THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME

(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 Frollo.)

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

(As Frollo sings, the flames in the fireplace take the form of a dancing
Esmeralda, dancing for Frollo's pleasure.)

               I FEEL HER, I SEE HER
               THE SUN CAUGHT IN HER RAVEN HAIR
               IS BLAZING IN ME OUT OF ALL CONTROL!

               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.  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.)

Guard 6:       Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.

Frollo:        What!?! 

Guard 6:       She's nowhere in the cathedral.  She's gone.

Frollo:        But how, and...never mind.  Get out, you idiot!  I'll
               find her.  I'll find her if I have to burn down all of
               Paris!

               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!

(Dissolve to morning.  Frollo is exiting his carriage.  Waiting for him
is Phoebus.)

Phoebus:       (To Guards) Attention!  (To Frollo)  Morning, sir.

(Frollo moans.)

Phoebus:       Are you feeling all right?

Frollo:        I had a little trouble with the fireplace.

Phoebus:       I see.  Your orders, sir?

Frollo:        Find the gypsy girl.

(Fast music, cut to troops ransacking a home, eventually finding a group
of gypsies hidden in a trap door.  They gypsies are lined up outside,
with Frollo looking down at them.)

Frollo:        Ten pieces of silver for the gypsy Esmeralda.

(He shoves a handful of coins out, but there are no takers.)

Frollo:        (To Guards) Lock them up!

(We now watch Frollo's men push a carriage into the Seine.  As it begins
to sink, gypsies come floating to the surface.  Once again, they're
lined up, with Frollo surveying them.)

Frollo:        Twenty pieces of silver for the gypsy Esmeralda!

(Again, no takers.)

Frollo:        (To Guards)  Take them away!

(Cut to a house with a large windmill.  Frollo's guards have found
gypsies there.  Frollo is interrogating the miller.  Music lower.)

Frollo:        We found this gypsy talisman on your property.  Have you
               been harbouring gypsies?

Miller:        Our home is always open to the weary traveler.  Have
               mercy, my lord.

Frollo:        I am placing you and your family under house arrest until
               I get to the bottom of this.  If what you say is true,
               you are innocent and you have nothing to fear. 

Miller:        But we are innocent, I assure you!  We know nothing of
               these gypsies!
              
(Frollo pulls their door shut, then bars it shut with a guard's staff. 
He turns to Phoebus.)

Frollo:        Burn it.

Phoebus:       What!?!?

Frollo:        Until it smolders.  These people are traitors and must be
               made examples of.

(Frollo hands him a torch.)

Phoebus:       With all due respect, sir, I was not trained to murder
               the innocent.

Frollo:        But you were trained to follow orders.

(Phoebus takes the torch and douses it in a bucket of water.)

Frollo:        Insolent coward. 

(Frollo grabs another torch and touches the flame to the windmill.  The
entire structure is quickly engulfed in flame.  Phoebus crashes through
the window and brings the family outside to safety.  As the building
continues to burn, guards grab Phoebus.)

Frollo:        The sentence for insubordination is death.  Such a pity--
               you threw away a promising career.

Phoebus:       Consider it my highest honour, sir.

(Frollo raises a spear and is about to kill Phoebus, when Phoebus kicks
Frollo's horse.  The horse bucks, and Frollo is thrown off.  Phoebus
escapes the guards, hops on Frollo's horse and is off.)

Frollo:        Hit him!  And don't hit my horse!

(As Phoebus rides off, he is showered with arrows.  One of them goes
through his shoulder, and he falls off the horse, off the bridge that
he's riding over, and into the river.  A volley of arrows follow him in. 
Esmeralda, who has witnessed the entire spectacle in disguise, gasps.)

Frollo:        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!

(Esmeralda runs down the hill to the river, keeping under cover.  She
wades into the water, then dives under.  She comes back up with the
unconscious Phoebus.  She pulls him out of the water as we dissolve to a
long shot of Paris burning.  Frollo is approached by a guard.)

Guard 7:       Sir!  We've looked everywhere, and still no sign of the
               gypsy girl.

Frollo:        I had the entire cathedral surrounded, guards at every
               door.  There was no way she could have escaped, unless...

(He looks up to the cathedral's bell tower, and Quasimodo's home.  In
the tower, the 'goyles talking.)

Laverne:       Oh, it doesn't look good.

Victor:        It's hopeless.  Absolutely hopeless.

(Cut to Hugo playing cards with a pigeon)