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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 your 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 don't . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we no cast . . .

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

"Dear
what a gala!
enjoyed a great success!
We were bereft
Carlotta left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

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

Who would have the
to send
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 Carlotta?

I mean Miss -
where is

Well, how should we

I want an -
I take it that you sent me this

What's all nonsense?

Of not!

Don't 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
meant to have
(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 have letter -
a which 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 what is it I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL takes the letter and 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 of them
Christine!
All we've since we came
is Miss name . . .

Miss has returned.

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

Where precisely is she

I thought it
that she went . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
she sing?

Here, I have a . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

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

[PHANTOM'S (taking over)]
Christine Daae has to you,
and I am her career
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Miss
in the of Countess.
The role which Miss plays
calls for and appeal.
The role of the is silent -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my normal in
Box Five, which be kept empty 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 to help 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 don't orders!

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

Carlotta be playing
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,
beware to . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You reviled me!

The sees,
the angel . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You have 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!