Madam Giry wait!
Please Monsieur I know no more than anyone else!
That's not true!
Please Monsieur, don't ask.
There have been too many accidents.
Accidents?!
Please Madam Giry, for all our sakes. (sighs) Very well.
It was years ago.
There was a traveling fair in the city.
Gypsies.
I was very young, studying to be a ballerina.
One of many.
Living in the dormitories of the opera house.
Come, come inside!
Come and see the Devil's child!
I hid him, from the world and its cruelties.
He has known nothing else of life since then, except this opera house.
It was his playground, and now his artistic domain.
He's a genius.
He's an architect and designer.
Composer and magician.
He's a genius monsieur!
But clearly, Madam Giry, genius has turned to madness.