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

Damnable!
Will they all walk
is damnable!

Andre, please don't . . .
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 hardly
when left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a reminder:
my salary has not paid.
it care of the ghost,
by return of
P.T.O.:
likes a debtor,
so it's if my
are obeyed!"

Who would the gall
to this?
Someone a puerile brain!

[FIRMIN (examining 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
of spectre . . .

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

Where is

You Carlotta?

I mean Miss -
where is

Well, how should we

I want an -
I take it that you sent me note?

What's all this

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not you, then?

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, argue -
Isn't the
letter you

And is it, that we're
meant to wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not for Miss Daae.
The Angel of
has her his wing.
no attempt to see her again."

If you write it, who did?

is he?

Ah, back!

Your patron -
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 didn't 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.
Daae
will be on your behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
should you
to her place."

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

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

I thought it
that she went . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
she sing?

Here, I a note . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

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

VOICE (taking over)]
Christine Daae has to you,
and I am her career
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you will cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Miss Daae
calls for and appeal.
The of the Pageboy is silent -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, will be kept empty for me. Should
commands be ignored, a disaster beyond 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 don't orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss will be playing
the Pageboy - the silent . . .

Carlotta will be
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's useless 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 angel . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You rebuked me!

Signora, us . . .

You have me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This shall see
darkest fears . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the hears . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
Don't be a . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!