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(Raoul sitting in a bar, Barkeeper polishes glasses)
R(to the barkeeper): One more… please.
B: Oh buddy, don't you think you've had already enough? It's like your… second?
R (with a low voice): Third.
B: I don't think you can bear another one.
R: One more, I said (with a low voice again)… please…sir...
B: Alright, alright
(Barkeeper refills his glass, Raoul starts singing)
(To the Melody of "Why does she love me?")
I've looked for constancy
She's just out for fun
I've loved her steadily
Like I'd have loved my son
R: Who turned out to be a girl… can you believe it?
B: That's the trouble? That's all you worry about? Is that so important?
R: Looks like you haven't met her. That's strange… you must be her type.
B: Really?
R: Yeah. Every type is HER type, it seems.
B: Oh…
R: She's just like her mother. She always falls for the wrong guys.
B: So…your wife, eh? She's having an affair then?
R: No! I was talking about myself.
(sings again)
I've loved her yearningly
To her I'm minor
Nothing she wants from me
Why don't I leave her?
She longs for greater things
Things I can't give her
(Barkeeper stares at him)
Anguish and pain it brings
It makes me shiver
If she runs off at night
I can't retrieve her
Comes she home, I won't fight
Why don't I leave her?
R (murmurs): Why don't I leave her…? (Sighs) Hit me, barkeep.
B: As you wish. (Slaps him)
(Raoul sighs and sits up again)
B: You didn't mean that, right?
R: Nope.
(sings again)
One more drink, please
Keep it in mind
Helps the disease
But won't leave the hurt behind
B: What disease are you talking about?
R: Just some STD. got it from my wife, last week. She blames the towels... And our daughter.
B: Won't ever bother to ask again, sir.
(sings again)
She's not the man I loved
Was not and won't be
She's not kind and soft-gloved
But worse she treats me
A long story short cut
Her beau deceived her
She sticks things up my…
(Barkeeper stares at him, Raoul starts to cry)
Why can't I leave her?
How 'bout you sir?
Been trough that too, sir?
What can I do, sir
To leave the hurt behind?
(Barkeeper grins and refills his glass)
(Meg sits down next to him and chug-a-lugs Raoul's drink)
R: Ah, Miss Giry. Is everything alright?
M (mumbles): I've got to kill her. I'll kill her. That stupid Christine. I've had enough of her.
R: Does anything bother you?
M (mumbles): Oh, how I hate Christine. Everybody loves Christine. It's always Christine. I'll kill her. I'll shoot her. Yes, I'll shoot her.
R: Has it to do anything with Christine?
M (mumbles): Always Christine. Christine here, Christine there. I've had enough of this. I'll shoot her.
(Barkeeper refills Raoul's glass; both Meg and Raoul reach for it)
Raoul: Ladies first, I guess.
(Meg drinks it up, the Barkeeper refills it, Meg mumbles the same thing again, both try to grab the glass, Raoul sighs again, Meg drinks it up again)
R: My good manners will kill me someday.
B (nodding, looks at Meg): Perhaps. But she first. You see? Ladies first (Laughs)
M (mumbles): That Christine… always Christine.
M: Christine… Christine…
P: Christine.
R: What was that?
B: That's what she said. (Laughs, stops when he sees, that Raoul doesn't laugh
Oh, why don't you hang yourself?
(Phantom approaches stage)
P: Christine?
M (mumbles): It's always Christine. That Christine. (Takes a gun out, loads it) That will teach her. No more Christine. No more Christine. (Laughs maniacal, exits)NO MORE CHRISTINE!
(Silence, the Barkeeper fills a glass for the Phantom)
R: Shouldn't we be worried?
P: No. She does no harm. She's just weird. Like her mother.
R: Or my wife.
P: SHE's not weird.
R: You tell me.
P: I just did.
B: Oh, just shut up.
R: How rude.
B: You too. Meg's right. It's always about Christine. You two. Cut it out. Just let it go. It can't be always about Christine.
How about that new girl? Erika?
R&P: What about her? (Stare at each other)
B: I've heard she's hot. And a lot younger than Christine. Whaddya say? Sounds like an alternative.
R&P: Not for him. He's her father. (They stare at each other again)
P: Sir?
R: I mean… I'm not quite sure, but…
B: Oh come on, we all know what this is about. Your wife banged him, eh? Right? Don't you want to confront him then? Don't you want to start a fight or something?
R: Maybe after another drink.
B: Pathetic. (Refills Raoul's glass) I guess I can't give you enough to drink to confront him.
(Raoul nods and takes a sip)
R: I'd rather pass out then talk to him.
B (To the Phantom): And how about you? Don't you want to start a fight? Or at least an argument? Come on! Just a tiny little discussion. Who knows where this could lead…?
(Phantom and Raoul look at each other)
B: Come on… Kiss! With tongue!
P: I may have to sack you. But after you've served me another drink.
B: Don't you mean "serviced you"?
P (cold): You're fired.
B: God damn it! I thought this was an amusement park. I had expected some more action. Some passion…
P: Get out!
(Raoul starts looking around the room then seems to have discovered something)
R: Look, there's Erika.
P (jumps from his seat and panics): WHERE?
R (smiles): Got you there.
B (Laughing, while packing his things): That's a good one.
R: I suppose you have already met.
P: Before I met her I might have said I had the pleasure to meet her… but be sure; I won't dare to say it.
B: So… she's a slut, right?
P: Out, I said!
R: And she was coming on to you?
(Phantom nods, chug-a-lugs his and Raoul's drink)
R: YOU?!
B: That's gross. You could be her father. (Laughs)
R: You can be.
P: No, I can't. And I'm not her father. What gave you that idea?
R: It's strange, though… I don't know about this. Somehow she reminds me of you.
B: Eew! Then she's definitely not my type!
(Barkeeper takes his things, grabs a few bottles and starts running)
P: HEY! No, don't... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! COME BACK!
B (Off stage): No, I'm afraid you might sack me for stealing them!
P(sighs): Why couldn't I have stayed in Paris? I had a nice, warm place… I was happy there… Nothing to do but my music… Playing on my organ… alone…
(Barkeeper laughs off stage)
R: With Christine.
P: No, she never played on my organ.
(Barkeeper laughs off stage)
P: Shut up, for god's sake!
Where were we? Oh, right… I had found a nice place to stay when someone had to track her down to claim his girl back to marry her and stay unhappy with her. And I had to leave my place, too, due to the accidents which had happened. Let's face it: You're unhappy, I'm unhappy… what can be worse? You've a spoiled daughter, a nymphomaniac wife who doesn't love you and you're not even man enough to develop a drinking problem. Maybe you'd be better off with anorexia. Try that instead.
(Raoul starts crying, the Phantom pets his back)
P: Oh no… don't… it's not that bad… it could be worse… you could be… ugly… like me…
R: You're not ugly… Christine prefers you. There's nothing wrong with you anyway. I mean, look at you… With this mask your face seems… beautiful… yet perfect…
(Phantom grins at the beginning then shakes his head)
P: I hope that's the booze talking.
R: And if it isn't?
(Phantom looks at Raoul who cocks an eyebrow)
P: You're just like Erika.
(Barkeeper opens the door once more)
B: Great. You spoiled the whole moment!
(Slams the door)
R: Just because I'm coming on to you?
(Raoul raises from his seat and leans forward to the Phantom)
P: Come, stop that. That's ridiculous. What kind of a plot twist would that be?
R: A very romantic one?
P: I knew I should have written my "Roomless guy" song for someone else than Christine.
R: You two have met again?
P: Sure.
R: Was it romantic?
P: Not really. But it doesn't have to be. It's not like we were married… or had a daughter.
R: And if… Erika… if she IS your daughter?
P: That's impossible. How should this have happened? She doesn't even look like me.
R: She reminds me a lot of you. Or, at least, she's more like you than she's like me.
P: Maybe she's just like her mother?
R: No, there's something more… romantic… tragic, perhaps…somehow yearning for forbidden love. Just like you.
P: Alright is this about me or her? I must say I get at least a bit turned on, but…
R: I was talking about her.
P: Oh.
R: But you see yourself in her, don't you?
P: Don't ever use the words "myself" "in" and "her" in one sentence again!
R: I mean it!
P: Me too!
R: She's your daughter, isn't she? I bet she even knows it. I bet everybody knows it except me.
(Silence)
R: I should have known it. How she sings… how she loves to play on organs…
P: Please, stop that.
R: Don't try to change the subject! I know you're involved.
P: I was NEVER involved.
R: Yes you were. 16 YEARS AND NINE MONTHS AGO!
P: Erika is your daughter. How can you deny that?
Sudden ending - a new song is ahead.
Guess what?
"Girls always take the hideous"
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