THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME

Quasimodo:     This way.

(They lay Phoebus down on Quasi's bed.  He moans gently and comes to.)

Phoebus:       Esmeralda?

Esmeralda:     Shh, shh, shh.  You'll hide here until you're strong
               enough to move.

(She pulls out a flask of alcohol.)

Phoebus:       Great.  I could use a drink. 

(She pours it on his wound, and he cries out in pain.)

Phoebus:       Ah, yes!  Hmmm!  Feels like a 1470 burgundy.  Not a good
               year. 

Esmeralda:     That family owes you their lives.  You're either the
               single bravest soldier I've ever seen, or the craziest.

Phoebus:       Ex-soldier, remember?  Why is it, whenever we meet, I end
               up bleeding?

Phoebus:       You're lucky.  That arrow almost pierced your heart.

Esmeralda:     I'm not so sure it didn't.

(They move closer and closer, then kiss.  Quasimodo, in the background,
turns away sad.)

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 excitedly.  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. 

(She and Djali leave.  The 'goyles come back to life.)

Laverne:       Quick, we gotta stash the stiff!

(They hurriedly drag Phoebus' body off the bed and underneath the table
with Quasi's models on it.  He hurriedly tries to set his models
straight as Frollo enters.  He feigns surprise.)

Quasimodo:     Oh, master, I didn't think you'd be coming--

Frollo:        I'm never too busy to share a meal with you, dear boy.  I
               brought a little treat. 

(He clears his throat slightly, and Quasi realises he hasn't set the
table.  He rushes off to grab the dishes, and is obviously flustered,
dropping and breaking things.)

Frollo:        Is there something troubling you, Quasimodo?

Quasimodo:     No.  No!

Frollo:        Oh, but there is.  I know there is. 

(Frollo has pulled out a bunch of grapes.  One falls to the floor, near
Phoebus.  Quasi cautiously picks it up.)

Frollo:        I think...you're hiding something.

Quasimodo:     Oh, no, master.  There's nothing--

Frollo:        You're not eating, boy.

(He quickly gobbles a handful of grapes.)

Quasimodo:     (Mumbling through the food) It's very good.  Thank you.

(Phoebus moans.  Quasi moans similarly, indicating he enjoys the food. 
Phoebus sighs louder.  Quasi kicks him, knocking him out, then pretends
to cough to cover up the noise.)

Quasimodo:     Seeds.

Frollo:        (Looking at the models)  What's different in here?

Quasimodo:     Nothing, sir.

Frollo:        Isn't this one new?  (Picks up the Esmeralda figure) 
               It's awfully good.  Looks very much like the gypsy girl. 
               I know.  (A nasty look creeps across his face as his
               voice rises)  You helped her escape!

Quasimodo:     But I--

Frollo:        And now, all Paris is burning because of you!

Quasimodo:     She was kind to me, master.

(Frollo smashes the table and its setting)

Frollo:        You idiot!  That wasn't kindness, it was cunning!  She's
               a gypsy!  Gypsies are not capable of real love!  Think,
               boy!  Think of your mother!

(Frollo takes a moment to recompose himself.)

Frollo:        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?

Frollo:        I know where her hideout is, and tomorrow, at dawn, I 
               attack with a thousand men.

(He exits, and Phoebus emerges.)

Phoebus:       We have to find the Court of Miracles, before daybreak. 
               If Frollo gets there first...are you coming with me?

Quasimodo:     I can't.

Phoebus:       I thought you were Esmeralda's friend.

Quasimodo:     Frollo's my master.  I can't disobey him again.

Phoebus:       She stood up for you.  You've got a funny way of showing
               gratitude. 

(He pauses, while Quasi turns away.)

Phoebus:       Well, I'm not going to sit by and watch Frollo massacre
               innocent people.  You do what you think is right.

(He turns and leaves.)

Quasimodo:     (To the 'goyles)  Look.  What am I supposed to do?  Go
               out there and rescue the girl from the jaws of death, and
               the whole town will cheer like I'm some sort of hero? 
               She already has her knight in shining armour, and it's
               not me.  Frollo was right.  Frollo was right about
               everything.  I'm tired of trying to be something I'm not.

(Laverne hands him a coat.)

Quasimodo:     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)  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.

(Quasi pulls out the amulet 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...