"Out There"

This is where Frollo and Mac sing "Out There" in Mac Grimborn meets the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

[Then, Mac follows Frollo]

Mac Grimborn: Look, sir, let's just say that, well, you go to this festival every year.

Frollo: I am a public official. I must go! But I don't enjoy a moment. Thieves and cutpurses, the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor.

Mac Grimborn: I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you, Frollo.

Frollo: Mac, can't you understand? When Quasimodo's heartless mother abandoned him as a child, anyone else would've drowned him, and this is my thanks for taking you and your friends in and giving you a place in Paris?

Mac Grimborn: [sighs] I'm sorry, sir.

Frollo: Oh, my dear Mac, Quasimodo doesn't know what it's like out there. I do. I do.

[Then, he sings]

Frollo: The world is cruel~

The world is wicked~

It's I alone whom he can trust in this whole city~

I am his only friend~

I who keep him, teach him, feed him, dress him~

I who look upon him without fear~

How can I protect him, boy?~

Unless he always stays in here~

Away in here~

[They go back inside]

Frollo: I must teach you what I taught Quasimodo, Mac.

He is deformed~

Mac Grimborn: He is deformed~

Frollo: And he is ugly~

Mac Grimborn: And he is ugly~

Frollo: And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity~

You do not comprehend~

Mac Grimborn: You are his one defender~

Frollo: Out there, they'll revile him as a monster~

Mac Grimborn: He is a monster~

Frollo: Out there, they will hate and scorn and jeer~

Mac Grimborn: Only a monster~

Frollo: Why invite their calumny and consternation?~

Stay in here~

Be faithful to me~

Mac Grimborn: He's faithful~

Frollo: Grateful to me~

Mac Grimborn: He's grateful~

Frollo: Do as I say, obey~

And~

Mac Grimborn: He'll~

Frollo and Mac Grimborn: Stay in here~

[Frollo walks away]

Mac Grimborn: You're so good to him, Frollo. I'm sorry.

Frollo: You are forgiven. But remember, Mac, this is Quasimodo's sanctuary. [leaves]

Quasimodo: My sanctuary.

Mac Grimborn: [to himself] That guy really creeps me out.

[Then, Quasimodo sings]

Quasimodo: Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone~

Gazing at the people down below me~

All my life, I watch them as I hide up here alone~

Hungry for the histories they show me~

All my life, I memorize their faces~

Knowing them as they will never know me~

All my life, I wonder how it feels to have a day~

Mac Grimborn: Not above them~

[We view outside the Bell Tower]

Mac Grimborn and Quasimodo: But part of them~

Quasimodo: And out there, living in the sun~

Give me one day out there, all I ask is one~

To hold forever~

Mac Grimborn: Out there, where they all live unaware~

Quasimodo: What I’d give~

What I’d dare~

Just to live one day out there~

[We view to the entire city]

Mac Grimborn: Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives~

Quasimodo: Through the roofs and gables I can see them~

Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives

Heedless of the gift it is to be them~

If I was in their skin~

I'd treasure every instant~

Mac Grimborn and Quasimodo: Out there, strolling by the Seine~

Quasimodo: Taste the morning out there, like ordinary men~

Who freely walk about there~

Just one day and then, I swear~

I'll be content~

With my share~

Mac Grimborn: Won't resent~

Quasimodo: Won't despair~

Old and bent~

I won't care~

I'll have spent one day out there!~

[The song ends]