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"Mystery
after night,"
if says, "Mystery
of flight!"
"Mystified
baffled say,
we are -
we suspect 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 your disappears,
but the crowd cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and -
It's a scandal
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will they all out?
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
what a gala!
Christine a great success!
We were bereft
when Carlotta -

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 of post
P.T.O.:
likes a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

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

[FIRMIN (examining letters)]
are both signed "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 clearly insane!

Where is

You mean

I mean Miss -
where is

Well, how we know?

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

What's all nonsense?

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not with you,

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, argue -
Isn't the
you wrote?

And what is it, that
meant to have
(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,
that is not the
you sent?!

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

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

Miss has returned.

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

Where precisely is she

I thought it
that she home . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
Will she

Here, I a note . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

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

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

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

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a to help Christine!

This is . . .

I who sent this:
(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 always be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We don't 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 saying this
to me!
Signori, e
Non, non, non udire!
morire!
O mio!
Dio!

Who his word,
to those . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You reviled me!

The sees,
the angel . . .

Why did
fly my arms . . .?

You rebuked me!

Signora, us . . .

You replaced 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!