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"Mystery
after night,"
if says, "Mystery
of flight!"
"Mystified
Surete say,
we are -
we suspect play!"
Bad on
scene -
Carlotta,
now Christine!
Still, at
the seats get
worth
its in gold . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half cast disappears,
but the crowd cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and -
a scandal that'll
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will all walk out?
is damnable!

Andre, please shout . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we no cast . . .

(calmly)]
But Andre,
have you seen the
Oh, it
got one too . . .

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine a great success!
We were bereft
when Carlotta -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a brief
my salary has not paid.
Send it of the ghost,
by of post
P.T.O.:
likes a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would have the
to this?
Someone with a brain!

(examining both letters)]
These are both "O.G." . . .

Who the is he?

(immediately realizing)]
ghost!

(unamused)]
It's not amusing!

He's
our position!

In
he money!

He's a
sort of . . .

. . . to a
retainer!
Nothing -
he is clearly insane!

Where is

You mean

I mean Miss -
where is

Well, how should we

I an answer -
I take it you sent me this note?

What's all this

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not with you,

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, don't -
this the
letter you

And what is it, that
to have wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not fear for Daae.
The of Music
has her his wing.
Make no to see her again."

If you write it, who did?

is he?

Ah, back!

Your precious -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I your letter -
a letter I
resent!

(to RAOUL)]
And did you it?

Of not!

As if he would!

You send it?

Of not!

What's on . . .?

(to RAOUL)]
You to tell me,
this is not the
you sent?!

And is it that I'm
meant to sent?
(RAOUL the letter and reads it)
"Your
at the Opera are numbered.
Christine
will be on your behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
you attempt
to her place."

Far too
notes for my -
and of them
Christine!
All heard since we came
is Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

(drily)]
I trust her oil
is and truly burned.

Where is she now?

I thought it
that she home . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
Will she

Here, I have a . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the and reads. The PHANTOM'S
voice gradually over)]
"Gentlemen, I now sent you several notes of the
amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one chance . . ."

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Daae has returned to you,
and I am anxious her
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will therefore Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Miss
in the of Countess.
The role which Miss plays
for charm and appeal.
The role of the is silent -
makes my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, will be kept empty for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a disaster your
imagination occur.

(taking over)]
"I remain, Gentlemen,
Your servant, O.G."

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a ploy to Christine!

This is . . .

I know who sent
(pointing an finger)
The - her lover!

(ironical)]

(to the OTHERS)
Can you believe

(to CARLOTTA, in protest)]
Signora!

[CARLOTTA (half to the MANAGERS, to herself)]
O traditori!

(to CARLOTTA)]
is a joke!

This nothing!

O mentitori!

Signora!

You are our star!

And will be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We take orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss Daae be playing
the Pageboy - the role . . .

Carlotta will be
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's trying to
me!
You're only saying
to me!
Signori, e
Non, non, non udire!
morire!
O mio!
Dio!

Who his word,
beware to . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You reviled me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly my arms . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You have me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This hour see
your darkest . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the hears . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
be a martyr . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!