judge Claude Frollo: Ease up. Wait between lashes. Otherwise the older sting will dull him to the new.
Guard: Yes, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: [turns to Phoebus.] Ah, so this is the gallant Captain Phoebus, home from the wars.
Phoebus: Reporting for duty, as ordered, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: Your service record precedes you, Phoebus. I expect nothing but the best from a war hero of your calibre.
Phoebus: And you shall have it, sir. I guarantee it.
Judge Claude Frollo: Yes. You know, my last captain of the guard was, um, a bit of a disappointment to me.
[A whip crack and a man scream interrupts Judge Claude Frollo. Phoebus appears startled at the crack.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Well, no matter. I'm sure you'll whip my men into shape.
Phoebus: Uh, thank you, sir, uh, very, uh, trem--uh, a tremendous honor, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: You've come to Paris in her darkest hour, Captain. It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being so easily misled.
Phoebus: Misled, sir?
Judge Claude Frollo: Look, Captain. Gypsies. The gypsies live outside normal order. Their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts, and they must be stopped.
Phoebus: I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune-tellers and palm-readers?
Judge Claude Frollo: Oh, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For 20 years, I have been taking care of the gypsies, One. By. One. [On each of the last three words, Judge Claude Frollo crushes one of three ants on a tile.] And yet, for all of my success, they have thrived! [He flips the tile over, revealing scores of ants scurrying around underneath.] I believe they have a safe haven, within the walls of this very city. A nest, if you will. They call it the Court of Miracles.
Phoebus: What are we going to do about it, sir? [Judge Claude Frollo slams the tile back down upside down, crushing the remainder of the ants.] You make your point quite vividly, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: You know, I like you captain. Shall we? [begins to leave, when the crowd below begins to cheer loudly.] Oh, duty calls. Have you ever attended a peasant festival, Captain?
Phoebus: Not recently, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: Then this should be quite an education for you. Come along.
[We descend to ground level, and see Quasimodo climbing down the side of the cathedral. He wanders into the crowd, as an oncoming group of people begin to sing, Topsy Turvy.]
People: Come one! Come all!
LEAVE YOUR LOOMS AND MILKING STOOLS
COOP THE HENS AND PEN THE MULES!
COME ONE! COME ALL!
CLOSE THE CHURCHES AND THE SCHOOLS!
IT'S THE DAY FOR BREAKING RULES!
COME AND JOIN THE FEAST...OF...
Clopin: [spoken] FOOLS! [sings] ONCE A YEAR WE THROW A PARTY HERE IN TOWN
ONCE A YEAR WE TURN ALL PARIS UPSIDE DOWN
EVERY MAN'S A KING AND EVERY KING'S A CLOWN
ONCE AGAIN, IT'S TOPSY TURVY DAY!
IT'S THE DAY THE DEVIL IN US GETS RELEASED [Good is bad and best is worst and west is east] IT'S THE DAY WE MOCK THE PRIG AND SHOCK THE PRIEST [On the day we think the most of those with least] EVERYTHING IS TOPSY TURVY AT THE FEAST OF FOOLS!
[Quasimodo is working his way through the crowd, but he can't escape Clopin, who seems to be singing to Quasimodo.]
Crowd: TOPSY TURVY!
Clopin: EVERYTHING IS UPSY-DAISY!
Crowd: TOPSY TURVY!
Clopin: EVERYONE IS ACTING CRAZY DROSS IS GOLD AND WEEDS ARE A BOUQUET
THAT'S THE WAY ON TOPSY TURVY DAY!
[Quasimodo, having joined a chorus line of dancers, is shoved away, through a curtain and comes crashing into the dressing tent of Esmeralda.]
Esmeralda: Hey! Are you all right?
Quasimodo: I didn't mean to...I'm sorry.
Esmeralda: You're not hurt, are you? Here, here, let's see.
Quasimodo: No, no, no!
[Esmeralda tries to pull the hood away from Quasi's face, and he is unsuccessful at stopping her. Djali, upon seeing Quasimodo's face, sneers. Esmeralda, however, doesn't flinch.]
Esmeralda: There. See, no harm done. Just try to be a little more careful.
Quasimodo: I--I--I will.
[He starts to leave.]
Esmeralda: By the way, great mask.
[As Quasimodo exits, we return to the celebration outside.]
Crowd: TOPSY TURVY!
Clopin & Crowd: BEAT THE DRUMS AND BLOW THE TRUMPETS!
Crowd: TOPSY TURVY!
Clopin & Crowd: JOIN THE BUMS AND THIEVES AND STRUMPETS
STREAMING IN FROM CHARTRES TO CALAIS
Clopin: SCURVY KNAVES ARE EXTRA SCURVY ON THE SIXTH OF "JANUERVY"
Clopin & Crowd: ALL BECAUSE IT'S TOPSY TURVY DAY!
[As Judge Claude Frollo, Phoebus, and the guards enter the scene, Clopin jumps onstage to present Esmeralda.]
Clopin: COME ONE! COME ALL!
HURRY, HURRY, HERE'S YOUR CHANCE
SEE THE MYSTERY AND ROMANCE
COME ONE! COME ALL!
SEE THE FINEST GIRL IN FRANCE
MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO ENTRANCE
DANCE LA ESMERALDA...DANCE!
[On the last word, Clopin disappears in a puff of smoke, and Esmeralda appears in his place. She proceeds to perform a sultry dance.]
Judge Claude Frollo: [To Phoebus] Look at that disgusting display.
Phoebus: [smitten by Esmeralda's beauty] Yes, sir!
[She continues to dance. She pulls out a handkerchief and wraps it around Judge Claude Frollo's head playfully, using it to pull him closer. She moves in to kiss him, but jumps away at the last moment. Judge Claude Frollo yanks the handkerchief off his head.]
Clopin: And now, ladies and gentlemen, the piece de resistance! [sings] HERE IT IS, THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR
HERE IT IS, YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S IN STORE!
NOW'S THE TIME WE LAUGH UNTIL OUR SIDES GET SORE
NOW'S THE TIME WE CROWN THE KING OF FOOLS! [spoken] You all remember last year's king!?!
[Last year's king, carried on the shoulders of the crowd, belches loudly]
Clopin: SO MAKE A FACE THAT'S HORRIBLE AND FRIGHTENING
MAKE A FACE AS GRUESOME AS A GARGOYLE'S WING
[Hugo is watching from far above]
Hugo: Hey!
Clopin: FOR THE FACE THAT'S UGLIEST WILL BE THE KING OF FOOLS! WHY?
Crowd: TOPSY TURVY!
Clopin: UGLY FOLKS, FORGET YOUR SHYNESS!
Crowd: TOPSY TURVY!
Clopin: YOU COULD SOON BE CALLED YOUR HIGHNESS!
Crowd: PUT YOUR FOULEST FEATURES ON DISPLAY
BE THE KING OF TOPSY TURVY DAY!
[Clopin has been pulling contestants onto the stage. Esmeralda pulls Quasimodo to the stage. Esmeralda works her way down the line, ripping off masks and revealing the ugly faces underneath. Djali hits them off the stage to make them fall into a muddy puddle one by one. The festivities continue until Esmeralda reaches Quasimodo. She tries to pull Quasimodo's mask off, but soon realizes that it's not a mask.]
Man #1: That's no mask.
Woman #1: It's his face!
Woman #2: He's hideous!
Man #2: It's the bell ringer from Notre Dame!
[Quasimodo, realizing that people are disgusted by him, is devastated. Judge Claude Frollo realizes that the only man left standing on stage is Quasimodo. Clopin, trying to keep things festive, jumps in.]
Clopin: Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic. We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and here he is! Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame! Ev-ery-bo-dy!
[Upon hearing Clopin, the crowd once again grows festive, and Clopin crowns Quasimodo the King of Fools.]
Crowd: ONCE A YEAR, WE THROW A PARTY HERE IN TOWN
Clopin: HAIL TO THE KING!
Crowd: ONCE A YEAR, WE TURN ALL PARIS UPSIDE DOWN
Clopin: OH WHAT A KING!
Crowd: ONCE A YEAR THE UGLIEST WILL WEAR A CROWN
Clopin: GIRLS, GIVE A KISS
Crowd: ONCE A YEAR ON TOPSY TURVY DAY
Clopin: WE'VE NEVER HAD A KING LIKE THIS
All: AND IT'S THE DAY WE DO THE THINGS THAT WE DEPLORE
ON THE OTHER THREE-HUNDRED-AND-SIXTY-FOUR
ONCE A YEAR WE LOVE TO DROP
WHERE THE BEER IS NEVER STOPPIN'
FOR THE CHANCE TO POP SOME POPINJAY
AND PICK A KING WHO'LL PUT THE TOP
IN TOPSY...TURVY...DAY (TOPSY TURVY)
(MAD AND CRAZY, UPSY-DAISY TOPSY TURVY DAY
Crowd: [chanting] Quasimodo! Quasimodo! Quasimodo!
Oafish Guard: You think he's ugly now? Watch this! [Throws a tomato at Quasimodo's face, everyone gasps] Now, that's ugly!
Soldier: [Mockingly] Hail to the king!
[He throws another tomato.]
Soldier: Bon appetit!
[Soon, Quasi is being pelted with produce of all kinds.]
Man: Where are you goin', hunchback? The fun's just beginning.
[Shouts come from all directions. Roaring, Quasimodo tries to fight back but is soon lassoed and tied down on a rotating platform. He is spun around, as onlookers continue their torment. He sees Judge Claude Frollo watching and shouts for help.]
Quasimodo: Master! Master, please! Help me!
[Phoebus has seen enough.]
Phoebus: Sir, request permission to stop this cruelty.
Judge Claude Frollo: In just a moment, Captain. A lesson needs to be learned here.
[As soon as he's said this, the crowd gasps and goes silent. Phoebus and Judge Claude Frollo look up to the stage and see Esmeralda ascending the steps.]
Esmeralda: Don't be afraid. I'm sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen.
[She kneels next to Quasimodo.]
Judge Claude Frollo: You! [Points at Esmeralda] Gypsy girl! Get down at once!
Esmeralda: Yes, your honor. Just as soon as I free this poor creature.
Judge Claude Frollo: I forbid it!
[Esmeralda pulls out a knife and cuts the rope tying Quasimodo to the wheel]
Judge Claude Frollo: How dare you defy me?
Esmeralda: You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people! You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!
Judge Claude Frollo: SILENCE!
Esmeralda: JUSTICE!
[Everyone gasps, Esmeralda helps Quasimodo up]
Judge Claude Frollo: Mark my words, Gypsy; You will pay for this insolence.
Esmeralda: Then it appears we've crowned the wrong fool. [picks up King of Fools' crown] The only fool I see is YOU! [throws it at Judge Claude Frollo's feet; Djali raspberries Judge Claude Frollo]
Judge Claude Frollo: Captain Phoebus, arrest her.
[Phoebus motions for his guards to move in and arrest Esmeralda. They surround the stage.]
Esmeralda: Now, let's see. [Counting the guards] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten of you, and one of me. What's a poor girl to do?
[She begins to cry, then disappears in an explosion of smoke.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Witchcraft!
[From another location]
Esmeralda: Oh, boys! Over here!
[She leads the guards on a wild chase. At one point, she knocks a large cage containing an old prisoner to the ground. It goes rolling away, until it comes to a stop and the lock breaks open. He steps out.]
Old Prisoner: I'm free, I'm free! [He trips and falls into the stockade, which closes and locks.] Dang it.
[Meanwhile, Esmeralda continues to evade the guards. At one point, she and Djali jump on top of the crowd, which carries them away to safety. Two guards attempt the same move, and the crowd quickly moves away. She grabs a helmet from one of the guards, and throws it like a frisbee. It hits three guards and knocks them out, before almost chopping Phoebus' head off.]
Phoebus: What a woman!
[Two guards on horseback are chasing Esmeralda. As she leaps over Judge Claude Frollo's stand, someone throws the guards a staff. Each holding onto an end, the horizontal staff slices through Judge Claude Frollo's stand, sending him diving for cover. Esmeralda ascends to the top of a stand, then promptly disappears.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Find her, captain. I want her alive.
Phoebus: Yes, sir. Seat off the area, men! Find the gypsy girl, and do not harm her!
[Judge Claude Frollo heads to Quasimodo on his horse and glares at him for his disgrace.]
Quasimodo: [sadly] I'm sorry, master. I will never disobey you again. [tearfully walks back into the Notre Dame]
Esmeralda: [takes Phoebus' sword] You!
Phoebus: Easy! Easy! I-I just shaved this morning.
Esmeralda: [points Phoebus' sword at his goatee] Oh, really? You missed a spot.
Phoebus: Alright, alright, just-just-just calm down. Just give me a chance to apologize.
Esmeralda: For what?
Phoebus: [takes back his sword, and side-sweeps Esmeralda] That, for example.
Esmeralda: [angrily] You sneaky son-of-a-
Phoebus: [interrupting] Ah-ah-ah, watch it. We're in a church.
Esmeralda: Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky? [uses candle-staff]
Phoebus: Ha-ha-ha-ha! Candlelight, privacy, music. Can't think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat. You fight almost as well as a man!
Esmeralda: Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you!
Phoebus: That's hitting a little below the belt, don't you think?
Esmeralda: No. This is.
[Phoebus avoids getting hit in the groin, but gets hit in the mouth by the candle-staff]
Phoebus: [blubbers] Touché. [gets rammed in the stomach by Djali] Oof! I didn't know you had a kid.
Esmeralda: Well, he doesn't take to kindly to soldiers.
Phoebus: [painfully] Eh! I noticed. [normally] Permit me. I'm Phoebus. It means "Sun god." [Esmeralda and Djali look at each other, incredulously] And you are?
Esmeralda: Is this an interrogation?
Phoebus: [re-sheathes his sword] I believe it's called an introduction.
Esmeralda: You're not arresting me?
Phoebus: Not as long as you're in here. I can't.
Esmeralda: Huh. You're not at all like the other soldiers. [puts down the candle staff]
Phoebus: Thank you.
Esmeralda: So, if you're not going to arrest me, what do you want?
Phoebus: I'd settle for your name.
Esmeralda: [smiling] Esmeralda.
Phoebus: Beautiful. Much better than Phoebus, anyway.
[As they gaze into each other's eyes, neither notices Judge Claude Frollo and guards approaching.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Good work, Captain! Now, arrest her.
[Phoebus still has his back to Esmeralda.]
Phoebus: [Whispering to Esmeralda] Claim sanctuary.
[She looks at him oddly.]
Phoebus: Say it!
Esmeralda: You tricked me!
Judge Claude Frollo: I'm waiting, Captain.
Phoebus: I'm sorry, sir. She claims sanctuary. There's nothing I can do.
Judge Claude Frollo: Then drag her outside and--
[The archdeacon has entered]
Archdeacon: Frollo! You will not touch her! [To Esmeralda, whom he as approached] Don't worry. Minister Frollo learned years ago to respect the sanctity of the church.
[Judge Claude Frollo and the guards turn to leave. While the guards leave, Judge Claude Frollo ducks around a pillar and doubles back.]
Phoebus: Alright, alright! I'm going! [while Djali keeps hitting him]
[As the remainder of the people have passed, Judge Claude Frollo sneaks out, grabs Esmeralda's arm and twists it behind her. He whispers into her ear.]
Judge Claude Frollo: You think you've outwitted me, but I am a patient man, and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls. [pauses, then breathes deeply, smelling Esmeralda's hair.]
Esmeralda: What are you doing?
Judge Claude Frollo: I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck. [caresses her neck, but she pulls away.]
Esmeralda: I know what you were imagining.
Judge Claude Frollo: Such a clever witch. So typical of your kind, to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts. Well, no matter. [He begins to leave.] You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and you're mine!
[He exits, pulling the door shut behind him, and Esmeralda opens the church door to see soldiers outside.]
Solder: Frollo's orders: Post a guard at every door.
Esmeralda: [slams the door in anger.] Don't worry, Djali. If Frollo thinks he can keep us here, he's wrong.
Archdeacon: Don't act rashly, my child. You created...quite a stir at the festival. It would be unwise to arouse Frollo's anger further.
Esmeralda: You saw what he did out there; letting the crowd torture that poor boy. I thought if just one person could stand up to him, then- [sighs] What do they have against people who are different, anyway?
Archdeacon: You can't right all of the wrongs of this world by yourself.
Esmeralda: Well, no one out there is going to help; that's for sure.
Archdeacon: Well, perhaps there's someone in here who can.
[He gracefully motions towards the inside of the church, then exits. Esmeralda moves into the church and sings, God Help The Outcasts].
Esmeralda: I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME
OR IF YOU'RE EVEN THERE
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WOULD LISTEN
TO A GYPSY'S PRAYER
YES, I KNOW I'M JUST AN OUTCAST
I SHOULDN'T SPEAK TO YOU
STILL I SEE YOUR FACE AND WONDER
WERE YOU ONCE AN OUTCAST TOO?
GOD HELP THE OUTCASTS
HUNGRY FROM BIRTH
SHOW THEM THE MERCY THEY DON'T FIND ON EARTH
GOD HELP MY PEOPLE
WE LOOK TO YOU STILL
GOD HELP THE OUTCASTS, OR NOBODY WILL.
[She walks through the church slowly, as the shadows of those walking past her float over her.]
Parishioners: I ASK FOR WEALTH
I ASK FOR FAME
I ASK FOR GLORY TO SHINE ON MY NAME
I ASK FOR LOVE I CAN POSSESS
I ASK FOR GOD AND HIS ANGELS TO BLESS ME!
[Esmeralda is slowly moving to the light streaming through a giant stained glass window. Meanwhile, upstairs, Quasimodo has heard Esmeralda's voice, and has come downstairs to watch her.]
Esmeralda: I ASK FOR NOTHING
I CAN GET BY
BUT I KNOW SO MANY LESS LUCKY THAN I
PLEASE HELP MY PEOPLE
THE POOR AND DOWNTROD
I THOUGHT WE ALL WERE THE CHILDREN OF GOD
GOD HELP THE OUTCASTS, CHILDREN OF GOD.
[Esmeralda finishes singing "God Help the Outcasts" in the center of the light from the window. Quasimodo smiles, but he is unexpectedly spotted by a Parishioner, thinking he's going to cause trouble.]
Parishioner: You! Bell Ringer! What are you doing down here? [Quasimodo is startled by the Parishioner and accidentally knocks down a candle-staff. Esmeralda and Djali see this, and are shocked at the Parishioner's actions] Haven't you caused enough trouble already?
[Quasimodo retreats back to the bell tower with Esmeralda and Djali following him from behind, while the Parishioner is scolded by the Archdeacon for making a scene.]
Esmeralda: Wait! I want to talk to you.
[Quasimodo comes out of the top of the staircase with Esmeralda and Djali behind him and the Gargoyles watch them from above.]
Laverne: Look! He's got a friend with him.
Hugo: Yeah! Maybe today wasn't a total loss after all.
Victor: A vision of loveliness.
Hugo: The one in the dress ain't bad either.
[Quasi reaches his room, where the 'goyles greet him.]
Hugo: Oh my god! Quasi!
Victor: Congratulations!
Laverne: Knew you had it in you!
Hugo: Yep, the girl's chasing you already!
Quasimodo: Actually, I--
Victor: You mustn't run too fast, or she'll get away.
Quasimodo: I know, uh, that's what I...
Hugo: Just give her some slack, then reel her in! Then give her some slack, then reel her in! Then give her some slack- [Laverne hits him on the head]
Laverne: Knock it off, Hugo! She's a girl, not a mackerel.
[Esmeralda finally enters, and the gargoyles go stone.]
Esmeralda: Here you are. I was afraid I'd lost you.
Quasimodo: Yes. Um, well, I uh, I have chores to do. It was, uh, nice...seeing...you...again. Ohh...
Esmeralda: No, wait!
[Djali is examining Hugo. He briefly comes to life, makes kissing faces at Djali, then goes back to stone. Djali is confused.]
Esmeralda: [Giving chase to the once again fleeing Quasimodo] I'm really sorry about this afternoon. I had no idea who you were. I would never in my life had...pulled...you...up on the...stage.
[She slows down as she reaches Quasimodo's room, with its dangling glass mobile and model of the city. She is in awe.]
Esmeralda: What is this place?
Quasimodo: This is where I live.
Esmeralda: Did you make all these things yourself?
Quasimodo: Most of them.
[She fingers the mobile.]
Esmeralda: This is beautiful. If I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the streets for coins.
Quasimodo: But you're a wonderful dancer.
Esmeralda: Well, it keeps bread on the table, anyway. What's this?
Quasimodo: Oh, no, please oh, I'm not finished--I still have to paint them...
Esmeralda: [in surprise] The blacksmith, and the baker. You're a surprising person, Quasimodo. Not to mention lucky. All this room to yourself.
Quasimodo: Well, it's not just me--there's the gargoyles, and of course the bells. Would you like to see them?
Esmeralda: Yes, of course. Wouldn't we, Djali?
[Djali, who has been munching on an unpainted figure, slurps it into his mouth.]
Quasimodo: Follow me. I'll introduce you.
[Up in the bell tower]
Esmeralda: Never knew there were so many.
Quasimodo: That's Little Sophia, and...[quickly] Jean Marie, Ann Marie, and Louise Marie. Triplets, you know.
Esmeralda: And who's this?
Quasimodo: Big Marie.
[From under Big Marie, Esmeralda shouts a "Hello!", which echoes and resonates richly.]
Quasimodo: She likes you. Would you like to see more?
Esmeralda: How 'bout it, Djali?
[Djali, under Big Marie, belches loudly, which in turn echoes and resonates richly.]
Esmeralda: We'd love to.
Quasimodo: Good. I've saved the best for last!
[Quasimodo and Esmeralda proceed outside to a beautiful view of Paris and the Seine.]
Esmeralda: I bet the king himself doesn't have a view like this! I could stay up here forever.
Quasimodo: You could, you know.
Esmeralda: No, I couldn't.
Quasimodo: Oh, yes, you have sanctuary!
Esmeralda: But not freedom. Gypsies don't do well inside stone walls.
Quasimodo: But you're not like other gypsies. They're...evil.
Esmeralda: Who told you that?
Quasimodo: My master, Frollo. He raised me.
Esmeralda: How could such a cruel man have raised someone like you?
Quasimodo: Cruel?! Oh, no. He saved my life. He took me in when no one else would. I am a monster, you know.
Esmeralda: He told you that?
Quasimodo: Look at me.
Esmeralda: Give me your hand.
[She takes his hand and looks at his palm.]
Quasimodo: Why?
Esmeralda: Just let me see. [Tracing his palm lines with her finger] Hmm, a long life line...oh, and this one means you're shy. Hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm...well, that's funny...
Quasimodo: What?
Esmeralda: I don't see any.
Quasimodo: Any what?
Esmeralda: Monster lines. Not a single one. Now you look at me. Do you think I'm evil?
Quasimodo: No, no, no! You are kind, and good, and--
Esmeralda: --and a gypsy. And maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
[Unbeknownst to them, the gargoyles are eavesdropping.]
Hugo: What did she say?
Laverne: Frollo's nose is long and wears a truss.
Hugo: Ha! Told ya! Pay up!
Victor: Oh, dear. [Gives Hugo a coin]
Hugo: Chump.
[Back to the rooftop.]
Quasimodo: You helped me. Now I will help you.
Esmeralda: But there's no way out. There's soldiers at every door.
Quasimodo: We won't use a door.
Esmeralda: You mean...climb down?
Quasimodo: Sure. You carry him [motions to Djali], I carry you.
Esmeralda: Okay. Come on, Djali.
[Djali hops into her arms.]
Quasimodo: Ready?
Esmeralda: Yes.
Quasimodo: Don't be afraid.
Esmeralda: I'm not afraid.
[Quasimodo leaps over the edge and holds on to a gargoyle head.]
Esmeralda: Now I'm afraid.
Quasimodo: The trick is not to look down. [begins swinging down the exterior of the cathedral.]
Esmeralda: You've done this before?
Quasimodo: No. [Quasimodo finally stops on a slanted roof.]
Esmeralda: Wow. You're quite an acrobat.
Quasimodo: Thank you--
[His words are cut short as the tile they're on breaks free and they begin to slide down the roof as if they were on a sled. They're able to jump off their sled just before it goes sailing off into the air. It lands a few blocks away. The guards on the ground hear the crash and go off to investigate.]
Soldier: Check the alley!
Soldier: This way!
[As guards pass, Quasimodo, Esmeralda and Djali hide as part of a statue. When the coast is clear, they speak again.]
Quasimodo: I hope I didn't scare you.
Esmeralda: Not for an instant.
[Djali groans as his heart is only just now beginning to beat again.]
Quasimodo: I'll never forget you, Esmeralda.
Esmeralda: Come with me.
Quasimodo: What?!
Esmeralda: To The Court of Miracles. Leave this place.
Quasimodo: Oh, no. I'm never going back out there again. You saw what happened to me today. No. This is where I belong.
Esmeralda: All right, then I'll come to see you.
Quasimodo: What? Here? But, the soldiers, and Frollo, and...
Esmeralda: I'll come after sunset.
Quasimodo: At sunset, I ring the evening mass, and after that, I clean the kooisters, and then I ring the vespers, and--
[Esmeralda gives Quasimodo a little peck on the cheek.]
Quasimodo: Whatever's good for you.
[Esmeralda pulls a talisman off her neck and hands it to Quasi.]
Esmeralda: If you ever need sanctuary, this will show you the way.
Quasimodo: But how?
Esmeralda: Just remember: When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand.
[Djali bleats as the guards are returning.]
Quasimodo: Hurry! You must go!
[Esmeralda swings down a rope to the ground and runs off into the dark.]
[Quasimodo climbs back up to his tower. As soon as he reaches the ledge, Phoebus appears.]
Phoebus: Hi there. I'm looking for the gypsy girl. Have you seen her?
[Quasimodo gets very angry at the sight of a guard. He takes a swing.]
Phoebus: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy!
Quasimodo: NO SOLDIERS! SANCTUARY! GET OUT!
Phoebus: Wait! All I wanted was to--
Quasimodo: GO!
Phoebus: I mean her no harm!
Quasimodo: GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! [grabs a torch and begins swinging it at Phoebus. Phoebus backs off, but Quasimodo continues to swing. Backed down the stairs, Phoebus finally draws his sword and swings, pinning the torch against the wall. Quasimodo has grabbed Phoebus by his cape.]
Phoebus: You tell her from me, I didn't mean to trap her here, but it was the only way to save her life. Will you tell her that? [No response.] Will you?
Quasimodo: If you go. Now!
Phoebus: I'll go. Now, will you put me down, please?
[We cut to a longer shot to reveal that Quasimodo has been holding Phoebus several feet off the floor. Quasimodo sets Phoebus down by his cape. Phoebus starts to leave, then turns to say something.]
Phoebus: Oh. And one more thing. Tell Esmeralda she's very lucky.
Quasimodo: Why?
Phoebus: To have a friend like you.
[Phoebus leaves.]
[Quasimodo returns to his room and the gargoyles.]
Hugo: Hey-hey! There he is! [the gargoyles applaud and cheer Quasimodo]
Victor: Oh, wonderful! Bravo, bravissimo! You ejected that tin-plated buffoon with great panache!
Hugo: The nerve of him! Snooping around here trying to steal your girl.
Quasimodo: My girl?
Laverne: Esmeralda. Dark hair, works with a goat. Remember?
Hugo: Boy, I do. Way to go, lover boy!
Quasimodo: [chuckles] Lover boy? Oh, no, no.
Laverne: Oh, don't be so modest.
Quasimodo: Look, I appreciate what you're all trying to do. But let's not fool ourselves. Ugliest face in all Paris, remember? I don't think I'm her type. [The gargoyles slowly melt into the background as Quasimodo begins to sing, Heaven's Light.] SO MANY TIMES OUT THERE
I'VE WATCHED A HAPPY PAIR
OF LOVERS WALKING IN THE NIGHT.
THEY HAD A KIND OF GLOW AROUND THEM
IT ALMOST LOOKED LIKE HEAVEN'S LIGHT.
I KNEW I'D NEVER KNOW
THAT WARM AND LOVING GLOW
THOUGH I MIGHT WISH WITH ALL MY MIGHT
NO FACE AS HIDEOUS AS MY FACE
WAS EVER MEANT FOR HEAVEN'S LIGHT
BUT SUDDENLY AN ANGEL HAS SMILED AT ME
AND KISSED MY CHEEK WITHOUT A TRACE OF FRIGHT
I DARE TO DREAM THAT SHE
MIGHT EVEN CARE FOR ME
AND AS I RING THESE BELLS TONIGHT
MY COLD DARK TOWER SEEMS SO BRIGHT
I SWEAR IT MUST BE HEAVEN'S LIGHT!
[As Quasimodo rings the bells, we see a group of monks in the ground level of the cathedral. We fly over Paris toward the Palace of Justice. As we do, we can see isolated lights going out occasionally. We eventually end up in the firelit bedchamber of Judge Claude Frollo.]
[The background as Judge Claude Frollo begins to sing, Hellfire.]
Judge Claude Frollo: BEATA MARIA
YOU KNOW I AM A RIGHTEOUS MAN
OF MY VIRTUE, I AM JUSTLY PROUD
BEATA MARIA
YOU KNOW I'M SO MUCH PURER THAN
THE COMMON, VULGAR, WEAK, LICENTIOUS CROWD
THEN TELL ME, MARIA,
WHY I SEE HER DANCING THERE,
WHY HER SMOLDERING EYES STILL SCORCH MY SOUL
I FEEL HER, I SEE HER
THE SUN CAUGHT IN HER RAVEN HAIR
IS BLAZING IN ME OUT OF ALL CONTROL!
[As Judge Claude Frollo sings, the flames in the fireplace take the form of a dancing Esmeralda, dancing for Judge Claude Frollo's pleasure.] LIKE FIRE, HELLFIRE
THIS FIRE IN MY SKIN
THIS BURNING DESIRE
IS TURNING ME TO SIN!
[The walls of the room and the flames suddenly become a row of judges, all dressed in red robes. Judge Claude Frollo is terrified.] IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
I'M NOT TO BLAME!
IT IS THE GYPSY GIRL
THE WITCH WHO SENT THIS FLAME
IT'S NOT MY FAULT
IF, IN GOD'S PLAN,
HE MADE THE DEVIL SO MUCH STRONGER THAN A MAN!
PROTECT ME, MARIA!
DON'T LET THIS SIREN CAST HER SPELL
DON'T LET HER FIRE SEAR MY FLESH AND BONE
DESTROY ESMERALDA
AND LET HER TASTE THE FIRES OF HELL
OR ELSE LET HER BE MINE AND MINE ALONE!
[The room returns to normal as a guard pounds on the door, then enters.]
Brutish Guard: Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.
Judge Claude Frollo: What!?!
Brutish Guard: She's nowhere in the cathedral. She's gone.
Judge Claude Frollo: But how? I... never mind. Get out, you idiot! I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of PARIS! [sings] HELLFIRE, DARK FIRE
NOW GYPSY IT'S YOUR TURN!
CHOOSE ME OR YOUR PYRE
BE MINE, OR YOU WILL BURN!
GOD HAVE MERCY ON HER
GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME
BUT SHE WILL BE MINE, OR SHE WILL BURN!
Phoebus: Good morning, sir. [notices Judge Claude Frollo looking a little pale] Are you feeling all right?
Judge Claude Frollo: [after seeing visions of Esmeralda in his fire all night] I had a little...trouble with the fireplace.
Phoebus: I see. Your orders, sir?
Judge Claude Frollo: Find the Gypsy girl.
[Cut to a bakery. The soldiers kick the door down, and the baker turns in surprise just as he is baking some bread. One soldier throws a shelf complete with it down to the floor. Two more move a barrel while a third removes a rug to reveal a trapdoor. He opens it to reveal a group of gypsies underneath. They are led outside in chains while Judge Claude Frollo holds out a handful of coins in exchange of Esmeralda's whereabouts]
Judge Claude Frollo: Ten pieces of silver for the gypsy Esmeralda.
[The gypsies stay silent, not about to sell out one of their own]
Judge Claude Frollo: [taking the coins in his hand] Lock them up.
[Cut to a gypsy wagon on the banks of the Seine. The soldiers push it into the water and the gypsies therein come out, gasping for air. Judge Claude Frollo now holds out twice the amount of coins as before, hoping they will warn him where Esmeralda is]
Judge Claude Frollo: [trying to keep his cool] Twenty pieces of silver for the gypsy, Esmeralda.
[Just like the previous gypsies, these ones are not about to betray a fellow gypsy either. Judge Claude Frollo grows even more furious]
Judge Claude Frollo: Take them away!
[Phoebus heaves a furious sigh to himself. He is beginning to question his commanding officer's sense of justice. Cut to a Miller's farm. Esmeralda and Djali, in their old beggar disguise, walks among a crowd gathered before the scene. The entire lot of them are worried about the miller's welfare and Judge Claude Frollo's sanity, or lack thereof]
Woman: Poor Miller. He's never harmed anyone!
Man: Frollo's gone mad.
[Inside, Judge Claude Frollo is interrogating the Miller, who is pleading for mercy with him]
Judge Claude Frollo: We found this gypsy talisman on your property. Have you been harboring gypsies?
Miller: Our home is always open to the weary traveler. Have mercy, my Lord.
Judge Claude Frollo: I am placing you and your family under house arrest until I get to the bottom of this. If you what you say is true and you are innocent, then you have nothing to fear.
[Judge Claude Frollo turns to leave, but the miller yet begs to be spared]
Miller: But we are innocent. I assure you, we know nothing of these gypsies.
[Judge Claude Frollo locks a Miller and his family inside their home]
Judge Claude Frollo: Burn it.
Phoebus: [shocked] What?
Judge Claude Frollo: Until it smolders. [holds torch] These people are traitors and must be made examples of.
Phoebus: [takes torch] With all due respect sir, I was not trained to murder the innocent.
Judge Claude Frollo: But you were trained to follow orders. [Phoebus douses the torch in a barrel of water.] Insolent coward.
[Judge Claude Frollo takes a torch from another soldier and sets fire to the windmill which then sets the house ablaze. Phoebus sees one of the blades falling towards him and rolls out of the road. Then he hears the cries of the miller's wife and children, and dives in through the window. Esmeralda, who is watching the entire fact, becomes shocked, but he kicks down the door, carrying the child and baby, and the miller's family escapes unharmed. The miller takes the older child, and Phoebus hands his wife the baby. Mournfully, soon after, the Brutish Guard brains him with the hilt of his sword and he falls to the ground. The Oafish Guard picks him up. Then Judge Claude Frollo goes over to address the turncoat captain]
Judge Claude Frollo: The sentence for insubordination of death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.
Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor, sir.
[Esmeralda, taking care not to be seen, takes her sarong and fashions it into a makeshift slingshot. Just as the Brutish Guard is about to execute Phoebus, she throws a stone at Judge Claude Frollo's horse. It rears in pain, and bucks him away. Phoebus takes this opportunity to knock the Brutish Guard and Oafish Guard out. Then the frightened horse runs away, but Phoebus manages to mount it]
Judge Claude Frollo: Get him! And don't hit my horse!
[The archer guards shoot their arrows at Phoebus. Most of them narrowly miss him, one manages to strike him in the back. He moans in pain, and Esmeralda looks horrified. Then he falls into the river, and the archers continue to shoot at the spot where he fell while she stealthily clings to the bridge]
Judge Claude Frollo: [raising his hand] Don't waste your arrows! Let the traitor rot in his watery grave.
[Esmeralda takes off her cloak and continues to watch Judge Claude Frollo and the guards, worried that she is partially to blame for the city's burning]
Judge Claude Frollo: Find the girl. If you have to burn the city to the ground, so be it!
[Esmeralda watches as Judge Claude Frollo and his entourage walk away. The moment he is out of sight, she dives into the river and fishes an unconscious and unarmored Phoebus out, dragging him to shore. Fade to the city streets in front of Notre Dame. Judge Claude Frollo and the soldiers have concluded their search, but have seen neither hide nor hair of Esmeralda or Djali]
Brutish Guard: Sir, we've looked everywhere, and yet no sign of the gypsy girl.
Judge Claude Frollo: [to himself] I had the whole cathedral surrounded. Guards at every door. There was no way she could have escaped. [suddenly turns toward the sound of bells] Unless...
[Paris is in flames while Judge Claude Frollo and the guards are searching for Esmeralda. In the bell tower, Victor and Laverne are upset, looking out.]
Laverne: Oh, it doesn't look good.
Victor: It's hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
Hugo: [playing cards with a pigeon, not paying attention] You're warning me! I'm losing to a bird!
Victor: Oh, that poor gypsy girl. I'm beginning to fear the worst.
Laverne: I know. But now don't you say anything to upset Quasimodo. He's concerned enough already.
Hugo: Yes, you're right. We better lighten up.
[At that moment, Quasimodo walks in]
Victor: Shh-shh-shh, here he comes.
Laverne: Now just stay calm.
Victor: Not a word.
Hugo: Easy does it.
Victor: Stone-faced.
Quasimodo: [walks to the edge] Any sign of her?
[Victor, who has been trying to keep a straight face, suddenly begins to tremble and attempts to keep his head]
Victor: [cracks under pressure] Oh, it's a lost cause! She could be anywhere! In the stocks, in the dungeon, on the rack! Oh, God! [breaks down]
Laverne: Nice work, Victor.
Quasimodo: No, he's right. What are we gonna do?
Hugo: [shuffling his cards] What are you guys speaking about? [draws a Queen, three and Joker card respectively as he speaks] If I know Esmeralda, she's three steps ahead of Judge Claude Frollo and well out of harm's road.
Quasimodo: Do you really think so?
Hugo: [takes a bit of bread and a cheese wedge from a plate] Hey, if things cool off, she'll be back. You'll see.
Quasimodo: What makes you so sure?
Laverne: Because she likes you. [to Quasimodo] We always said you were the cute one.
Hugo: [stuffing his mouth with cheese and bread] I thought I was the cute one.
Laverne: No, you're the fat, foolish one with the big mouth.
Hugo: [looks confused, yet with his mouth complete] What are you saying, exactly?
Laverne: Take it from us, Quasi. You have nothing to concern about.
Hugo: [now holding two hot dogs] Yeah. You're irresistible.
Victor: [chuckles] Knights in shining armor certainly aren't your type.
Hugo: [sticks a hot dog on a fork and jumps over to the window] And these guys are a dime a dozen. But you, you're one of a kind. Look. [The background as Gargoyles begins to sing, A Guy Like You] PARIS, THE CITY OF LOVERS IS GLOWING THIS EVENING
TRUE, THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S ON FIRE,
BUT STILL, THERE'S L'AMOUR.
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE IN THE NIGHT
HER HEART IS ALSO ALIGHT
AND I KNOW THE GUY SHE JUST MIGHT BE BURNING FOR...
A GUY LIKE YOU, SHE'S NEVER KNOWN, KID
A GUY LIKE YOU A GIRL DOES NOT MEET EVERY DAY
YOU'VE GOT A LOOK THAT'S ALL YOUR OWN, KID
COULD THERE BE TWO?
Laverne and Victor: LIKE YOU?
Hugo, Victor and Laverne: NO WAY!
Hugo: THOSE OTHER GUYS THAT SHE COULD DANGLE
ALL LOOK THE SAME FROM EVERY BORING POINT OF VIEW
YOU'RE A SURPRISE FROM EVERY ANGLE
MON DIEU ABOVE, SHE'S GOTTA LOVE A GUY LIKE YOU!
Victor: A GUY LIKE YOU GETS EXTRA CREDIT
BECAUSE, IT'S TRUE, YOU'VE GOT A CERTAIN SOMETHING MORE!
Hugo: YOU'RE ACES, KID
Laverne: YOU SEE THAT FACE, YOU DON'T FORGET IT
Laverne and Victor: WANT SOMETHING NEW?
Hugo: THAT'S YOU
Hugo, Victor and Laverne: FOR SURE!
Laverne: WE ALL HAVE GAPED AT SOME ADONIS
Victor: BUT THEN WE CRAVE A MEAL MORE NOURISHING TO CHEW
Hugo: AND SINCE YOU'RE SHAPED LIKE A CROISSANT IS
Hugo, Victor and Laverne: NO QUESTION OF SHE'S GOTTA LOVE A GUY LIKE YOU!
[A distinct slowdown in the music finds Laverne sitting on top of a piano.]
Laverne: CALL ME A HOPELESS ROMANTIC BUT QUASI, I FEEL IT
Victor: SHE WANTS YOU SO ANY MOMENT SHE'LL WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR
[Hugo comes through the door dressed as Esmeralda]
Hugo, Victor and Laverne: FOR...
Hugo: A GUY SO SWELL
WITH ALL YOU BRING HER
A FOOL COULD TELL
IT'S WHY SHE FELL
FOR YOU KNOW WHO
YOU RING THE BELL
Laverne and Victor: A GUY LIKE YOU
I TELL YOU, QUASI
THERE NEVER WAS
ANOTHER, WAS HE?
FROM KING TO SERF TO
THE BOURGEOISIE
THEY'RE ALL A SECOND STRINGER
Hugo, Victor and Laverne: YOU'RE THE BELL RINGER
WHEN SHE WANTS OOH-LA-LA
THEN SHE WANTS YOU-LA-LA
SHE WILL DISCOVER, GUY,
YOU'RE ONE HECK OF A GUY,
WHO WOULDN'T LOVE A GUY LIKE YOU?
Hugo: YOU GOT A LOT, THE REST HAVE NOT
SO SHE'S GOTTA LOVE A GUY LIKE YOU!
Esmeralda: Quasi? Quasimodo!?
[They turn and see Esmeralda enter.]
Quasimodo: Esmeralda?!? Esmeralda! You're all right! I knew you'd come back.
Esmeralda: You've done so much for me already, my friend, but I must ask your help one more time.
Quasimodo: Yes, anything.
[She brings in the unconscious body of Phoebus.]
Esmeralda: This is Phoebus. He's wounded, and a fugitive like me. He can't go on much longer. I knew he'd be safe here. Please, can you hide him?
Quasimodo: This way.
[They lay Phoebus down on Quasi's bed.]
Phoebus: [weakly] Esmeralda?
Esmeralda: Shh. Shh. Shh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move. [takes out a bottle of wine]
Phoebus: Great. I could use a drink. [Esmeralda carefully pours it over his wound] Agh! Yes, hmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.
Esmeralda: [starts stitching up Phoebus' wound] That family owes you their lives. You've got to be either the single bravest soldier I've ever seen, or the craziest.
Phoebus: Ex-soldier, remember? [winces in pain] Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?
Esmeralda: [finishes up] You're lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.
Phoebus: [holds her hand] I'm not so sure it didn't. [he and Esmeralda kiss, leaving Quasimodo heartbroken]
Quasimodo: I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for Heaven's light
[Djali, looking out the window, begins to bleat panically. Quasi rushes to the window.]
Quasimodo: [To Esmeralda] Frollo's coming. You must leave. Quick, follow me! Go down the south tower steps.
Esmeralda: Be careful, my friend. Promise you won't let anything happen to him.
Quasimodo: I promise.
Esmeralda: Thank you.
[after Esmeralda and Djali leave to the Cathedral. The Gargoyles come back to life]
Laverne: Quick, we gotta stash the stiff!
[They hurriedly drag Phoebus' body off the bed and underneath the tablewith Quasimodo's models on it. He hurriedly tries to set his modelsstraight as Frollo enters. He feigns surprise]
Quasimodo: Oh, master, I didn't think you'd be coming--
Judge Claude Frollo: I'm never too busy to share a meal with you, dear boy. I brought a little treat. [as he clears his throat slightly, and Quasimodo realises he hasn't set the table. He rushes off to grab the dishes, and is obviously flustered, dropping and breaking things] Is there something troubling you, Quasimodo?
Quasimodo: No! No!
Judge Claude Frollo: Oh, but there is. I know there is. [as he has pulled out a bunch of grapes. One falls to the floor, near Phoebus. Quasimodo cautiously picks it up] I think... you're hiding something.
Quasimodo: Oh, no, master. There's nothing--
Judge Claude Frollo: You're not eating, boy.
Quasimodo: [as he quickly gobbles a handful of grapes and mumbling through the food] It's very good. Thank you.
[Phoebus moans. Quasimodo moans similarly, indicating he enjoys the food. Phoebus sighs louder. Quasimodo kicks him, knocking him out, then pretends to cough to cover up the noise]
Quasimodo: Seeds.
Judge Claude Frollo: [looking at the models] What's different in here?
Quasimodo: Nothing, sir.
Judge Claude Frollo: Isn't this one new? [picks up the wooden doll of Esmerelda] It's awfully good. Looks very much like the... gypsy girl. I know... [a nasty look creeps across his face as his voice rises and loses control of his temper, outraged and yelling at Quasimodo, slamming his hand holding the doll on the table and making Quasimodo fall back on his chair] YOU HELPED HER ESCAPE!
Quasimodo: [on the floor] But I...
Judge Claude Frollo: [tossing the doll back on the table and pointing at Quasimodo] And now all Paris is burning, because of you!
Quasimodo: She was kind to me, master.
Judge Claude Frollo: [destroying all of Quasimodo's wooden figures on the table] YOU IDIOT!!! THAT WASN'T KINDNESS, IT WAS CUNNING! SHE'S A GYPSY! [pulling Quasimodo by the collar] GYPSIES ARE NOT CAPABLE OF REAL LOVE! [shaking Quasimodo] THINK, BOY! THINK OF YOUR MOTHER! [as he takes a moment to recompose himself to calm down and gently talk to Quasimodo] But what chance could a poor, misshapen child like you have against her heathen treachery? [He plunges his knife on the doll and holds it up to the candle, setting it on fire with explosives] Well, never you mind, Quasimodo. She'll be out of our lives soon enough. I will free you from her evil spell, She will torment you no longer.
Quasimodo: What do you mean?
Judge Claude Frollo: I know where her hideout is. And tomorrow, at dawn, I attack with a thousand men. [grins evilly as part of his trick as he leaves]
Phoebus: [upon realising that Judge Claude Frollo knows where Esmeralda is hiding and that he will attack, Quasimodo feels as though he should help. Phoebus groans from under the table from which he was hidden from Judge Claude Frollo. Once Judge Claude Frollo leaves, he gets out] We have to find the Court of Miracles before daybreak. If Frollo gets there first... [starts walking, but Quasimodo does not follow; he just looks at Phoebus with the saddened realisation that Esmeralda loves Phoebus, not him; Phoebus turns to him] Are you coming with me?
Quasimodo: [looks down, still saddened] I can't.
Phoebus: [as Quasimodo gets to his feet] I thought you were Esmeralda's friend!
Quasimodo: [frowns] Frollo's my master. I can't disobey him again. [grabs his shoulders and turns his back on Phoebus]
Phoebus: She stood up for you! You've got a funny way of showing gratitude.
[Quasimodo does not respond; Phoebus stares disapprovingly at him as he grabs his left arm]
Phoebus: Well, I'm not going to sit by and watch Frollo massacre innocent people. [walks to the stairs and looks back to Quasimodo] You do what you think is right. [leaves; Quasimodo remains silent, then turns to see Victor, Hugo and Laverne shooting him disappointed looks]
Quasimodo: [shrugs] What? What am I supposed to do? [frustrated and sarcastic tone, in an arm-flailing manner] Go out there and rescue the girl from the Laws of Death, and the whole town will cheer like I'm some kind of a hero?! She already has her knight on shining armour, and it's not me! [sighs] Frollo was right. [shrugs] Frollo was right about everything. [looks down] And I'm tired of trying to be something that I'm not.
[Quasimodo upon looking down, he catches a glimpse of his left hand; recalls what Esmeralda told him about not having "monster lines," then looks down at the smouldering wooden figure of Esmeralda that Frollo burned earlier; pulls out the amulet Esmeralda gave him and stares ahead with hope and realisation; Laverne taps his shoulder and offers his hooded cloak]
Quasimodo: [whispering as he hesitantly grabs his cloak and hurries away to catch up with Phoebus] I must be out of my mind.
[At ground level, Phoebus is exiting the cathedral. No sooner has he stepped outside, than Quasi hops in front of him.]
Quasimodo: Phoebus! [Phoebus shouts out in surprise] Shh! I'm coming with you!
Phoebus: I'm glad you changed your mind.
Quasimodo: I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for her.
Phoebus: You know where she is?
Quasimodo: No, but she said this would help us find her. [he pulls out the talisman and hands it to Phoebus.]
Phoebus: Good, good, good! Ahhh. Great! [Examines it.] What is it?
Quasimodo: I'm not sure.
Phoebus: Hmm. Must be some sort of code. Maybe it's Arabic. No, no, it's not Arabic. Maybe it's ancient Greek.
Quasimodo: [whispering to himself] When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand.
Phoebus: What?
Quasimodo: It's the city!
Phoebus: What are you talking about?
Quasimodo: It's a map! [Points to the centre] See, here's the cathedral, and the river, and this little...
Phoebus: I've never seen a map that looks like this and...
[They both talk at once, ending at the same time.]
Quasimodo: ...and this is it!
Phoebus: ...and this is not it!
[They both breathe deeply, then Phoebus gives in.]
Phoebus: All right, okay. If you say it's a map, fine; it's a map. But if we're going to find Esmeralda, we'll have to work together. Truce?
[He slaps Quasi on the back.]
Quasimodo: Well...okay. [he slaps Phoebus back. Phoebus winces from the pain. They start off.] Sorry.
Phoebus: No, you're not.
[Dissolve to a single light entering a graveyard. They approach a central grave, with a symbol on it.]
Phoebus: This looks like the symbol on the map.
Quasimodo: But what does it mean?
Phoebus: Hmm. I'm not sure. I can make out an inscription, but it's going to take a few minutes to translate it.
[Quasi pushes the lid off the grave, revealing a staircase going down.]
Phoebus: Yes, well, or we could just go down those stairs.
[They end up in a partially flooded chamber, lined with skeletons.]
Quasimodo: Is this the Court of Miracles?
Phoebus: Offhand, I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-Deep Sewage. Cheerful place. [chuckles] Kinda makes you wish you got out more often eh, Quasi?
Quasimodo: Not me. I just want to warn Esmeralda and get back to the bell tower before I get in more trouble.
Phoebus: Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now.
Quasimodo: What do you mean?
Phoebus: You know, a guard, a booby trap. [his torch is blown out] Or an ambush.
[Suddenly, the chamber is fully lit, and they're surrounded by skeletons. They force them to their knees in front of a now unmasked Clopin.]
Clopin: Well, well, well. What have we here?
Skeleton 1: Trespassers!
Skeleton 2: Spies!
Phoebus: We are not spies!
Quasimodo: You've got to listen--
[They're both gagged.]
Clopin: Don't interrupt me! You're very clever to have found our hideaway. Unfortunately, you won't live to tell the tale.
[They are led into a complete underground town, teeming with gypsies.]
Clopin and Gypsy chorus: Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair
Maybe you've heard of that mythical place
Called the Court of Miracles
Clopin: Hello, you're there!
Gypsy chorus: Where the lame can walk
And the blind can see
Clopin: But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around to reveal what you've found
Clopin and Gypsy chorus: We have a method for spies and intruders
Rather like hornets protecting their hive
Clopin: Here In The Court Of Miracles
Clopin and Gypsy chorus: Where it's a miracle if you get out alive!
[Quasi and Phoebus have been taken up to a platform, where nooses are placed around their necks.]
Clopin: Gather around, everybody! There's good "noose" tonight!
[The gypsies laugh.]
Clopin: It's a double header, a couple of Frollo's spies!
[The crowd boos]
Clopin: And not just any spies! His captain of the guard, and his loyal, bell ringing henchman!
[Djali starts to see that Quasi and Phoebus are there, leading him to exit in panic]
Clopin: Justice is swift in the Court Of Miracles
I am the lawyers and judge all in one
We like to get the trial over with quickly
Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!
[Clopin is about to pull the handle to drop the floor out from underneath Quasi and Phoebus.]
Clopin: Any last words? [Phoebus and Quasi mumble through their gags] That's what they all say!
Clopin: Now that we've seen all the evidence
Clopin puppet: Wait! I object!
Clopin: Overruled!
Clopin puppet: I object!
Clopin: Quiet!
Clopin puppet: Dang!
Clopin: We find you totally innocent
Which is the worst crime of all
Clopin and Gypsy chorus: So you're going to hang!
Esmeralda: [stopping Clopin as he is about to hang Quasimodo and Phoebus, thinking they're Judge Claude Frollo's spies] Stop!
Quasimodo and Phoebus: [muffled] Esmeralda!
Esmeralda: [untying Quasimodo and Phoebus] These men aren't spies, they're our friends!
Clopin: [confused] Why didn't they say so?
Quasimodo and Phoebus: [annoyed] We did say so!
Esmeralda: This is the soldier who saved the Miller's family, and Quasimodo helped me escape the cathedral.
Phoebus: We came to warn you! Frollo's coming! He says he know where you're hiding, and he's attacking at dawn with a thousand men!
Esmeralda: Then let's waste no time. We must leave immediately. [the Gypsies hurry to escape] You took a terrible risk coming here. It may not exactly show, but we're grateful.
Phoebus: [sees Quasimodo sad seeing Esmeralda hug Phoebus: to Esmeralda] Don't thank me, thank Quasimodo. Without his help, we would never have found our way here.
Judge Claude Frollo: [off-screen] Nor would I.
[Everyone turns to see Judge Claude Frollo with a large group of soldiers who immediately storm the court. The gypsies try to run, but are stopped at every turn. Eventually, the soldiers surround them]
Judge Claude Frollo: After 20 years of searching, the Court of Miracles is mine at last. [pats a shocked Quasimodo] Dear Quasimodo, I always knew you would someday be of use to me.
Quasimodo: No.
Esmeralda: What are you talking about?
Judge Claude Frollo: Why, he led me right to, my dear.
Esmeralda: [frustratingly] You're a liar.
Judge Claude Frollo: And look what else I've caught in my net. Captain Phoebus, back from the dead. Another "miracle", no doubt. I shall remedy that. [Judge Claude Frollo goes to address the gypsies] There'll be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow, and you're all invited to attend. Lock them up.
Quasimodo: [grabs Judge Claude Frollo's robe and begs his master to reconsider] No, please, Master! [Judge Claude Frollo just frowns at him, and he falls to the floor in disgrace] No, no.
Judge Claude Frollo: Take him back to the bell tower. And make sure he stays there.
[The soldiers drag Quasimodo back to the bell tower]
[Dissolve to morning, where a huge crowd has gathered to watch the burning of Esmeralda, who is tied to a pyre. Judge Claude Frollo stands next to her.]
Chorus: Judex crederis esse venturus. In te, Domine, speravi!
Judge Claude Frollo: The prisoner Esmeralda has been found guilty of the crime of witchcraft. The sentence: DEATH!
[The crowd goes furious. Gypsies watch from cages. As the archdeacon comes out to see what is happening, guards block him off.]
Chorus: Non confundar in aeternum. Salvum fac populum tuum. Judex Crederis!
Woman: Release her!
Man: Let her go!
Woman: She's done nothing wrong!
Man: She is innocent!
Judge Claude Frollo: [To Esmeralda] The time has come, gypsy. You stand upon the brink of the abyss. Yet even now, it is not too late. I can save you from the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire. [she spits in his face in refusal] The Gypsy, Esmeralda, has refused to recant! This evil witch has put the souls of every citizen in Paris in awful jeopardy!
[Quasimodo is chained up, and the gargoyles are trying to snap him out of his depression]
Hugo: Come on, Quasi, snap out of it.
Victor: Your friends are down there.
Quasimodo: It's all my fault.
Laverne: You gotta break these chains!
Quasimodo: I can't. I tried. What difference would it make?
Victor: But you can't let Frollo win.
Quasimodo: He already has.
Hugo: So, you're-- You're givin' up? That's it?
Laverne: These chains aren't what's holdin' you back, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo: Leave me alone.
[All the gargoyles are shocked, and they slowly begin to stone-walk away]
Hugo: Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave you alone.
Victor: After all, we're only made out of stone.
Laverne: We just thought maybe you were made of somethin' stronger.
[The gargoyles then turn to stone, leaving Quasimodo with the line "Made of something stronger."]
Judge Claude Frollo: For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon back where she belongs! [lights the pyre and the crowd yells in protest against having Esmeralda die in fire]
Quasimodo: [bellowing] NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Chorus: Libera me Domine! Libera me Domine de morte æterna! Quando caeli movendi sunt caeli et terra, dum veneris judicare sæculum per ignem! Salva me, Salutaris Hostia! Quae caeli pandis ostium! Bella premunt hostila! Da robur, fer auxilium! Sit sempiterna gloria, Sit sempiterna gloria!
[He begins to pull harder and harder, gathering up his immense strength. Below him, Esmeralda coughs and splutters. The bells begin to quietly ring as he shakes the very building, ripping out pillars of stone. Finally he is freed. He races off and grabs a rope. Leaping off the edge of the cathedral, he lassos a gargoyle and rappels down the side of the building. Finally, he's close enough. He jumps off, flies out over the crowd and lands on the platform. He quickly breaks Esmeralda's ropes. A trio of guards come at him, but Quasi grabs the flaming stake and swings it at them, scaring them off. He grabs the rope and climbs back to the top of the building.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Quasimodo!
Chorus: Sit sempiterna gloria! Gloria, Gloria, Semper! Sanctis, Sanctis! In Excelsis!
[He reaches the top of the building and stands in front of the giant stained glass window. He holds Esmeralda's body high above his head.]
Quasimodo: SANCTUARY!!! SANCTUARY!!! SANCTUARY!!!
[The crowd cheers. Judge Claude Frollo is not pleased.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Captain!
Brutish Guard: Sir?
Judge Claude Frollo: Seize the cathedral!
[Back to the top, Quasimodo has brought the still unconscious Esmeralda into the bedroom. He lies her down on the bed.]
Quasimodo: Don't worry. You'll be safe here.
Oafish Guard: Charge!
Chorus: Mors stupebit et natura! Cum resurget creatura, ludicanti responsura! Judex ergo cum sedebit, nil inhultum remanebit!
[Quasimodo leaps down, then grabs a beam of wood and throws it at the advancing soldiers on the ground. They scurry like ants.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Come back, you cowards!!! [To guards at Phoebus' cage] You men! Pick up that beam! Break down the door!
[The men oblige Judge Claude Frollo, leaving only Oafish Guard. Phoebus grabs him around the neck from inside the cage.]
Phoebus: Alone at last!
[He bonks the guard on the head, and as Oafish Guard falls to the ground, he grabs the keys to the lock. The guards, meanwhile, have begun battering the door. Phoebus unlocks himself, then leaps on top of the cage.]
Phoebus: Citizens of Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our city!! And now, he has declared war on Notre Dame herself!!! Will we allow it?!?!
Crowd: NO!!!
[As the crowd begins to break loose the gypsies, the guards continue their assault. Soon, the crowd swarms around the door.]
Hugo: I think the cavalry's here! [Sees Phoebus] Hey! Isn't that-- Uh, Feeble?
Laverne: Doofus.
Quasimodo: Phoebus!
[The crowds continue to fight. Quasimodo continues to drop things on the advancing troops. Victor drops a brick, landing square on a guard's head.]
Victor: Sorry! Sorry!
[Hugo throws a rock in his mouth, then chomps it up, flies around like a bomber, ending up on the ledge. He begins spitting out pebbles like a machine gun. Meanwhile, Judge Claude Frollo is supervising the guards at the door.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Harder!
[As the fighting continues, a guard breaks the lock off the stockade. The Old Prisoner is once again free.]
Old Prisoner: I'm free! I'm free! [He steps into a hole labeled "Mon Sewer".] Dang it!
[A grappling hook reaches Quasimodo. He grabs it, then pulls the rope tight. Three guards smash into the building as one of them has the Goofy Yell. Meanwhile, Victor and Hugo are building a catapult. They finally are finished and ready to fire.]
Victor: Ready...aim...fire!
[They push the catapult off the ledge, sending it crashing to the ground. Soldiers scatter as it hits.]
Victor: Are you sure that's how it works?
[The catapult, upside down, springs, sending the cart bottom on top of some soldiers.]
Hugo: Works for me!
[More fighting. Once again, Brutish Guard is defeated by Phoebus, and he ends up behind Achilles.]
Phoebus: Achilles! Sit!
Brutish Guard: [muffled] Ah! Ahh! Get it off me!!
[And the horse obeys. Cut to Laverne, sending the birds to attack, ala The Wicked Witch of the West from "The Wizard of Oz."]
Laverne: Fly, my pretties! Fly! Fly! [Cackles]
[The guards continue to work on the door.]
Judge Claude Frollo: Put your backs into it!
[Meanwhile, Victor is using Hugo as a bellows to warm up the fire on the lead pot. Quasimodo attaches a rope to it, then dumps it over, sending fire pouring out of the tower and onto the scattering guards below. The guards battering the door run, but Judge Claude Frollo manages to get inside the cathedral safely. As he does, the archdeacon runs up to him.]
Archdeacon: [sternly] Frollo, have you gone mad?! I will not tolerate this assault on the House of God!
Judge Claude Frollo: Silence, you old fool! [tosses the Archdeacon aside] The Hunchback and I have unfinished business to attend to. And this time, you will not interfere. [closes and locks door]
Quasimodo: [to Esmeralda] We've done it, Esmeralda; We've beaten them back! Come and see! [Esmeralda doesn't respond] Esmeralda, wake up. You're safe now. [worried] Esmeralda? [shocked] Oh, no. [tries giving Esmeralda water, but she doesn't wake up] [tearfully] Oh, no.
[Laverne closes the door and the Gargoyles leave to give Quasimodo an emotional moment as he cries, thinking Esmeralda died. Judge Claude Frollo, however, steps in, with a dagger behind his back and touches Quasimodo on his hump]
Quasimodo: [whispers angrily] You killed her.
Judge Claude Frollo: It was my duty. Horrible as it was, I hope you'll can forgive me. [Quasimodo hyperventilates] There, there, Quasimodo. I know it hurts. But now, the time has come to end your suffering...forever.
[as Judge Claude Frollo draws a dagger, and trying to kill him, Quasimodo notices his shadow and gasps in horror, so he grabs Judge Claude Frollo's right arm, and after a struggle, Quasimodo manages to snatch the dagger and bravely corners Judge Claude Frollo, angrily hyperventilating]
Judge Claude Frollo: [nervously as Quasimodo advances on him] Now, now... Listen to me, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo: [about to yelling at Judge Claude Frollo] NO! YOU LISTEN! All my life, you have told me the world is a dark, cruel place. But now I see that the only thing dark [throws the dagger to the floor] and cruel about it is people like YOU!
Esmeralda: [off screen, weakly] Quasimodo?
Quasimodo: [relieved as he turns and sees Esmeralda is alive with the bed] Esmeralda!
Judge Claude Frollo: [upon realizing that Esmeralda had survived, and he was enraged] She lives. [draws his sword]
Quasimodo: NO!!! [as he grabs Esmeralda and runs out onto the balcony. Judge Claude Frollo follows, but when he gets outside, he sees nothing but gargoyles (including) Pumbaa the Warthog with a statue of the gargoyle). After looking left and right, he looks out over the edge and finds Quasimodo hanging there with Esmeralda]
Judge Claude Frollo: Leaving so soon? [swings his sword, but Quasimodo dodges the blow by swinging to another spot, and misses. Down on the ground, the villagers and guards stop the fight to watch]
Villager: [points to Quasimodo, Esmeralda and Judge Claude Frollo fighting to the final battle at the balcony of the Cathedral] Look! Up there!
[Judge Claude Frollo goes to swings his sword again]
Quasimodo: Hang on! [as he swings off again, just narrowly missing Judge Claude Frollo's sword. Finally, Judge Claude Frollo is about to kill Esmeralda, but Quasimodo pushes her out of the way]
Judge Claude Frollo: I should have known you'd risk your life to save that gypsy witch! Just as your own mother died trying to save you.
Quasimodo: [realizes what Judge Claude Frollo's saying about his mother's death; shocked and horrified] What?
Judge Claude Frollo: Now, I'm going to do what I should have done, 20 YEARS AGO! [furiously throws his cape over Quasimodo's face and tries to throw him down]
Quasimodo: Ohh! Ugh!
[And at the same time, Judge Claude Frollo also falls]
Judge Claude Frollo: Whoaaaaa! Oh!
[But Quasimodo holds Judge Claude Frollo's cape, and Esmeralda grabs Quasimodo. Judge Claude Frollo sees a gargoyle and swings to it and grabs it]
Esmeralda: [grunting] Hold on! Hold on!
[Quasimodo loses consciousness and drops Judge Claude Frollo's cape, as Judge Claude Frollo stands on top of the gargoyle and laughs evilly. He raises his sword, and trying to kill her]
Judge Claude Frollo: [His last words before his death] And he shall smite the wicked, and plunge them into the fiery pit!
[The gargoyle Judge Claude Frollo's standing on starts to collapse beneath him, and he drops his sword and grabs the gargoyle as it comes alive (the Cathedral was observing Judge Claude Frollo's action for 2 decades and finally had enough of him) and angrily roars thunderously at his face and he screams in horror as he falls into a sea of molten copper below along with the gargoyle still roaring at him and finally killing him for good and ending his tyranny once and for all]
Esmeralda: [losing her grip] Quasimodo. Quasi-- [drops Quasimodo] NOOOOOO!
[Phoebus catches Quasimodo, saving his life.]
[after Quasimodo has saved all of Paris from Judge Claude Frollo’s tyranny]
Clopin: Three cheers, for Quasimodo!
[the crowd cheers]
Clopin: So here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame
What makes a monster and what makes a man?
Chorus: Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells…
Clopin: Whatever their pitch you, can feel them bewitch you
The rich and the ritual knells…
Clopin and Chorus: Of The Bells Of Notre Dame!
[A long pullout, as we see the crowd following Quasi, then the gargoyles looking over them. Birds have once again covered Laverne.]
[before closing credits]
Laverne: [annoyed with the birds landing on her] Don't you ever migrate?!
[Bonus post-credits scene at the railing of the Notre Dame Cathedral, when Hugo the Gargoyle waves and breaks the fourth wall, directly to the audience]
Hugo: Good night, everybody! Wah-ha-hoo!

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