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

Damnable!
Will they all out?
is damnable!

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

But we have no . . .

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

"Dear
what a 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 better if my
are obeyed!"

Who would have the
to send
with 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 clearly insane!

Where is

You Carlotta?

I mean Miss -
where is

Well, how should we

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

What's all this

Of not!

look at us!

She's not with you,

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, argue -
this the
letter you

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

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

If you didn't write it, who

is he?

Ah, back!

Your patron -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I your letter -
a which 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 what is it I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL the letter and reads it)
"Your
at the Populaire are numbered.
Daae
will be singing on behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
you attempt
to her place."

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

Miss has returned.

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

Where is she now?

I thought it
that she went . . .

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 letter and reads. The
voice lakes over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now you several notes of the
most amiable nature, how my theatre is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall you one last chance . . ."

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

(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 be playing
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's useless to
me!
You're only this
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 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 angel . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

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

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!