Phantom of the Opera
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where she mistakenly approaches
an underwear-clad male mannequin

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to ask where her beloved has gone.
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If that's not silly enough, she and Raoul
have a rendezvous at a Parisian café

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which has a small café orchestra, where
a banter song between the two of them

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goes back and forth, full of risqué lyrics.
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The opera being staged
is Gounod's Faust,

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and the music master explains
to Christine that he had always hoped

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there would be someone like her,
someone to be the Marguerite to his Faust

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and save him from himself.
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The music master explains to her
the horrors of the First World War.

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"They made a killer of me,
the most sensitive creature in the world,

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the kindest man, who would
not even kill an insect!"

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"Yet one day I found myself
in battle on the great attack,

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killing, killing, killing my fellow men!"
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"I remember looking
into the face of one man."

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"He was a boy, very young."
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"I fired his lungs and I looked into
the face that was no longer human."

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"Something snapped in my brain.
I... I! I had done this!"

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"I had smashed that face to pulp,
and for what?"

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"They did this to me."
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This talk alarms Christine, particularly
when the phantom throws her in a car

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and begins driving through Paris,
mowing down the population.

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Taking her to his dungeon, the phantom
begins pumping out on the organ

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the melody of his "The Devil Triumphant".
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At this point, of course,
Christine has to take off his mask.

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And she sees a perfectly
normal-Iooking man.

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"You shrink from me
because I have killed," he says.

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"Tell me, where did I learn my killing?
Where is the scar I told you of?"

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"On my face? Ha! I have a scar, a frightful
wound, but it was not on my body."

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"I got it in the war, and to nearby people
who don't do the killing, am I a killer?"

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"There are a million dead. Two millions!
They lie in rows and rows."


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